Villagers clutching their pearls. Nothing changes.
That was then:
…And then we have Sally Quinn, the self-appointed arbiter of Washington’s social scene. Since the White House scandal story broke in mid-January, Quinn has gabbed on the networks and cable channels, passing judgment on the president and hissing at first lady Hillary Rodman Clinton.
“If you consider the life of Bill Clinton,” she said on “60 Minutes,” “whenever he leaves the White House, he’s going to get on a plane, and where is he going to go?”
“What do you mean?” a baffled Mike Wallace asked.
“Well, he — he doesn’t even have a home,” she sniffed. “I mean, when you think about it, he’s homeless. I mean, they’ve lived in sort of government properties all their lives…”
“…and when we die we’ll be buried in a Pullman grave and go to a Pullman hell.”
This is now:
“…Washington has its own version of a celebrity-driven culture, but these people are unattractive and lack charisma so what makes them celebrities is their substance,” says Eli Attie, a former White House speech writer in the Clinton administration and now a writer and producer for “House,” the Fox television show. “If you drain that from the interaction, it doesn’t have a point any more. You just have a photo of you and the vice president, and anyone willing to give $500 to the Democratic party and wait three hours on a tarmac in Kansas City can have that…”
Hey, it was the President, I didn’t give $500 to the Democratic Party, I was taking the pictures, and it was in St. Louis. And yes, it was fun, so I’ll take it.
As for the inside the beltway cocktail weenie circuit, feh, I’d rather have a brew and barbecue at Gates with friends.