Good lord. What the hell was that? Did anyone even look at it before it was published? So unfocused that it seems like she was starting a new article with every single sentence. Alcohol, at least, was clearly involved.
@If_I_Had_a_Poodle: "I am grateful to America for its freedom, for its yeastiness and, at times, its noise. Dee Snider belting out 'I Wanna Rock' is so America."
I feel ill. I never want to read the words "yeastiness" and "Dee Snider" in the same sentence again. Yet, I must agree, nothing says "America" quite like Dee Snider and yeastiness.
Utter puke. The vermouth-laced idiocy of TV Pundit Peggy, Percocet-popping Princess of the Roundtable Discussion, has distracted me from her true work- profane abuse of the written word.
Utter puke. The vermouth-laced idiocy of TV Pundit Peggy, Percocet-popping Princess of the Roundtable Discussion, has distracted me from her true work- profane abuse of the written word.
Sometime during that conflict meant to retain the south like a burst appendix within the union for some reason, there was a convening of the brigade commanders of that breakaway contingent within the tent of one General Lee. There was much discussed and agreed upon by stately men in sober mien, whereupon they all broke up and headed for their units.
War stories are very exciting, aren't they?
Anyway, Lee received a blizzard of dispatches from one of his generals long before that worthy could have reached his outfit demanding instant reinforcements in great numbers or else all would be lost.
Lee considered it. Simply as a loss of nerve. All generals in panic mode demand ever more resources and troops. Never has it been enough, not at Antietam, not at Dien Ben Phu, and it won't be at News Corpse. #peggynoonan
This is the city: Washington, D.C. It's a capital city, the capital of the greatest country in the world. Sometimes countries not as great try to knock us down. That's where I come in. I have the nuclear football. It was Friday, November 13. It was rainy in Washington. We were working the day watch out of the White House. The boss is the American people. My partner is Joe Biden. My name's Obama. 8:04 AM. We were in the situation room when a call came in from General David McChrystal, the chief of our forces in Afghanistan. He was asking about the status of his request for additional forces to counter the Taliban. It looked like we would be heading for a meeting. #peggynoonan
@TheBusinessGuy: You want to know something sad? I fell over laughing at this, not because I've watched Dragnet, but because I watched PBS' children's show SquareOne spoof called "Mathnet." Nerd! #peggynoonan
The golden light of a Massachusetts autumn shone through the double-paned glass of Lady Nooningtonshire's penthouse hotel room. A lipstick-stained Pall Mall smoldered in a crystal ash tray, threading the room with its hazy tendrils.
Lady Noonington looked up from her Chivas and Cherry Mountain Dew. The clock on top of the TV playing C-Span and "Ni Hao, Kai Lan" in picture-in-picture read 2:45. Only 15 minutes until class. No time to write a plebeian "syllabus." She would have a few Percocet, and simply be Noonan. So it goes.
Did she almost cut her hair?
Did it happen just the other day?
Was it getting kind of long?
Could she have said it was in the way?
But she didn't, and she wonders why...
@Novaload: my former psychologist once told me this song embodies me. I know I shouldn't mention it, but his name was Dick Buttes. I always told him he should go by Richard. My father would say, "At least it wasn't Buttes Dicks."
@LeeroySpitzer: Don't tell anybody, but I still sing this song to myself. Perfect song, perfectly song.
Must be because I had the flu for Christmas.
And I'm not feeling up to par.
I had a Psych professor who did nothing but pick his nose during office hours. Now I think it was really a brilliant ploy to keep those student ramblings short. Amazing, how quickly you run out of things to say when you're sitting across from an enthusiastic nose-picker. I kinda hated myself for not telling him off about that.
I feel like I owe it to someone.
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"I saw my 6-year-old son run a mile, and catch a bunch of fish," he immediately replied.
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I feel ill. I never want to read the words "yeastiness" and "Dee Snider" in the same sentence again. Yet, I must agree, nothing says "America" quite like Dee Snider and yeastiness.
11/21/09
#tips
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11/21/09
#peggynoonan
11/13/09
War stories are very exciting, aren't they?
Anyway, Lee received a blizzard of dispatches from one of his generals long before that worthy could have reached his outfit demanding instant reinforcements in great numbers or else all would be lost.
Lee considered it. Simply as a loss of nerve. All generals in panic mode demand ever more resources and troops. Never has it been enough, not at Antietam, not at Dien Ben Phu, and it won't be at News Corpse. #peggynoonan
11/13/09
Considering that these yahoos haven't been right about anything since Kurt Cobain's dental experiment, this is in fact a Good Thing. #peggynoonan
11/13/09
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10/11/09
Lady Noonington looked up from her Chivas and Cherry Mountain Dew. The clock on top of the TV playing C-Span and "Ni Hao, Kai Lan" in picture-in-picture read 2:45. Only 15 minutes until class. No time to write a plebeian "syllabus." She would have a few Percocet, and simply be Noonan. So it goes.
10/10/09
10/10/09
10/11/09
10/10/09
Did it happen just the other day?
Was it getting kind of long?
Could she have said it was in the way?
But she didn't, and she wonders why...
10/10/09
10/10/09
Must be because I had the flu for Christmas.
And I'm not feeling up to par.
I had a Psych professor who did nothing but pick his nose during office hours. Now I think it was really a brilliant ploy to keep those student ramblings short. Amazing, how quickly you run out of things to say when you're sitting across from an enthusiastic nose-picker. I kinda hated myself for not telling him off about that.
I feel like I owe it to someone.
10/10/09
She could give Famous Amos a run for his money in the gourmet cookie market, if she printed one of her pearls of wisdom on the back of each bag.
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