The DC Connection was a day late and a Heimlich short when it came to Saint Alice. Everyone online already knew the woman who presumes to tell the world how to eat had no idea how to save a choking victim herself. Maybe she’s like Go Fuck Yourself and should be traveling everywhere with an ambulance. The funny part is that I was starting to think better of the chef who finally challenged her presumptuousness about the White House, and then I read about the inaugural dinner he cooked using everything from Krispy Kreme doughnuts to Coca-Cola to honor fat-cat donors. It might be time for all involved to shut their pie holes and move on.