Peggy Noonan spent a couple years after 9-11 rhapsodizing about how awesome George Bush was, but now that Obama is coming in she’s suddenly discovered distaste for hero worship. Is there any core to conservatism?
This is Peggy Noonan’s column from Bush’s first inauguration.
There was something portentous to the day. The unrelenting overcast, the gloomy skies, the bone-chilling wet; through the slightly tinted glass of the Fox studios the heavy skies made things look like they were happening in a Martian atmosphere. It was dark early. At 4 p.m., the lights of the limousines shone on the slick blacktop of Pennsylvania Avenue. The inaugural parade was marked by protests. It was as if fate, or God, had decided to tell Mr. Bush one last time: Nothing in this will be easy.
Some advice for Peggy:
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