Peggy Noonan Is Talking To Invisible Gin People Again
Peggy Noonan, after a 30-year hiatus during which she did not get to invent welfare queens in Cadillacs for jovial old liar Ronald Reagan, and only got to while away the decades witha few Mexicans and whatnots, is speaking to invisible gin people again. Or maybe she stands her empty bottles around the tea table, and has them say their parts. In any case, Peggy Noonan, girl, GET TO A MEETING:
Peggy Noonan's IMAGINARY PERSON is too uncouth for a FUCKIN' TRUCKING COMPANY. He "repeatedly" gets hauled into HR, over years. He finally is canned -- and what must that have taken? Did he explain to Jewish customers that he would trust them with his money? Did he tell black workers they were lazy? Did he grab the boss's wife right by the pussy?
Whatever it is, after, again, years of this type of behavior, Peggy Noonan's imaginary trucker man has been VICTIMIZED by having belated consequences for his actions. And all the people in the office are so sad, as long as they are not the Jews, or the blacks, or the vagina voters whose problems were ignored over a decade.
Also, Peggy Noonan's DT's hallucination probably shouldn't have the nuclear codes, we are just saying, and also: it works if you work it, Peggy, and keep coming back.
Rebecca Schoenkopf is the owner, publisher, and editrix of Wonkette. She is a nice lady, SHUT UP YUH HUH. She is very tired with this fucking nonsense all of the time, and it would be terrific if you sent money to keep this bitch afloat. She is on maternity leave until 2033.