Speaking of drivel, it has been over 18 months since I have been able to read a full Peggy Noonan piece right through to the end. Week after week she seems to be trying to plumb the depths of Obama's soul...assuming that he's got one...to enlighten us all as to the deep, existential meaning of it all. Or something. What the heck did I just say? It is as if she has appointed heself Psychotherapist-in-Chief not just to Obama, but to the entire freaking nation and I find it incredibly irritating. Her piece today may be full of amazing political insights, but I could not get past the first two breathless, cloying pretentious paragraphs. When does her contract run out?
I daren't suggest that they get rid of her (on the grounds of general incompetence and nit-wittery) because I said something like that recently about a local radio talk-show host and lo and behold the healthy, 43-year old woman dropped dead from an aneurysm.
Whenever I read the once-great Miss Noonan's pieces now, I am reminded of that WW2 poster of a smiling GI offering a nice, fresh cup of STFU. I wish Miss N would accept it.
