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President of the United States Donald Vanderdamp is having a hell of a time getting his nominees appointed to the Supreme Court. After one nominee is rejected for insufficiently appreciating To Kill A Mockingbird, the president chooses someone so beloved by voters that the Senate won't have the guts to reject her -- Judge Pepper Cartwright, the star of the nation's most popular reality show, Courtroom Six.
Will Pepper, a straight-talking Texan, survive a confirmation battle in the Senate? Will becoming one of the most powerful women in the world ruin her love life? And even if she can make it to the Supreme Court, how will she get along with her eight highly skeptical colleagues, including a floundering Chief Justice who, after legalizing gay marriage, learns that his wife has left him for another woman.
Soon, Pepper finds herself in the middle of a constitutional crisis, a presidential reelection campaign that the president is determined to lose, and oral arguments of a romantic nature. Supreme Courtship is another classic Christopher Buckley comedy about the Washington institutions most deserving of ridicule.
on a butterfly that had just alit on its horn. “Quite attractive.” “She’s going to do just fine. You watch.” “I’ll be doing more than watching. I called Felten, Risko, and Bristz,” Graydon said. (Other senators on the Judiciary Committee.) “I can’t say they were pleased, though Bristz seemed amused. I think they’re all a bit embarrassed over Cooney and Burrows.” “Darn well should be. This town has become more toxic than a waste dump. Eighteen more months to go. I count the days.” “You manage
pollsters* had brought him the disturbing news that the voters back in Connecticut—and, indeed, most of the other forty-nine states—were thrilled with the idea of having Judge Pepper Cartwright of Courtroom Six on the Court. That imbecile Vanderdamp had finally done something popular. It would have to be handled carefully. Very carefully. Yes. He had given strict instructions to the Wraith Riders to find something. Anything. If necessary, pin the JFK assassination on the demented preacher
learned that Cartwright and Bixby’s housekeeper was Nicaraguan, but it had been cruelly dashed when it turned out they were legally sponsoring her for a green card and citizenship. “Let’s have it,” Dexter said. “Senior year at her boarding school, she and another girl put shaving cream on the headmistress’s toilet seat.” Dexter stared at his chief of staff. “Well, that’ll drive a stake through her heart.” “Sorry, Senator. We’ll keep trying.” And so, on the brink of the final day of the
United States Supreme Court. Time stopped. At which point Pepper, with dawning horror, realized that all eyes were on her. Oh. My. God, she thought. First time out—first time out—and she had just interrupted a fellow justice. And not any justice. The Chief Justice. Way to go, girl. In the hierarchy of no-nos, that was right up there with vomiting on the Pope during High Mass at St. Peter’s. She wanted to shrink inside her robe like a turtle. Justice Hardwether, somewhat taken aback, nodded
a panther in pantsuit who will stop at nothing to advance her husband’s fortunes, but who is unable to deny—much less control—her ardor for National Security adviser Milton Swan. Icy blue–eyed Gore Peckermann of the TV show St. Paul Trauma brought a cool ambivalence to his role as the former Navy SEAL turned National Security adviser, who must balance his loyalty to President Lovestorm and the country with his burning desire to throw the First Lady over his desk and brief her until dawn.