Enough of this!
Well, that's enough of that. You don't fuck with the Cropp and keep control of a blog in this town. Linda's in charge now.
I'll have you know that, far from "sucking," I rule. Of course I do. I mean, everyone in DC is talking about me -- my picture's on the front page of the A-section and Style in today's Post, and even those nasty sportswriters have no choice but to bitch about me. It's as if they said, "My job depends on getting more sports into this city. If anything upsets that goal, I'll trash whoever is standing in the way." Well, my job is getting more for Linda. If baseball gets in the way, t.s.
Linda, Linda, Linda. Cropp, Cropp, Cropp. That's right, DC. I'm the juice in this town. And it's not like it's just DC that's learning about my stroke, 'cause I'm bad, I'm nationwide. More Americans know who I am than ever knew Sharon Pratt Kelly. And all because I took the initiative on this baseball racket. I'm telling you, politics is easy. And it's even easier when Tony keeps on believing what he wants to be true. Even Boswell has caught on to me -- but Tony still thinks he can bring me 'round. Sucker.
So piss off yourself, Nats' fans. Baseball isn't that big of a deal anyway. I'm not a fan, and that's a good thing. It means I can look at it dispassionately, weigh the pluses and minuses without being seduced by the romance of baseball. And since I'm not a fan of ethics and transparency, it means that I can look at my political options dispassionately, without being seduced by the need to tell my colleagues what the hell I'm going to do next, or by the need to confront political reality. I can pretend that there's a possibility that MLB will deal with the city over financing, even though there's no prayer of that. I can pretend that there's a big pot of money lying around to go to schools and bringing back DC General, even though there isn't. I can do anything I need to do to position myself for a bright future in the Wilson building, because I do not suck. I rule.
So call me "Cropp-zilla," say all the swears you like, just make sure that you keep talking about me. Till fall '06 or so, at least. Ah, it's good to be the Cropp.