Last night, about 3,000 journalists turned out for the White House Correspondents Dinner, widely described as a “hot ticket” which, this year, the Washington Post described as “lame.” The paper mentioned “random plus-ones and curious hangers on,” a “not quite A-list” celebrity roster (Kathy Griffin, Jordan Klepper, Brooks Robinson, and Michael Avenatti), and “not so many” tech people. Also, Omarosa. Host and comedian Michelle Wolf succinctly roasted all assholes assembled across the aisle. Kellyanne Conway and Sarah Huckabee Sanders were not amused, and now correspondents and the GOP are complaining that the jokes were mean-spirited and that she couldn’t read a room.
On the same day, the Paralympics was firing back at Trump for calling the event “a little tough to watch too much,” adding, “but I watched as much as I could.” And then he skipped the dinner for the second year in a row, assembling a big yuge crowd to cheer indiscriminately as he shit on past presidents, talked about walling off America with our taxes against our will, and casually described a nuclear weapons plan called “de-nuke.” The people clapped and clapped and clapped, and he showed off his huge dignity which is so big you would not believe.