Pugilistic Pegs Pummels Palin

Ho ho ho, wingnut smack-down alert! I knew from the moment she literally called bullshit on the Palin pick that Peggy Noonan wasn’t wholeheartedly on board the SS Sarah. But damn! Magic dolphin believer and Reagan saddle-sniffer though she is, Pegs sees the Wingnut Thrillah from Wasilla's true colors:

In television interviews she was out of her depth in a shallow pool. She was limited in her ability to explain and defend her positions, and sometimes in knowing them. She couldn't say what she read because she didn't read anything. She was utterly unconcerned by all this and seemed in fact rather proud of it: It was evidence of her authenticity. She experienced criticism as both partisan and cruel because she could see no truth in any of it. She wasn't thoughtful enough to know she wasn't thoughtful enough. Her presentation up to the end has been scattered, illogical, manipulative and self-referential to the point of self-reverence. "I'm not wired that way," "I'm not a quitter," "I'm standing up for our values." I'm, I'm, I'm.

In another age it might not have been terrible, but here and now it was actually rather horrifying.
Then Pegs demolishes fellow wingnuts’ Palin reclamation project recommendations with a series of jabs and a roundhouse punch in the snoot:
"She makes the Republican Party look inclusive." She makes the party look stupid, a party of the easily manipulated.

"She shows our ingenuous interest in all classes." She shows your cynicism.

"Now she can prepare herself for higher office by studying up, reading in, boning up on the issues." Mrs. Palin's supporters have been ordering her to spend the next two years reflecting and pondering. But she is a ponder-free zone. She can memorize the names of the presidents of Pakistan, but she is not going to be able to know how to think about Pakistan. Why do her supporters not see this? Maybe they think "not thoughtful" is a working-class trope!

"The media did her in." Her lack of any appropriate modesty did her in.
Yowza! Pegs is the Shep Smith of the Wall Street Journal opinion page. Rock on, sistah!

[Cross-posted at Rumproast]