Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Marjorie Margolies-Quisling

Boned Jello

Boned Jello

First you need to know that I care so little about the Clintons that I only learned about Chelsea's impending marriage to Marc Mevinsky last week.  Even then the name of the groom's mother, Marjorie Mevinsky,  failed to resonate in this pea brain.  It was only late last night, while reading A Tale of the Two Mezvinskys, that things jelled.  Marjorie Margolies-Mezvinsky!

Flash back to 1993.  Bill Clinton's massive tax increase, the biggest in U.S. history, and one that would be applied retroactively, was looking as  dead as Jerry Parks would soon be.  I think half the nation was watching  the televised House vote.  If this legislation went down to defeat, we were told by a worried media, it would mean Clinton's  presidency, just months old, would be an abject failure. YES! 

With time expiring, the bill needed one more vote to pass, and there was just one Representative who could save it,  Marjorie Margolies-Mezvinsky'

Margolies-Mezvinsky was a freshman Democrat from Philadelphia; a star in the making, having won in a district which had sent only Republicans to Washington for 80 years. Everything now hinged on her, and here she was talking to a Philadelphia television reporter, saying that she would absolutely honor her promise, and vote against it!  "I have to go vote now," she said, ending that interview.  The nation watched.  She was surrounded by the Democrat leadership, the clock ticking.  At the last moment she cast her deciding vote.  FOR!  I,  along with a vast majority of Americans, sat stunned.

Later we learned how this Quisling's betrayal was engineered.  As she entered the House chamber a phone was thrust into her hand.  It was a  frantic Bill Clinton on the other end. Please please please!  What can I do for you?  Don't worry about your district; I'll personally campaign for your reelection in '94.  Please please please!  It's for the children.

 Marjorie Margolies-Mezvinsky, having already lost her her soul, lost her House seat in 1994.  But, Marc got Chelsea.  That's my story.


Anonymous said...

So it's all about sex. EVERYONE got screwed.

An ignorant dickweed said...

I figure Chelsea's husband can cheat all he wants on her, it isn't like Bill is going to care.

DougT said...

I was shocked, shocked I say, that the media didn't have more analysis of the excesses surrounding the marriage of two hedge funders, one of whom worked for GS while it was in the process of defrauding its clients and destroying the financial system as we know it. Just saying . . .

DougM said...

Aw, c'mon, Rodge.
So she's not as pretty as her new husband.
On the plus side,
now she can't testify against him.

Jess said...

Trailer park Camelot is now official. Next, they'll float a keg while Marc tinkers with his monster truck.

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