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The Further Adventures of Peggy Noonan

Anatomy of a Column eggy Noonan was sitting in the VIP lounge at the airport, surrounded by her carry-ons — which consisted of her sterling silver Christofle flask and a pineapple, which was why the TSA wouldn’t let her board the … Continue reading

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The Further Adventures of Peggy Noonan

Anatomy of a Column eggy Noonan woke up, startled as if from a bad dream, and realized that she was indeed in Cleveland, and wondered if her American money was good in these uncouth hinterlands. “Half my kingdom for a … Continue reading

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The Further Adventures of Peggy Noonan (UPDATED)

Anatomy of a Column eggy Noonan heard Juan Carlos—her favorite barkeep at her favorite watering hole The Chelsea Pier—shout out “Last Call.” She waived a Benjamin vaguely in his directions—there were two of him now—and ordered another Mai Tai. “Be … Continue reading

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The Further Adventures of Peggy Noonan

Anatomy of a Column eggy Noonan, with grim determination opened the wall safe in the Aviary 2, the clever nickname she gave to her chic penthouse, so expansive and airy. Her hands shook slightly as she dialed the combination, which … Continue reading

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The Further Adventures of Peggy Noonan

Anatomy of a Column eggy Noonan was in her Yoga class assuming the challenging position of Downward-Facing Barstool (flat on back with arms and legs raised up) and as was her custom she was considering the constant vulgarities of modern … Continue reading

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The Further Adventures of Peggy Noonan

Anatomy of a Column eggy Noonan picked up the phone to place her usual Easter order at BevMo only to hear her boss Rupert Murdoch on the line. “I hate the way he does that,” she murmured to herself, “but … Continue reading

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The Further Adventures of Peggy Noonan

Anatomy of a Column eggy Noonan decided to meditate, and assumed the Lotus position. Perhaps she could contact the other side if she just concentrated, she thought. On her yoga mat, she began chanting, “Rummmmmm, Rummmmm, Rummmm” which only made … Continue reading

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The Further Adventures of Peggy Noonan

In which Peggy Noonan, of all people, complains about elites in her party being oblivious to what is happening around them. Continue reading

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The Further Adventures Of Peggy Noonan

Anatomy of a Column eggy Noonan was in the semi-finals—the very semi-finals!—at her new favorite watering hole The Chelsea Pier. “B-9,” she said with steely reserve. “Hit!,” shrieked the Nancy Reagan impersonator (“complete with five-o’clock shadow, just like the real … Continue reading

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The Further Adventures of Peggy Noonan

Anatomy of a Column eggy Noonan was taking her morning Communion at her new favorite watering hole The Chelsea Pier. “Drink for this is my blood,” she thought as she quaffed her sacred ablution. When her favorite bartender, JC (“he … Continue reading

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