You might think Peggy Noonan has so thoroughly self-discredited by now that her only remaining role in public discourse is to memorialize the simpleton biases and transparent lie-gospels of the anachronistic, bubble-dwelling conservative “elites” who are the Wall Street Journal’s core readership. You know, like she does in
She can have my Scotch when I'm done with it!
The chickens will be fine. As much as she drinks, even her strap-on has whiskey dick
time to take away the keys to her typewriter
Juniper-flavored vodka. No prob.
to be fair, peggy is riding that triumphant wave from her 2012 election predictions. <a href="http://blogs.wsj.com/peggyn..." target="_blank">" rel="nofollow noopener" title="http://blogs.wsj.com/peggynoonan/2012/11/05/monda...">http://blogs.wsj.com/peggyn...
I got this image in my head of Ms. Noonington running around sporting a strapon in a barn filled with terrified chickens.
Help me.