Noonan or Althouse? Who's Being Sillier?
I won't go so long, but this perverse observation and seconding of the emotion needs a little bit of deconstruction, at least for the record. We are talking about Rick Perry. Man's a gaff machine built in the George W. Bush vein. But even more goofy than W. To re-tool the old line I like to use, if just about any other of the GOP Nom Wannabes save Insane in the Membrane Cain had that kinda brain fart during a debate, it would have been a new low for them. For Perry it's just a new medium. Particularly if Romney had such a humanizing moment, now that would have been special. But for Ricky Rick? It's less of a must see TV moment than one that merits a Gallic shrug. And I mean un petite one.
Now between the two ladies, I would rather down a couple two three many good single malts with Ms. Noonan at The Alqonquin. I think she would make for better conversation. And I would find it a cheap thrill to experience her well known sighs, in person, up close, with the unmistakable whiff of Highlander Scotch on her breath. Or maybe she's more into Cosmos? Whatever.