From Darling Peg’s piece:

Where Mr. McCain’s friend says, “be disciplined,” I’d say, “Get serious.” What is the meaning of things? What is the guiding philosophy? Who has he read besides Hemingway? (And he’s read him—he loves him to an almost scary degree.)

Loves him some Papa H., who wrote in his youth that courage is feeling fear but overcoming it by an act of will.

Hemingway gave up on that one when facing the challenges of aging, dimished capabilities & diminished brain power. A shotgun in the mouth in 1961 ended Ernest Hemingway, McBush’s idol. He’d recently gone through electric shock therapy in a last ditch attempt to lessen crippling mental problems, including paranoia.

61 yr. old Hem v. 20-30 yr. old Hem. Hmmmm.

Alternatively, Peggers, how’s about we just tear down that raddled, haunted, disease-ridden old house and sow salt on the foundation?

Lincoln had his Gettysburg address, Noonan has this column.
From the insightful “two houses” analogy, to her coining of the bound-to-catch-on “maverickness,” to her keen grasp of history, “…because America can’t cut and run, as it did in Vietnam…” Ms. Noonan has written a column that could truly green one million lawns.

Here’s hoping that Senator Methuselah only recognizes Noonan’s brilliance and puts her in charge of acquiring enough particle board, duct tape and whitewash to turn that old house into a mansion.

Funny, I’d never heard the phrase “broken glass Republicans?” before Peggy brought it up in her mash note to her new BFF, John McReagan.

I imagine it has something to do with Ann Althouse squeezing the bottle a little to hard in a fit of media frenzy…

Noonan and Althouse are a constant reminder that you can’t judge a wine by its screw cap.

Next phase will be for the barfly to be holding court in the dive of her choice. “And did I ever tell you about…” as even the drunkest of the drunk move away.

I believe Ann is more of a boxed wine connoisseur.

I believe Ann is more of a boxed wine connoisseur.

I always pictured her rolling into the liquor store and chirping (For the ten-thousandth time);
“What’s the word?
Thunderbird
How’s it sold?
Good and cold…”

Barfly – In Peg’s case, it IS an adverb…

Somewhere, another dolphin dies a sad and lonely death
who will speak for them, from their ocean of despair
cursed, cursed is the darkness
a single tear falls slowly from Peggy’s eye

Hmmmm, someone ought to inspect her trash bins. It might be quite edifying. Where’s A. J. Webberman when we need him?

It would do no good, Althouse is adding a new wing to her home built entirely out of empty box wine containers.

– “a new wing to her home built entirely out of empty box wine containers” Yep, that’d be the Pajama Media Memorial Library. We expect Michelle Malkin to do her little cheerleader dance at the inauguration later this year.

It’s rising from the mud before your eyes.

Is that sentence Noonan’s subtle way of coating Obama with the racist ‘mud people’ slur, or am I reading too much into this?

Open to interpretation. I don’t think that even Noonan understands what she writes.

Thunderbird, jeez louise, I haven’t thought of that night for 40 years. Thanks a lot. The band was great as I recall.

You could even call them Fabulous.

Thought I was the only one who noticed that “barfly” can be pronounced “barf-lee.” That’s my response to pretty much all of Peggy’s remarks.