Hardball Matthews, Noonan & Robinson
Peg the old hag rag just winked on her introduction on Hardball after she spends days laughing about Palin's winking. She's whoring around hawking her book and talks about how the campaigns have to develop some grace...which is the point of her book...after she made comments about Gwen Ifill writing a book on Obama. She talks like she is giving a speech or reading a book and tries to monopolize the conversation. She appears so lonely.
Bipolar salivator says he doesn't know who she's voting for - shows his genius and inability to observe and listen. She showed up with Mo' dowdy (56) the day after Wright said what he as always thought at the Press Club and they spoke like a bunch of teenagers in love. It's hysterical...they're almost 60 and dry as the Sahara. She gives advice to Obama and talks lovingly about how calm and unruffled he is. He does because he has no grasp of anything and no ability to act or record of having done so. Read a column or two of hers, drooling over no balls. She's not fooling the non-mesmerized. What is she going to do when he does nothing? Maybe someone should remind him nothing will be above his pay grade and he should start earning his anointing.
I found this an interesting tidbit where peg talks about Reagan winking:
It's the 1960s and California's new governor, warring with the public university system, goes to meet with the chancellors. Students mass to protest his arrival by standing shoulder to shoulder and staring at him in complete and jarring silence. He arrives, walks past, turns at the doorway and puts his finger to his lips. Ssshhhh, he says, and winks. They start to laugh.But when an attractive female candidate - one with vitality, not nastiness - does it it's because she's a ditzball, bimbo beauty pageant contest.
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