Update:
After two days of bullshit blathering, I sent out a new email to club officers saying that this witch, excuse me, this girl convicted in The 2023 Alabama Witch Trial, had in fact passed all our artist requirements and as President I declared her IN and give her a space at the show.
Allied officer agreed with me, Queen Bee meddler who started all the witch shit did not.
Then wishy-washy officer sounded in and wishy-washed.
My plan was to force them to outvote me so I could quit the fucking club. I waited for the final show chair officer to weigh in against the witch, and I'd be free.
Meanwhile Queen Bee messaged me about how I was so Wrong! Because I wanted to tell witch she was out personally instead of letting some bitch like Queen Bee gloat-pity her. I told Queen Bee if our witch got shot down I was gonna tell her exactly how it happened.
This was on purpose because Queen Bee is so looped-out gullible she probably does fear the witches coming after her.
Then Show Chair (played by Kate McKinnon in the movie) roars in and dresses ME down for getting out of her lane, that it's not up to me if witch gets in the show, it's up to her, and SHE says witch is IN THE SHOW.
I apologize online while cackling maniacally IRL.
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But it's not over. Queen Bee was put in a box, cut off from her followers, but she did not rest. Instead she has attempted to talk smack to me via personal messages. This is like bullfighting vs your grammama. I don't want to hurt her, but it's like she doesn't even have 1994 smack-talking skills. It's the e-communication equivalent of holding a 5-year old's head and letting them swing at you.
After several exchanges, she has calmed down to where I asked her if she'd just rather talk on the phone. If she does, I'll just let her scream herself to sleep.