According to CNN,
It was Sarah Sanders herself who couldn't wait to comment to the whole world, via Twitter, that she had been denied service. She even broke the law by using her official public position to air a private grievance. But instigation is what she does. It runs in the family.The Secret Service declined to comment, telling CNN: "For operational security purposes the Secret Service does not comment on its protective operations."The news comes days after Sanders was asked to leave a small Lexington, Virginia, restaurant because of her role with the Trump administration, a move that has since sparked a national conversation on civility and public service in the age of Trump.NBC News first reported that Sanders would begin receiving protection.Sanders did not immediately respond to a CNN request for comment.
So from now on, whenever Sarah and her family travel to an entertainment venue, men with guns will case the joint and make sure that there are no protesters or other foreign people lingering on the premises before she proceeds to indulge her appetites.
There is still no word whether the men with guns will also accompany her to her White House press briefings, where she has been assailed more than usual lately because of her serial lies and defense of her boss's corruption and inhumane policies.
Not that the press corps are that particularly adept at afflicting her, of course. They've been too used to groveling before power for too many years. Sarah is as serene as stone as the reporters ratchet it up for the cameras.
For her own part, Sarah Sanders is every inch the Nurse Ratched character in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Her job is not to impart information and help, but to scold the inmates for selfishly wanting their five minutes of TV time and asking annoying questions which always veer off her chosen Trump-glorifying topic for that day's group session.
Granted, her stony stern visage does occasionally crack into something resembling a smile. But I can't figure out if it's a grimace or a rictus... or maybe it's nothing more than horrible postpriandial gas pains competing with the verbal effluent as, more often than not, she eats the press for dessert.
But usually it's more like this, the sociopathic version of an RBF:
|Medication Time, Gentlemen|
This daily afternoon soap opera starring the chief White House propagandist and a revolving cast of caged corporate media personalities and stenographers (with the occasional rare walk-on by an actual journalist), thus becomes the Real Story. The inmates of the press room huddle together in the Occupational Therapy corner after each session to rehash the rudeness and the latest lies and personal insults that the starchy gatekeeper with the pearls has just imparted. Viewers and fans just can't help but feel the pain and the outrage.
But now that there will be orderlies with guns at Sarah's side at all times, the standard shock treatments which this presidency administers on a near-constant basis should probably be the least of our worries.