Monday marked the official start date for our new social secretary, Julianna Smoot. Ms.NBC has done their obligatory suck-up piece and WaPo has done an excellent job mourning the passage of our dearly departed Diva, Desi (dddd); “(her) departure has the fashion industry practically in mourning. No one has expressed a whiff of excitement over her replacement, Julianna Smoot. Instead, there’s concern that Washington might end up in cultural retreat.”
And I think you’ll agree, Lady M will be much more comfortable with Julie too. Which southern belle would you rather stand next to when showing off your toned guns: the ex-Zulu Queen from N’Oleans,
who is always looking for a chance to show off her underwear
OR
this genteel, matronly-looking ATM from South Carolina? And did I mention that Smootie also worked for the American Association of Trial Lawyers? That could prove useful in the unlikely event of future Big White indictments. But here’s the real benefit of that association - noted in the upper right hand corner:
So while many in the media are still coming to terms with the loss of our dddd, I’m inclined to agree with Michelle Malkin’s succinct summary of Desi’s demise: “Three words: Boo-freaking-hoo.” (Although technically that’s just one - expletive infixation - word. I can’t help myself, it’s in my hard drive.)
And even though dddd was one of Lady M’s nearest and dearest Chicago friends, I can assure you – she’s glad she’s gone too.
“One more word, and I’m going to smack that skinny b***h”
h/t DVR
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