Via Back Alley Media we learn the latest in Versailles pretentiousness, Sally Quinn presumes to tell the Obamas where they should go to church.

It tells you everything you need to know about the National Cathedral that they would consent to be quoted in such an article. Anything less spiritual would be difficult to imagine.

Sally Quinn continues her crusade to save bitches from themselves.

This is the thing that is driving me crazy. The wives. The enabling wives.

Apparently, it's Sally Quinn!

Ghastly beyond words.

Well, that's beyond shameless, isn't it? Even for Ben Bradlee's child bride. Maybe that's why she's got a yen for Fred? Anything, anything at all to evade accountability and preserve the "Our Town," the Beltway as a Republican fiefdom. Her and Dean Floater, the gaseous turd. Anyhow, here's the excuse:

Cheney is scheduled this summer for surgery to replace his pacemaker, which needs new batteries. So if the president is willing, and Republicans are able, they have a convenient reason to replace him: doctor's orders. And I'm sure the the vice president would also like to spend more time with his ever-expanding family.

And who would replace Cheney?

In the nicest possible way, of course.

But she certainly lets Barack know that he's going to be dealing with His Betters if he ever makes it up to the big house. Quinn doesn't work nearly as fast as Modo, and she only slips in the shiv ten paragraphs down. The money quote:

The biggest problem that Obama has is this: We don't know who he is. Who are his people? Whom does he surround himself with? Whom does he listen to? Who gives him advice? He's so new to the national political scene that he hasn't had time to choose the team that would be with him in the White House. The more we see him in action, he's still just campaigning. He still has the quality of an unknown. And as attractive and likable as Obama is, we still need references.

What you mean "we," Sally? Or is another bootlicker in Versailles on the Potomac presuming to speak for the American people again?

The guy's a United States Senator, and you don't know "Who he is?" WTF? I keep being told that D.C. is really a small town; doesn't everybody know each other in a small town?

There's a history here, of course; Ben Bradley's wife is a fully paid-up member of the Beltway Aristrocracy and wrote the famous piece explaining how those vulgar enough to be actually elected need to comport themselves in the presence of Their Betters back in 1998: