George,
Kellyanne, and I fall into very different segments of the political
spectrum, but as regular readers will recall, I have never let that
interfere with my respect for the way that Kellyanne does her job. I
have often said that among the ridiculous clown-car of ignoramuses
that surround the president, she is the shining star. Now that I look
at that sentence, it screams of damning with feint praise, so let me
be more clear: Kellyanne Conway has an impossible job to do, and yet
she consistently does it spectacularly well and manages to make it
look easy. How would you like to try a week or two of being
responsible for making President Comboverus Superbus's idiotic
comments sound presidential and covering up his blatant, obvious
lies? I didn't think so. The woman is a super-hero. Or villain, I
suppose.
I
am less familiar with the work-product of her husband George,
although I am enjoying the attention that he is drawing to the
president's foolishness.
Most
importantly, before I get to the frivolous portion of today's
entertainment, let me say that I have only love in my heart for the
Conway family. George and Kellyanne have been married for twenty
years or so, and they have four children. I sincerely wish all six of
them the best of luck, good health, and happiness, in perpetuity. I
find the now frequent speculation about the conflict that has
supposedly arisen between them concerning Kellyanne's boss to be not
only disagreeable, but also stupid and churlish.
In
a perfect world, I would love to read the following press release
from Ms. Conway:
“Let
me just say that any rumors about tension between my husband and me
about our respective opinions about President Trump lack foundation
of any kind and are, in fact, silly. Politics is politics; work is
work; and family is family. Neither George nor I have any trouble
keeping those things separate in our heads.
“For
example, this past weekend, we sent the children to visit George's
family in (?), and we spent thirty-six hours alone together in our
apartment in Washington, having told people that we were at our home
in New Jersey. We turned off our phones, only checking in
occasionally to make sure that World War III had not broken out in
the meantime. We let our computers get a well deserved rest. We spent
all of that time having sex in every way that the human body allows,
in all three ways, twice, with a couple of bonus rounds, taking
occasional breaks for snacks and short naps.
“The
children returned home on Sunday afternoon, and we all had a great
time catching up. Dinner was a pizza party, and we then watched
movies together. The boys wanted to watch Star Wars movies, so we
settled on Rogue One and the Last Jedi, because they have strong
female leads, which the girls really enjoy.
“Just
for the record, for all of you busy-bodies out there, our family is
fine. George is entitled to his opinions, and I would never interfere
with his rights in that area. I am making a good living, and having a
great time, by the way, and George is only happy for me. The children
are doing great. George and I get plenty of drama at work, believe
me. When we get home, we just chill-ax and decompress. So fucking get
over it, already. You should turn your attention to the
Huckabee-Sanders. I hear that they are at each other's necks
constantly.”
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