Of Trump presidency 2.0, my favorite sub-genre by far is the neurotic Democrat who publicly exhibits her severe depression, which is very obviously rooted in her deep-seated control issues.
For that reason, ancient Washington, D.C., socialite Sally Quinn’s latest column in the New York Times is a wildly fun read. Quinn, who previously proclaimed her satisfaction with the demise of Washington’s social scene, said that Donald Trump’s return to the White House has infected the oxygen she breathes to survive. “This spring Washington is a city in crisis,” she wrote. “Physically, emotionally, psychologically and spiritually. It’s as if the fragrant air were permeated with an invisible poison, as if we were silently choking on carbon monoxide. The emotion all around — palpable in the streets, the shops, the restaurants, in business offices, at dinner tables — is fear.”
Quinn said that in D.C., “Nobody feels safe,” and “Nobody feels protected,” and “Nobody knows … [w]hat might happen to each of us.” In a particularly concerning portion of the column, she quoted crazed left-wing goblin Leon Wieseltier ominously telling her, “It’s time for people to ask: What am I willing to die for?”
The whole piece should earn Quinn a formal wellness check from law enforcement and a 24-hour commitment to the psych ward for Wieseltier.
I no longer live in Washington (Thank God), but I still know plenty of people there, and none of them are in a “crisis” or living in “fear.” (Though, admittedly, I don’t know anyone who works for Jasmine Crockett.)
What Quinn means is that Democrats have minimal influence in the federal government right now, and she is personally in a foul mood about it, and so are all her vile D.C. dwelling friends. So, as narcissists tend to do, she presumes everyone else must be feeling the same way. This is how Democrats have behaved for all time, but it’s especially true in the Trump era. They declare an entire city in “crisis” and gripped by “fear,” as if they personally know each individual of the more than half-million residents. And of course Quinn doesn’t, that’s the whole point of being an elite socialite — exclusion of the vast majority and association with only the rich and influential.
“Among once powerful lawyers, journalists, politicians, academics and lobbyists who have made up official Washington for the past few decades,” Quinn wrote, “the feeling is one of impotence, fear and frustration.” I’m sure that Washington crowd is feeling more anxious than usual these days. Their ability to force people on what to do and how to think — things they love above all else — has been greatly weakened.
They’re uncomfortable right now, and it’s a fact that makes me very, very happy.
Jesus Christ is King
