You know? Sometimes, usually upon the urging of people who like author and TV host Tavis Smiley, I try really, really hard to listen to what he has to say and give him the benefit of the doubt. And I'll wonder, "Maybe I am too hard on the guy? I do want people to care about poor people. Maybe he means well?" And I try to be nice. But then he opens up his mouth and says something like, "This is the first president in my professional career that hasn’t invited me to the White House," and I'm right back on the "WHAT THE HELL, TAVIS?" train. What the hell, man? Who ARE you? (Psst. The kind of douche whose lack of self-examination allows himself to openly bemoan not getting a White House invite as if he's the King of Zamunda.) It's nice to know that in your tireless effort to bring attention to the needs of the neglected it is still, and will always be, all about you.
(H/T to my friend-in-snark, Hamilton Nolan at Gawker.)