Did you see the White House Correspondents Dinner? I hope not, because if you did, you probably saw one of the most vulgar, profanity-laced, and mean-spirited young women alive today spew hateful venom toward President Trump, his staff, and those of us in America who would qualify for inclusion in the “basket of deplorables.” My daughter Sarah, press secretary to the President, was invited by the hosts to sit at the head table in full view of the over 1000 people in attendance as well as by millions who saw on TV. The President didn’t attend for the 2nd year in a row. Saturday’s ambush and vicious attacks proved he made the right decision. He instead went to Washington, MI for a Trump-styled rally and felt the love of an overflow crowd who cheered him. Had he gone to the dinner, he would have been the main course! The rally was like a massage; the dinner was like a mugging. The attacks on my daughter were so cruel that many of the WH press corps publicly apologized for the bullying she received. To her everlasting credit, she sat there stoically and didn’t get up from her seat (which was less than 4 feet from the podium) and provide the so-called comedian with a double-order dinner of a knuckle sandwich. If the event was to elevate journalism and celebrate the First Amendment, they failed more epically than when I tried to assemble a tricycle for my oldest son’s 3rd Christmas. Their dinner made the Hindenburg disaster feel like a smooth landing. I quit going to those kind of dinners years ago. There’s more authenticity in a bowl of wax fruit than at one of those affairs where the swells get all dressed up and pretend to be nice to people they actually hate, all they while looking over their shoulder to see if someone more important is coming up. I had a colonoscopy a few weeks ago; I’d rather have another one than go to one of those insufferable events. After last Saturday’s embarrassment, colonoscopy exams and waterboarding have now become more desirable than the press dinner.
Journalists blame the President for their problems because he calls them out for “Fake News.” They whine like little girls who didn’t get invited to their classmate’s birthday party and say he isn’t fair to them. They seem blind to the fact that they give him 91% of negative coverage, and ignore his successes and scream “Russia, Russia, Russia,” despite that no evidence has surfaced that the President has had anything to with Russia other than his watching a rerun of Rocky 4 in the White House theater.
The President of the WH Correspondents Association said she hoped the event would bring more civility to Washington. That’s like saying we hope that we’ll have better vision if we let Mr. Magoo be our opthamologist. At least Mr. Magoo was funny. That vile and vulgar young female did explain one thing for me. The strange trend of millennials eating Tide Pods now makes sense. If they talk with the kind of potty mouth as she did, they need their mouths washed out with soap.
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