Yesterday, someone recommended Peggy Noonan’s piece on the Miers nomination to me. I read it, and was not impressed.
Early in the piece, Noonan suggests that Miers withdraw her name, in a noble act of self-sacrifice, and claims:
Mr. Bush will have an open field. He could even shove Alberto Gonzales down their throats!
This is easily one of the most ridiculous things I have read in the days since Miers was nominated. The idea that conservatives would fight for the withdrawal of Miers, but would accept Gonzales as a replacement, is so bizarre it’s hard to know what to say. It’s impossible to imagine anything that could cause a more open revolt. Making things even more bizarre, Noonan says just two sentences later:
Before the Miers pick a man could have been considered, but to replace Ms. Miers now it will have to be a woman. Sometimes you just can’t add more layers to the story.)
I have heard many people say (and have made the comment myself) that Harriet Miers is just Alberto Gonzales in a dress. But what is Noonan expecting after a Miers withdrawal: literally Alberto Gonzales in a dress?
If Miers withdraws, and Gonzales makes a trip to Sweden, you’ll know what’s up.
More silliness from Noonan:
When George H.W. Bush chose Mr. Quayle to be his vice presidential candidate, the 41-year-old junior senator from Indiana should have said, “Thanks, but I’m not ready. Someday I will be, but I have more work to do in Congress and frankly more growing to do as a human being before I indulge any national ambitions.” This would have been great because it was true. When his staff leaked what he’d said, a shocked Washington would have concurred, conceding his wisdom and marking him for better things. He’d probably have run for president in 2000. He could be president now.
Yeah, that’s just what we need: Dan Quayle as President.
Come on, Peggy. Think before you tap those keys.