Friday, August 15, 2008

For Peggy Noonan, Next Stop, Willoughby!

Willoughby? Maybe it's wishful thinking nestled in a hidden part of a man's mind, or maybe it's the last stop in the vast design of things, or perhaps, for a man like Mr. Gart Williams, who climbed on a world that went by too fast, it's a place around the bend where he could jump off. Willoughby? Whatever it is, it comes with sunlight and serenity, and is a part of the Twilight Zone.

Either Peggy Noonan is loosing it, like Gart Williams, on that Twilight Zone train, dreaming of a less-chaotic place, a much simpler way of life.

Or, she's back to aching for her dead Ronnie(well, actually, just about all her columns are about aching for her dead Ronnie).

Maybe, she just needs to see an eye doctor, for a good check-up.

She's whinny today, in her column "The End of Placeness";
The lack of placeness with both candidates contributes to a sense of their disjointedness, their floatingness. I was talking recently with a journalist who's a podcaster. I often watch him in conversation on the Internet. I told him I'm always struck that he seems to be speaking from No Place, with some background of beige wall that could exist anywhere. He leans in and out of focus. It gives a sense of weightlessness. He's like an astronaut floating without a helmet.

That's a little what both candidates are like to me.
She weeps and babbles throughout, running down the bevy of past candidates, and how identifiable they were by where it was they came from.

And, she mixes in a little xenophobia;
I miss the old geographical vividness. But we are national now, and in a world so global that at the Olympics, when someone wins, wherever he is from, whatever nation or culture, he makes the same movements with his arms and face to mark his victory. South Korea's Park Tae-hwan moves just like Michael Phelps, with the "Yes!" and the arms shooting upward and the fists. This must be good. Why does it feel like a leveling? Like a squashing and squeezing down of the particular, local and authentic.
In sum, her column today was that, as usual, neither Obama, or Stumblin' Bumblin' John McCain is Ronald Reagan, so Little Missy Noonan is still in her loin-aching glum mood.

Blue Texan, over on Firedoglake, was equally annoyed, penning "Peggy Noonan: These Candidates Suck Because I Can’t Tell Where They’re From" and Steve Benen, on The Carpetbagger Report, was left shaking his head, asking "Can anyone explain why Noonan wrote this and the WSJ published it?"

Rather than the drivel that took up the space, the editors should have told to her chill out and they simply could have used five words that would have been more enlightening;
Peggy Noonan is on vacation

If her column today is any indication, it may have to be an extended one.

Bonus Peggy Perks

Nicole Belle: Meet The Press: Noonan Is Frightened By Richardson’s Beard, Relieved To Know Clintons Are Not Puppetmasters

Glenn Greenwald: Peggy Noonan is a serious "grown-up"

Blue Texan: Peggy Noonan Wonders If Obama Loves America, Has Ever Cried Thinking About Henry Ford

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