I watched dumbly, tiredly. Then for no reason—this is true, it just doesn’t sound it—I thought of an old Paul Simon song that had been crossing my mind, “The Boy in the Bubble.” I muted the TV, found the song on YouTube, and listened as I stared at the soundless mile of cars and the soundless demonstrators. As the lyrics came—“The way we look to a distant constellation / That’s dying in a corner of the sky / . . . Don’t cry baby / Don’t cry”—my eyes filled with tears. And a sob welled up and I literally put my hands to my face and sobbed, silently, for I suppose a minute. Because my country is in trouble.Well, she's right the country is in trouble. . .but, more to the point, I think SHE'S in trouble and is about to crack up. . holy moly what a self-absorbed winch!
I have been thinking about Noonan the way you say for awhile. She does carry on in spite of being an emotional wreck. She longs for a political fantasy world that never existed. Yes, our country is in trouble and it will take more than tears and sentiment for us to get back on track.