You guys probably have a head start on me. I just got home from work after spending hours on a frakin’ Excel spreadsheet. I HATE Microsoft. Every app is so damn kludgy. I need a drink. Rico! Some tequila please?
In the meantime, let me direct your attention to this excellent smack down of Sally Quinn by Bob Somerby titled The Wages of Quinn. Somerby dissects Quinn’s most recent column where the Queen Bee of DC threatens the Obama’s with her own personal brand of divine retribution for being lousy hosts. “Pretty nice administration you got there. Wouldn’t want anything to *happen* to it.” As Somerby points out, Sally and her droogs don’t pick on Republicans for being celebrity struck social climbers like the Reagans or intellectual and sleepy boors like the second round of Bushes. She saves her attacks, and at this point, they seem awfully close to domestic terrorism, for Democrats. Clinton really frosted her crockies because right after his first election, he called her and the Villagers on their little cliquey games. Quinn holds a grudge and her vengeance knows no boundaries of decorum.
I don’t know why Sally gets away with it except that she’s married to Ben Bradlee. She sounds to me like a frustrated woman who should have been a CEO of something but was born 30 years too soon. So, she is forced to channel her intelligence and thwarted ambition into middle school variety power plays that are approved by her class as being appropriate for her gender and station. Oooo, the shackles of conformity must be rubbing her raw after sooo many years. Nevertheless, she will not be ignored. But someday, probably soon, she will be discarded. Everyone gets old, eventually. She will be replaced by a newer version of herself.
In the meantime, she’ll continue to scheme and stab people in the back and help the Villagers take down another Democrat. Hey, Obama’s a pretty weak president. It’s not going to be hard for Sally and her posse to take him down. I’m just sick of people indulging in ruining other people for sport. Besides, Obama’s doing a pretty good job of ruining himself without Sally’s help.
Someday, I hope Sally gets what’s coming to her. In my fantasy, it goes a little bit like this: