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Wild Washington dinner parties and other myths of the city

Recently, I unashamedly eavesdropped on a woman in Georgetown (not Sally Quinn) who was expounding (like Sally Quinn) on the long-lost virtues of the Washington Cocktail Party, where Republicans would clink glasses with Democrats, lions would lie down with lambs and policy differences would be ironed out far beyond the…

This Is Not Mockery

Sally Quinn: “When I was little, I thought my daddy was a centaur, which is a point for John McCain.” And Michael Gerson worships the horse man. To be fair, Quinn’s argument is that McCain’s world would be nice to live in (minus the constant fear and utter lack of…