Thursday, September 07, 2017

Peggy Noonan: The Joker You Drink, The Seriouser You Get


Whether the subject is the torture regime which the Cheney Administration enthusiastically endorsed and secretly administered --
-- or literally the entire history of the United States from the founding of the republic until breakfast this morning --


-- respected @MSNBC employee, ether-frolic enthusiast and professional Reagan trance-channeler, Peggy Noonan, has always been a big fan of "walking on by" any inconvenient factual realities that might encumber her beautiful mind and childlike, "Rush Revere and the Brave Pilgrims: Time-Travel Adventures with Exceptional Americans"  understanding of American history.

Did I mention that Ms. Noonan is now a respected MSNBC employee?  Ah, I see that I did.  Well, it's true.  Happened less than a month ago.  In fact, here is a rare photogravure of MSNBC president Phil Griffin taken as they were in the act of inking the deal.



Yep.  That happened too.  Quite the bottled-in-bond banner year for Ms. Noonan.  According to the Pulitzer website,  they gave her the award for “rising to the moment with beautifully rendered columns that connected readers to the shared virtues of Americans during one of the nation’s most divisive political campaigns.”



Funny old world.



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4 comments:

Davis Statton said...

The first tweet was breathtakingly stupid, the second tweet was worse, then the third tweet, Oh My Fucking God: "The leaders of the South largely attempted reconciliation." I stare at this sentence in awe. I generally don't like jokes about someone's drinking problem, but she may very well be addled by the stuff.

Rusty White said...

"If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging".

The first tweet was typical dame noonington in that it was tone-deaf with a sprinkling of pompousness. One can only surmise that she had hoped by being a "pulitzer prize winner", she could find the words to avoid the snarky wrath of the twitterverse, but instead kept plundering the depths of her profound gin-soaked stupidity.

It's bad enough that the cyborg Hugh Hewitt has a job there, but for noonington to occupy 30 rockefeller plaza says very loudly that Phil Griffin isn't interested in journalism, but someone who pines for a never-ending cheap vaudeville act that starts in the morning with Mr Intern Killer and ends with the gas bag Tweety in the early evening.

I think someone should really set up a gofundme account for Manuel to come back. Dame Peggy just cannot be left alone anymore with her liquor cabinet, her inebriated thoughts and dingy shrine to Reagan.

Robt said...

Hey I enjoyed that wildflower Peggers from the very first time I saw her in the 1975 movie, Mandingo. She played the role of Blanche like she was born for that role.
It was like that role was written specifically for her.

I think what gets me with Wildflower Peggers is, Her conservative ideology, Like her Biblical belief. Well in this is the "traditional" life. When the wildflower lady of the plantation knew her place. That place is not the "mens room". The mens room is that place where men are men and women should know their places.
It is part of her conservative Biblical Tenets. She doesn't seem to abide.

As for her MSNBC gig to run her finger nails ever so softly across the chalkboard. May that chalkboard be on Hewitt's time.
or put her on Mornin Jose and give Mika a reason to be jealous. They could televise Joe leaves Mika for Nooners. I am sure someone would watch.


proverbialleadballoon said...

Seems to me, you don't want to talk about it.. Seems to me, you just turn your pretty head and walk awayyy! /nigh-legendary crunchy Joe Walsh guitar riff. Joe Walsh seems kind of underwhelming at first. His solo albums are short and he doesn't rock out as much as you'd think he would. But relistening, he's a master of understatement. So when he does rock out, watch out it's that much better. And he might not be the deepest thinker, but damn he's got his finger on the pulse of the universal consciousness. Really talented guy, the orchestrations on his albums sound cheeseball today, but it was avant garde then and it's been copied a zillion times since. And of course he's got that sweet guitar tone, really knows what he's doing with a set of strings, and just straight rocks. [the title of this post plus 'Noonan wants to walk away' plus being sick and disgusted with the whole thing right now, equals a book report about how Joe Walsh is awesome accompanied by Happy Ways.]