This week, Bill Kristol wrote one of the MSM’s wisest assessments of the Democratic primaries, and Peggy Noonan’s commentary about Reverend Wright is downright thoughtful.

Allen Funt is dead, so there’s gotta be an Ashton Kutcher in here somewhere!

Noonan lurved the big speech (with a couple of muted reservations) because, in part, it didn’t contain “silly, boring” lines like: “And families in Michigan matter!” or “What I stand for is affordable quality health care!”

Yes, yes, Michigan voters and health care are pretty trivial matters, as opposed to, say, “Morning in America.”

Via Andrew Sullivan (2004), self-styled member of the resistance, Nooners:

[NOONERS] I’m not referring to what used to be called Bush Derangement Syndrome. That phrase suggested that to passionately dislike the president was to be somewhat unhinged. No one thinks that anymore. I received an email before the news conference from as rock-ribbed a Republican as you can find, a Georgia woman (middle-aged, entrepreneurial) who’d previously supported him. She said she’d had it. “I don’t believe a word that comes out of his mouth.” I was startled by her vehemence only because she is, as I said, rock-ribbed. Her email reminded me of another, one a friend received some months ago: “I took the W off my car today,” it said on the subject line. It sounded like a country western song, like a great lament…

Well, splendid. And thanks, thanks so much, Peggy, for your generous hat tip to the reality-based community—the DFH types; in fact, precisely those who were mocked, by your guys, for having “Bush Derangement Syndrome”—that did so much to help that Georgia woman out of her delusional state, and bring about your change of, er, heart… Oh, wait. Not there? No hat tip?

But why, why, would Nooners switch sides just now, just when [insert today’s blast-faxed conservative talking point here]_{MR SUBLIMINAL fear fear Daddy fear Daddy fear fear fear}?

It would be irresponsible not to speculate, and I suggest the answer is very simple:  Read more 

Some friends of mine used to play a game which consisted of being asked this question: When you leave a room, what would you most like people to say about you?

Mine was easy: “She’s too thin,” although there was a close second: “She’s a bitch, but talented!.”

An actor friend, noted for his humor and bonhomie and his pleasantly goofy look, hoped to hear something like, “well, he’s got no personality, but he’s gorgeous.”

You get the picture.

The personalty log-line that brought down the house came from that actor’s wife, also an actress, an extremely witty and beautiful earth mother bringing up two children, who wished to hear, “That woman’s a saint.”

Which brings me to Peggy Noonan and her latest apparently unconscious satire of Republican anti-immigration tropes.

I know, I know. Not her again. Why bother?

Trust me, this one is special. Here’s the setup.  Read more