Peggy and Obama sittin' in a tree...

Peggy Noonan is so far around the 'style' bend with dreamy eyes for Obama's 'bearing' that I can't even hear her anymore, much less see her.

Her latest ode includes "A mysterious thing happened in that speech Tuesday night. By the end of it Barack Obama had become president. Every president has a moment
when suddenly he becomes what he meant to be, or knows what he is ... So with Mr. Obama, about four-fifths of the way through the speech. He was looking from the prompters to the congressmen and senators, and suddenly he was engaging on what seemed a deeper level. His voice took on inflection. He wasn’t detached, as if he was wondering how he was doing. He seemed equal to the moment and then, in some new way, in command of it..."

Wow, how's that leg chill you got going there, Peggy?

My sad observation is that the same flowering adulation and intellligencia admiration was showered on Mussolini in the 30's. But that didn't make the man or his ideas worthy of laudatory praise in 1939 ... nor should/does it in 2009.