“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…

You hang with the grandees, and they understand the world. Unlike Sarah Palin, who uses a pier simply to fish and wouldn’t know a winsome observation if it jumped into her net. And you just don’t understand the crowds, the admiration for someone who owns the kind of fishing boat that is not equipped with a champagne cooler. Oh, the unfairness of it all!“