It’s a shame Louise Linton, wife of Treasury Secretary Steven Mnuchin, spent only one day in “#Kentucky,” as a longer stay with America’s “#nicest #people” might’ve made her a little more like them. (Though her Instagram comments [see above] suggest not even a lifetime of coal mining, black lung, and falling behind would’ve had that effect).
To be fair, Ms. Linton’s outburst came after a long day of arduous, unpaid state labor. After posing with $200 billion in gold (more than Mar-o-Lago’s interiors prepared her for), Ms. Linton had to surreptitiously crop out hubby’s (regrettably un-photogenic) face, even while shaking the hand (claw?) of a reptile she found 1) weirdly possessive of American treasure, 2) apparently home for summer (hibernation?), and 3) also possibly the Senate Majority leader (R-KY).
All this “#sacrifice,” after an acting career that has already “given” so much “to the economy”! (A glance at Ms. Linton’s IMDB page—which lists, Book-of-Martyrs-like, her sacrifices for such genre-defining films as “The Echo” (2008), “Intruder” (2016), and “Rules Don’t Apply” (2016)—leaves admirers of cinema wishing she had given less freely. The munificence of her husband, the “Foreclosure King” of southern California and benefactor of charity-blockbuster “Suicide Squad” [2016], is almost as sorely regretted by Hollywood’s homeless.)
Lest she end up a couture Jacob Marley, perpetually weighed down by the hashtag chain she forged in life (“#rolandmouret pants #tomford sunnies, #hermesscarf #valentinorockstudheels”) and therefore unable to lecture sacrificially from 30,000 feet, Ms. Linton might do well to reflect on these words, from Dickens’ A Christmas Carol:
Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, benevolence, were all my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!
The Anti-Trump Essayist 