(Pictured: Peggy Noonan’s hero receiving a Nazi medal in Nazi Germany from the Nazis.)

This is amazing, even for Nooner:

Main thought. Hillary Clinton is not Barack Obama’s problem. America is Mr. Obama’s problem. He has been tagged as a snooty lefty, as the glamorous, ambivalent candidate from Men’s Vogue, the candidate who loves America because of the great progress it has made in terms of racial fairness. Fine, good. But has he ever gotten misty-eyed over . . . the Wright Brothers and what kind of country allowed them to go off on their own and change everything? How about D-Day, or George Washington, or Henry Ford, or the losers and brigands who flocked to Sutter’s Mill, who pushed their way west because there was gold in them thar hills? There’s gold in that history.

Let’s leave aside the "snooty lefty" and "Men’s Vogue" stuff. That’s Glenzilla’s territory.

But um…Henry Fucking Ford makes Nooner misty-eyed? Really? The openly anti-Semitic admirer of Adolf Hitler, who personally flew to Nazi Germany to receive the Order of the German Eagle in 1938, and opposed our involvement in WWII? That’s someone Nooner puts alongside George Washington? That’s someone Nooner thinks Obama should tear up about?

Holy. Shit.

Anyway, back to you, Nooner:

John McCain carries it in his bones. Mr. McCain learned it in school, in the Naval Academy, and, literally, at grandpa’s knee. Mrs. Clinton learned at least its importance in her long slog through Arkansas, circa 1977-92.

Mr. Obama? What does he think about all that history? Which is another way of saying: What does he think of America? That’s why people talk about the flag pin absent from the lapel. They wonder if it means something. Not that the presence of the pin proves love of country – any cynic can wear a pin, and many cynics do. But what about Obama and America? Who would have taught him to love it, and what did he learn was loveable, and what does he think about it all?

And what actual evidence does Nooner have that St. McCain cries every time he hears a Stephen Foster song while Obama cynically laughs behind all us rubes’ backs?

None!

I wonder. Does Nooner drink herself sick every night, wishing we could turn the country over to right-wing traitors like Henry Ford and worrying about the very real possibility that a Negro will be President?

What does she think about it all? I mean, who taught her not to be a race-baiting fascist?