Peggy Noonan is "Sarah Palin Jealous"

One of the best take-downs of an elitist media charlatan I've read in a long time:

You're Peggy Noonan and you're jealous. But it's not the normal kind of jealous, the kind reserved for girlfriends who can squeeze into size 2 jeans. No, it's the kind of jealous that hurts, that grabs your gut and twists, that has you howling with rage into your pillow in the middle of the night, screaming "It's not fair" like a two-year-old denied another piece of cake. It is Sarah Palin jealous...and it is consuming you.

You're Peggy Noonan and you're jealous. You are a card-carrying member of the intellectual conservative elite, a PBS-anointed expert on family values who worked for both Ronald Reagan and Dan Rather, a talented speechwriter and wordsmith. And you are fuming: Sarah Palin refuses to be yesterday's news. You just can't get her out of your mind.

And, what's worse, everyone continues to talk about her. You've tried everything, using your mainstream media platforms, your Wall Street Journal columns, and powerful friends -- so many of them -- to savage her, to give her a rhetorical beating so fierce that it would bring a smile to the face of Vince McMahon -- if you knew who he is, and if you had ever watched a WWE wrestling match, which he heads. "She is a complete elite confection. She might as well have been a bonbon," you wrote, your $300 manicured fingers shaking on the keyboard.

You're Peggy Noonan and you're jealous. So you loosed a multi-column primal scream: Palin is an idiot who is "out of her depth in a shallow pool", a woman who has no sense of personal limits because she is not even smart enough to realize she is "a ponder-free zone." Whoa-good one! The rhetorical equivalent of the chickenwing camel clutch, where you come up behind and twist her arm behind her back, and then force her face to the mat. Or, in her case, to the snow. That's what they have in Alaska, don't they? You don't know, of course-Martha's Vineyard is about as far north as you venture, and then only to observe humanity-you know, the common folks-from "a little pier" before strolling over for dinner with two of the more brilliant stars in your friends firmament, television personalities Diane Sawyer and Katie Couric.

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Ouch! I'm afraid that one's going to leave a mark, Margaret.

And while the following paragraph DOES NOT appear in the piece, it should have:

You're Peggy Noonan and you're jealous. And it's time to put down the finely etched Waterford crystal glass. Although the Hennessey helps you cope just enough to eek out a few paragraphs here and there of bitter "cat lady" invective toward Palin (in between writing about "winsome" stuff and self-aggrandizing Reagan-era nostalgia), you can't quite pull yourself together enough to do something REALLY important like be a wife, raise 5 kids (including one with special needs), run a state, and single-handedly breathe some semblance of life into a moribund presidential campaign.

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Wall Street Journal on Why the Media Bashes Gov. Palin: "The Beltway Boys" [UPDATED]