4 thoughts on “Peggy Noonan didn’t like her hotel room”

  2. In a way she’s right though. A lot of things are starting to resemble the sordid, tatty terminal stage of the Soviet Union. Everything’s dirty, held together with baling wire. There are chickens on the Aeroflot flight, which is sealed with duct tape. Pot holes, falling bridges. Corruption so obnoxiously brazen that no one even makes an effort to lie about it anymore. No one has a job, no one has any money. As they used to say, “we pretend to work, and they pretend to pay us.” When will the concierge wise up and start pretending to work? Let’s hope the last employed person will turn the lights out when it’s time to lock up. Funny thing–This is a World of Peggy Noonan’s making, and the the making of her fellow elites. All she sees are the superficialities of the policies they’ve chosen.

  3. This woman writes for a living?
    If the “people mover” (the automated train that runs underground connecting the airside gates-and-concourses building with the landside ticketing/dropoff/pickup/baggage claim/ground transportation building) were broken, she’d have absolutely no way whatever to get to that hotel that she doesn’t like.

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