White House Correspondents Group banish woman from the ONAN network.

The  White House Correspondents Group has banished Chanel Rion from the daily briefings. Supposedly it was because she violated the corona virus restrictions where only approved reporters are allowed into the briefings. She stood in the back and was immediately snitched on by one of the ultra liberal cunts who demanded she be barred. The ultra liberal group than threw her out not because of any bogus rules but because she is from a conservative network that the President likes and asked the questions that I would ask. For example she asked is it racist to call it Chinese food and if it isn't why can't we call it the Chinese flu.

The press is nothing by crap. They were sick but they are getting sick. Not from the Kung Flu but from their relentless hypocrisy and bias. I understand why they wanted to get rid of the ONAN networks. They want to be the principle jerk offs in town

Still and all correspondent Chanel Rion will be facilitating a lot of Onanism at the old Ponderosa. Just sayn'

What, me worry!

Grusinskaya (bursts into their suite, with a vein pulsing in her neck): What have you done you stuttering strumpet? I notice everyone is whispering your name in the hotel lobby.

Miss Peggy Noonan (cowering on a settee, holding a whimpering dog): I fear a private conversation was overheard. I was talking to a friend and mentioned that the decline in our fortunes has caused all of us to rely on more simple pleasures.
Grusinskaya: What ludicrous tripe you moronic mousey twat! I still live my life to the fullest. My many admirers still shower me with champagne and caviar.
Miss Peggy Noonan: Even so. What do they say about your betrothal to the gardener?
Grusinskaya: How dare you question me! I can’t stand your empty headed babbling anymore you albino mongoloid. Just because I have become engaged is no reason for my admirers to stop worshiping at my altar.
Miss Peggy Noonan: But surely you are happy that there is someone special in your life. Some one to spank you when you come home at night. To tie you to bedpost with his bow ties and whip with his belt as he reads from the collected works of Edmund Burke. Oh George I miss him so. That filthy slant eyed chink stole him from me! That fucky sucky five dollar whore.

Grusinskaya: It is your fault anyway. No one is writing that crap anymore. People do not want to hear of the limitations that must make up their poor miserable existence. Ever since that Blackamoor has inherited the title of Baron the ways of commerce have been disrupted. Even the common serfs are upset. They are waving around tea bags for some reason. They shout and mingle in the road. It seems that the market for their goods and services has dried up.
Miss Peggy Noonan: That’s not the only thing that’s dried up.

Grusinskaya: What you chalk faced whore. I will rip your nipples off and feed them to the pigs.

Miss Peggy Noonan: Promises, promises.
Grusinskaya: You blowsy bitch, I told you never to gainsay me again……I will show you (She jumps across the table and begins to throttle the albino opinion maker)

Miss Peggy Noonan: Thisssss isss bullsssssshhhhhhitttttt!!!! (Cough, gasp, rattle)

Grusinskaya: Shut up you pervert…you know you are enjoying this!

Miss Peggy Noonan: Yooouu onlllly hurtttt meeee cccaaauuuse yoooouuu loooovvve meeeeee (She falls unconscious as her nipples come fully erect and her shift becomes damp).

Baron Felix von Geigern’s dog; (cowering on the setee as he urinates) Woof!

Grusinskaya: (under her breath) Pervert.

(Grand Hotel, 1932)

Grusinskaya and Peggy have no mail?

Grusinskaya (bursts into their suite, with a vein pulsing in her neck): What have you done you stuttering strumpet? Where is my mail? I have not received a single letter in several days. Where are the sweat stained pleas for my attention from the gibbering masses?

Miss Peggy Noonan: (cowering on a settee, holding a whimpering dog): I fear that most of your correspondents have found a new muse.
Grusinskaya: WHAT! THAT IS A LIE YOU PASTY FACED PUSTLE!

Miss Peggy Noonan: I am afraid that is true my love. They are enamored with the fecund strumpet with the idiot child. She rides in men’s breeches and shoots the moose. It is most unladylike. But I am afraid they find it most enticing.

Grusinskaya: They would never choose such a person over me. I am their muse. I am their Queen. They are devoted to me. To me do you hear!
Miss Peggy Noonan: I am afraid it is true. She is most unpopular in certain parts of the village. The anarchists and the syndalicist hate her. But all of your former correspondents leap to her defense. That callow young law student who is always mooning over you. That foolish old man who has the dress shop. Even the rotund fop with the pendulous breasts who reeks of bad perfume and who is light in his loafers. They all leap to her defense and sadly ignore their duty to do homage to you.

Grusinskaya: You blowsy bitch, you lie, they would never favor another over me…I will show you (She jumps across the table and begins to throttle the albino opinion maker)
Miss Peggy Noonan:PLLEEAAASSSEE SSSSTTTOOOOPPPPP!!!! (Cough, gasp, rattle)

Grusinskaya: Shut up you pervert…you know you are enjoying this
Miss Peggy Noonan: Yooouu onlllly hurtttt meeee cccaaauuuse yoooouuu loooovvve meeeeee (She falls unconscious as her nipples come fully erect and her shift becomes damp).
Baron Felix von Geigern dog; Woof!
(Grand Hotel, 1932)