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The villagers who throw those cocktail weenie parties for all the cool kids inside the beltway are sharpening their knives.

Do you remember this from ten years ago?:

the (not so) mighty Quinn

…Actually, it could be said that Sally Quinn has been floundering around for the last couple of decades, when she failed first as a journalist, then as a novelist, before emerging as a hostess in a Washington society that even she admits is in its death throes. Which brings us to a central question: Who appointed Quinn as the mouthpiece for the permanent Washington establishment, if there is such an animal? A peek into Quinn’s motives reveals a hidden political agenda and the venom of a hostess scorned, and ultimately, an aging semi-journalist propped up by a cadre of media buddies, carping at the Clintons because they wouldn’t kiss her ring…

The self-appointed arbiter of the inside the beltway cocktail weenie circuit is at it again.

via Corrente:

A Church for the Obamas

By Sally Quinn

Saturday, November 22, 2008; Page A15

…the matter of where the Obamas will choose to worship is drawing a lot of interest in Washington and elsewhere…

…I would like to recommend Washington National Cathedral…

You sanctimonious fool, everyone knows all your wingnut friends delighted in the “Obama is a secret Muslim” meme the Mighty Wurlitzer floated about during the campaign. And you want to presume to tell the next President of the United States where he and his family should worship? It’s none of your damn business.

Why should we care what you think?

And then there’s this:

United States Constitution, Article VI

…but no religious test shall ever be required as a qualification to any office or public trust under the United States.

So if the Obamas don’t attend the church of your choice are you gonna say they “trashed the place?” Just asking.

I hope Obama does appoint Hillary Clinton as Secretary of State. It’d be worth it just to watch Sally Quinn’s head explode.