She married a multimillionaire with whom I rowed with in high school. She dumped him when he didn’t win the California Senate seat. She got a ton of money.
OK, standard operating procedure for leftie fem’s.
Very accomplished, right?
A friend who worked for her says that no term — harridan, termigant, shrew, hussy… I think I forgot one or two — is adequate. Too tame.
Now, she sees Sarah Palin, who actually has a life, and she burns. And this isn’t a slow burn, Mount Arianna erupts.
Oh, and she does it out of nostalgic Republican love, wanting to “save the GOP.”
Spare me.
8:45 am on September 2, 2008