Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life!
Pardon us for dredging up Peggy Noonan again, but something has gone unremarked about her appearance last Sunday, and it’s really nagging at us.
It’s not what she said. It’s how she said it.
First, let’s get to the quote itself, starting around 2:50:
Sometimes in life, you want to just keep walking… Some of life has to be mysterious.
Peggy’s plea for proactive ignorance aside, watch her delivery — the sincerity, the earnestness, the empathy. Yes, we know the Wronged Woman shot the bastard, but he was a bastard, and sometimes we have to take extenuating circumstances into account. Doctor Phil, your comment?
Except she’s talking about — how to put this delicately — drowning people. Slamming them against walls. Starving them. Stuffing them in boxes. Keeping them awake until they hallucinate. All under the careful supervision of — let’s not forget this part — trained doctors.
And not even to protect us, but to gin up an excuse to invade a foreign country. You provide the false confessions, we’ll provide the war.
Peggy quickly takes back the “mysterious” line — too late, of course — but even if she found just the right word to express her delicate sensibility, her manner remains. It’s the manner of privilege, the plantation belle who would prefer not to know what’s heppening in the fields, the kinder, gentler Republican who cares about image, but let’s not trouble ourselves with substance.
It’s a great shtick. And thank god it never caught on.