The fact that Mickey Kaus professes to be a Peggy Noonan fan is just one of the many reasons I question his sanity and judgment. For those of us who are utterly fascinated that anyone actually chooses to publish her hallucinatory meditiations on the raw beauty of Reagan's feet and her endless studies in Hypocrisy to Rival That of Even Bill Bennett written in her WSJ column which should be entitled "Why Opposite Rules of Conduct Apply to Republicans and Democrats Because I Say So," here's a funny slam by David Podvin.
I recall once seeing Ronnie napping barefoot in a hammock. As I looked reverently at those manly Republican feet that had kicked the poo out of communism, I felt a deep yearning to cradle them in my hands. I longed to caress them, to fondle them, to adore them, to rub all ten of his precious little supply side piggies against me, and – yes - to tell them I love them.
Rest assured, no female - not one - has ever has had her heart all-aflutter over Slick Willie's malodorous metatarsals.
There are times when even the strongest and wisest among us (and I will reluctantly agree to have myself included in that category) feel that we are adrift at sea. Like little Elian Gonzalez helplessly wafting in the Caribbean, we are prayerful that the Lord will send magic Christian dolphins to save us from drowning. From the cynical liberal perspective, this must seem almost “quaint”, as must anything that does not include cheating on one’s wife with a fat Jewish girl.
