Weird -- everyone on the right thinks Condoleezza Rice is the bee's knees, but Peggy Noonan imagines her, literally, as a miracle worker walking on earth. Lions don't literally lie down with lambs after Rice testifies in Noonan's fantasy, but that's one of the few miracles that doesn't occur.

To get of sense of what Noonan thinks is truly important, note that, in her dream of God's providence smiling down on the earth, Richard Clarke, Jacques Chirac, and John McCain grovel before Bush's majesty, Ted Kennedy humiliates himself ("...I am, uh, roughly, arguably the size of Connecticut, and can personally moon Europe. Thank you"), and the Pope openly blesses The Passion -- but Osama bin Laden apparently remains at larrge.