No, really. And to think, Sally Quinn gets paid for this shit:

Administrations should befriend the locals — they’ll need them in hard times

By Sally Quinn

Wednesday, January 27, 2010; 9:34 AM

I’ll save you the trouble of reading it. Shorter Sally Quinn: “Come to our villager parties or we’ll pull out the long knives. Oh, and I watched Avatar and I don’t quite get it, though it has something to do with villagers.”

I kid you not.

The inimitable Digby (“we are not worthy”) has the best punch line evah:

Wrong movie.

Hide the bunny, Mr President.

And the comments at the Washington Post are priceless:

You cannot be serious. What is this, “Heathers”?

It’s just one darned thing after another. Gigantic earthquakes, floods, war, economic distress, and now this.

Brilliant parody of Sally Quinn!

After reading this remarkable exercise in grandiosity and narcissism I had to check to make sure I hadn’t inadvertently logged on to “The Onion.”

Bless the Internets. Maybe there is room for hope. Nah.

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.

Sally Quinn wanted to bond with Tim Russert at his funeral?

You might remember this:

In Washington, That Letdown Feeling

By Sally Quinn

Washington Post Staff Writer

Monday, November 2, 1998; Page E01

…”He came in here and he trashed the place,” says Washington Post columnist David Broder, “and it’s not his place….”

And this:

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…

That was then, this is now.

Apparently Sally Quinn, a non-Catholic, reported that she took Communion at Tim Russert’s funeral. A Catholic religious service.

Apparently a few people aren’t too happy about that.

Digby

…People who take their worship seriously don’t care for that. She went to their church and trashed the place. And it’s not her place.

We are not worthy.

I’m beginning to believe in karma.