I have mentioned this before, but the Wall Street Journal doesn’t listen to me. Something has snapped in Peggy Noonan’s brain. I’m not sure exactly when it happened but I know it was sometime during the early part of Dubya’s second-term. If I had to guess, it was probably while she tried to compute the federal government’s indifference to the suffering of New Orleans. In any case, a light went off in her cerebral cortex and she can no longer navigate the world around her. It’s with a striking lack of self-consciousness that she pours out her anguished and confused soul to Journal readers on a regular basis. It’s embarrassing. She desperately needs therapy. Without the ability to ground herself in the Republican Party, she is utterly bereft and lost. Someone needs to take her hand and walk her off the public stage.
Get Noonan Some Help
