Peggy Noonan is
none too happy about the verdict reached yesterday in the Moussaoui trial.
In fact, she is so pissed about the government's failure to deliver this man to his death, she is volunteering to do it herself -- with her bare hands!
I love this dame.
Excuse me, I'm sorry, and I beg your pardon, but the jury's decision on Moussaoui gives me a very bad feeling. What we witnessed here was not the higher compassion but a dizzy failure of nerve.
From the moment the decision was announced yesterday, everyone, all the parties involved--the cable jockeys, the legal analysts, the politicians, the victim representatives--showed an elaborate and jarring politesse. "We thank the jury." "I accept the verdict of course." "We can't question their hard work." "I know they did their best." "We thank the media for their hard work in covering this trial." "I don't want to second-guess the jury."
How removed from our base passions we've become. Or hope to seem.
It is as if we've become sophisticated beyond our intelligence, savvy beyond wisdom. Some might say we are showing a great and careful generosity, as befits a great nation. But maybe we're just, or also, rolling in our high-mindedness like a puppy in the grass. Maybe we are losing some crude old grit. Maybe it's not good we lose it.
Right on, Noonmeister! I've been monitoring the footrace between sophistication and intelligence closely, myself -- as well as the one between savvy-ness and wisdom -- and wondering when someone was going to put it so succinctly and impactfully.
I have also been monitoring the tete-a-tete between obesity and our inner gourmand, as well as the desire of those conscious of skin cancer to have a nice, healthy tan. I hope these are topics that might engender further peals of brilliance from Ms. Noonan's mighty pen!
No one wants to say, "They should have killed him." This is understandable, for no one wants to be called vengeful, angry or, far worse, unenlightened. But we should have put him to death...
I'm not sure this is progress. It feels not like the higher compassion but the lower evasion. It feels dainty in a way that speaks not of gentleness but fear.
"Dainty!!!" Awesome!!! Peggy Noonan just called the Moussaoui jury a bunch of sissies!!!
What do you have to say to that, you apologist bunch of chickenshit queers?! You don't even have the guts to vote to have someone else kill somebody while you sit at home and eat Camembert.
Haha. Peggy thinks you're fags.
And that is why I say to you today, my fellow Americans, that I will do what others will not. I will personally offer to deliver the lethal injection to Moussaoui at a time of the people's deciding. Or, if lethal injection is not available, I will shoot him in the face. Should that method be unacceptable to you, I will hang him from my girdle. Or jam an icepick into his ear. The point is, you decide.
I'm no ivory tower socialite elitist talkhole. I'm a lady of action. I'm a bad-ass bitch. And I will fuck a nigga's shit right up. For it would be un-American to ask that a jury, judge or executioner do what I would not be prepared to do myself.
Doubt me? Check yourself.
Noonan Out.
Okay, she didn't write that last part.
But she should have.