Oh, joy. Sally Quinn lectures the Spitzers on adultery. Isn’t that like Hitler lecturing Churchill on war crimes? "What Was Silda Spitzer Thinking?" If she’s like me and knows your past history, both marriage and employment, she’s thinking that you’re a total sleazebag hypocrite. But I digress.

Lil’ Sally Homewrecker must think we all have short memories. She thinks wrong. Just like she thought wrong in March of 1998 in going after the Clintons, which was the first time she pulled a Dr. Laura and lectured someone over things she herself did gleefully.

Here, for your delectation, are memory-refreshers from Harry Jaffe’s landmark March 9, 1998 Salon piece, "The (not so) Mighty Quinn":

A peek into Quinn’s motives [for attacking the Clintons] reveals a hidden political agenda and the venom of a hostess scorned, and ultimately, an aging semi-journalist propped up by a cadre of media buddies, carping at the Clintons because they wouldn’t kiss her ring.

Quinn, the daughter of a general, was raised in high military society. As she describes in her book "The Party: A Guide to Adventurous Entertaining," she was first patted on the bottom at a Washington cocktail party by a randy Sen. Strom Thurmond when she was 17. From young socialite she moved on to dabbling in journalism, writing party stories for the Washington Post in the 1960s. She was a disaster at television and wrote a book about the debacle. But, failing upwards, she was about to be hired by the New York Times when Ben Bradlee, the storied executive editor of the Washington Post, lured her to his new Style section.

At the time Bradlee was married but separated; Quinn was living with journalist Warren Hoge, who would later work for the Times. Quinn and Bradlee became an item, Bradlee’s marriage failed, the two were married in 1978 — and Sally Quinn’s career took off.

So Sally, let us all know: Did you ask Ben Bradlee’s wife, Antoinette Pinchot — you know, the woman from whom you stole Ben? — the same question you so snottily asked Silda Spitzer?

Did you go up to Antoinette Pinchot Bradlee and say "What were you thinking? Why don’t you just get out of my way and let me have him, you aged leathery cow?! I’m his trophy wife now! I need him for my career prospects!"

C’mon, you can tell us. We’re waiting.

Related posts:

  1. Cage Match: BillO and the Homewrecker versus Alan Grayson!
  2. Bill Clinton: “I Was Wrong About Gay Marriage”
  3. Memo to the Right Wing: Put Up or Shut Up
  4. Who Will Stop the GOP’s Relentless Assault on Traditional Family Values?
  5. Lieberman-Graham Threaten to Shut Down Senate, Add Detainee Photo Suppresion Amendment to FDA Tobacco Regulation Bill