The American Spectator

That Sally Quinn is vacuous was apparent when she first made her national name in the seventies. That she was the mistress/girlfriend of Ben Bradlee was also known, and that she achieved her journalist bona fides from her relationship with him was no secret. Her opinions were and are straight out of the drawing rooms of America’s aristocracy: the politicians, moneyed-power brokers and media titans whose lives have never touched the daily concerns and values held by the rest of those whose hard work and decency made and continues to make this country great. To explain Ms. Quinn’s representation of moral matters is laughable. She is a recipient of all wisdom revealed by the ruling class and explains why the alternative press (Fox, NRO, WSJ, talk readio) in a span of twenty years captured the audience it has, and now propels the national conversation.

p>Sally Quinn is a dinosaur left over from another epoch, another era; and her perspective on current matters is as irrelevant today as it was 35 years ago when she was the ultimate party girl. br> — Laney Bormel br> Parkton, Maryland /p>

Thanks, Sally, for looking out for the best interests of the GOP and working women and families and Down syndrome kids. Thank you for trying valiantly to protect us from Sarah Palin. We just didn’t know she was so ambitious and selfish. Whew, if we dump her now and pick someone like Joe Biden, do you still think we can win this election, Sally?

p>Thanks, Ben, for making the Washington Post a name we can trust. To print the Democratic talking points as editorials. br> — Clint Wilkinson /p> p> Game, Set, and Match to Mr. Lord. br> — A. DiPentima /p>