Sometimes — just sometimes — I can understand where Republicans are coming from when they complain about political correctness. I don’t mean I ever get the urge to call people racial or sexual slurs or anything. I just mean, man, if I wasn’t constrained by the etiquette and protocol of editorial news delivery, sometimes I would unleash on some people.
Take Louise Linton, for example. She’s a Scottish actress and the wife of Donald Trump’s Treasury Secretary, Steven Mnuchin. If I wasn’t a member of the polite left, I’d say she was a downright snooty bitch. I mean yeah, there’s the obvious: She’s married to the executive producer of a bunch of movies you’ve seen, so you know she’s filthy rich and therefore probably predisposed to being arrogant and out of touch. Seriously:
But that doesn’t mean that bitch needs to flaunt her money in Instagram posts of her stepping off a taxpayer-funded flight on an Air Force jet.
I’m sorry, did I type that out loud? It’s just, I really hate when I even see brands hashtagged on social media, because it makes people’s personal lives into an advertisement, which is kind of gross. But there was Louise, happily tagging the designers she was wearing on her flight to Kentucky, where the average monthly wage is about half the price of the handbag she’s carrying.
And then this snob — sorry, taxpayer — has the nerve to go off, to condescend to a woman who called her out for her douchebaggery? I mean, I have a hard time sticking to the rules of ethical reporting when a woman wearing $500 sunglasses calls another Instagram user “adorably out of touch.” No, that’s adorable, you… Well, something horrible, anyway.
Maybe she just had money on her mind. The filthy rich power couple was joining anthropomorphized tortoise Mitch McConnell to take a tour of Fort Knox, that place Bugs Bunny was always trying to get into because of the whole carrot/karat thing. She really puts the “treasure” in “Treasury Secretary’s wife.”
But anyone who saw this walking billboard of white privilege last year, before she married Mnuchin, knows she was an asshole before she ever met him. In July of 2016, she came under fire for horribly misrepresenting a trip she took to Zambia in the pages of a memoir she wrote. In it, she portrayed herself as the gorgeous, waifish, blonde central character in an African struggle, in a country beset by armed rebels and jungle perils (Zambia has neither).
Wait, so let me do some quick math: June 2017 minus July 2016… Hold on a second, I think Mr. Mnuchin might have known what a heartless, soulless, culture-robbing, average mom-snobbing, lowlife dirtbag she was before he even married her!
I’m sorry, did I type that out loud?
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Andrew hates long walks on the beach, glitter, and men’s rights activists. He can usually be found with his long-suffering wife, who can usually be found asking him to please not order onions on that burger, babe.