Why anyone in the Republican party is looking to save Bush's legacy is beyond me. The guy has almost single-handedly consigned them to the political wasteland for the next twenty years. But whatever the reason is, they all seem to be singing from the same hymnal. As I pointed out in a previous post, it's literally illogical thinking. But be that as it may, Noonan, awash in the fellowship of kindred spirits (both of the human and alcoholic kind) spreads her own brand of Christmas cheer by imagining what northern Virginia would look like after a 40 megaton nuclear device exploded over it. Fa la la, la la.
Well Peggy, old girl, you're going to have plenty of reason to keep on drinking well into the new year and beyond. Your love-hate-love relationship with the worst president in history will finally come to an end. And with your friends out of power and out of touch, you may just be relying upon what you hear from the guy at the other end of the bar at the Willard Hotel who says he heard from a guy who knows a guy who heard something about Obama or somebody. Good luck with that.
And from Bill O'Reilly and me...Happy Holidays!
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