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(Peggy Noonan’s Blog)

(UPDATE: I’m putting this on the front page because it was mentioned on The Professional Left Podcast and people are looking for it. Fresher posts below. Thank you to Bluegal and Driftglass for the hat tip.)

It’s Chinatown, Jake, er, Georgia

7-Car Pile-Up In Georgia: 6 Drivers Get DUIs In Massive Crash

Don’t Judge: If you lived down there, you’d spend all day iced to the eyebrows, too. OK, actually: Judge away!

(Hat tip: Scissorhead Karen Zipdrive)

Salon asks the obvious question:

“Is John Boehner hitting the bottle?”

“No one with any credibility has come out and said that Boehner is an alcoholic. The Fix contacted a large number of politicians, former colleagues and opponents for input, including former Speaker Dennis Hastert, outspoken freshman Republican Representatives Steve Sutherland of Florida and Patrick McHenry of North Carolina, even well-known Republican pollster and message strategist Frank Luntz, but none wanted to speak on the subject. But all these jokes and allusions are dancing around the topic. And there are plenty of people who admire Boehner for having the courage of his transgressions. Unlike President Obama, who never wanted to be photographed smoking before he finally quit in August, Boehner has smoked and sipped his wine in public.”

No d’uh.

In Which Ann Althouse Learns to Count

“We have 54 trees in the White House… 54! That’s a lot of trees,” said Michelle Obama, decorously refraining from calling them Christmas trees. We, the taxpayers, paid for them, whether they symbolize anything religious or not. We’re also paying various costs associated with the First Family’s trip to Hawaii from December 17 to January 6.

54 Christmas trees and they’re leaving town a week before Christmas?!

It’s almost as if Outsouse doesn’t know that the Christmas trees are dedicated to the Armed Services and other public figures of note, honoring them, but whatever. Althouse needs her wine refreshed while she wonders (in Cokie Roberts’ style) why does the Obama family goes to someplace so foreign as Hawaii (in Kenya? Yes) for Christmas every year.

Peggy Noonan Writes a Blog Post!

Once again, we have our lady of the words Peggington Noonington, official scribe to the Republican Party, offering sound advice to the GOP on what to do about a problem like Willard:

Time for the party to step up. Romney should go out there every day surrounded with the most persuasive, interesting and articulate members of his party, the old ones, and I say this with pain as they’re my age, like Mitch Daniels and Jeb Bush, and the young ones, like Susana Martinez and Chris Christie and Marco Rubio—and even Paul Ryan. I don’t mean one of them should travel with him next Thursday, I mean he should be surrounded by a posse of them every day. Their presence will say, “This isn’t about one man, this is about a whole world of meaning, this is about a conservative political philosophy that can turn things around and make our country better.”

Oh, please do, Wingnuttia: when Willard says to Hell with half the country, I think you can do no greater good than to send out Paul Ryan, the guy who wants to kill Social Security and Medicare, and who wants nothing more than to see America’s grannies out on the curb to be picked up by non-union garbage collectors and hauled away.

But to make things fun, and because it is another crazed debouchery of a piece, guess where Peg wants Willard to go give these speeches:

Wake this election up. Wade into the crowd, wade into the fray, hold a hell of a rally in an American city—don’t they count anymore? …How about downtown Brooklyn, full of new Americans? Guys—make it look like there’s an election going on. Because there is.

Yeah. Get Willard some bromance, and how the hipsters will flock to his mom-jeans. Should make for some fine teevee viewing, Pegs.

The thing that Nooners is missing, and that I think most of the Villagers are missing is that this is larger than Willard’s italian-loafer-in-mouth syndrome. It is not him that the 47% dislikes, it is Republicanism. He is the symptom.

And you guys wonder why in my little pastiches that I have Peggars chugging rum?

(Peggy Noonan’s Blog at the Wall Street Journal)

From the mouths of (drunken) babes

Ok, it is not news that The Willard Mechanism refuses to be specific or give any detail about any of his plans, but he even made notable GOP testicle cozy David Gregory appear to have some vestigial journalism in his tortured soul:

…and then we have this discussion:

…in which our favorite barfly the always iced to the eyebrows Peggy Noonan (everyone take a drink) thinks that Willard actually said something of value, and therefore Oh! uncouth strumpet! don’t demagogue the man!

OK, besides the fact that Noonan is practically slurring her words, there is some elemental truth to what she said:

I think there is a general Republican point of view that if Mister Obama is reelected, nothing will move forward in Washington, a sort of cold, blanket, heavy on the economy will probably continue. No progress will be made.

Now, Nooner thinks that’s a strong argument to get rid of the Kenyan Usurper, but actually, doesn’t it sound like a strong argument to vote out Republican obstructionists (meaning all of ’em)?

(Hat tip: Crooks and Liars)

The Feast of Saint Breitbart


I’m sure that’s how they see their beloved Saint Breitbart, pierced by the arrows of outrageous fortune, a martyr to the cause.

You cannot make up this stuff

Rick Perry challenges Nancy Pelosi to a presidential debate.

Does the dimwit theocrat secessionist think he is running against Nancy now?

(The Hill)

Extra! Extra! Read all About It!

Wonkette has a post up with Dame Peggington Noonington drinking Fox’s Major Garrett under the table, and then who knows what happened?! He has pictures, and if her damn bag wasn’t in the way, you could see the Mai Tai.