The reviews are in and Barack apparently killed ’em at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner. My friend, author Darius James, immediately told me that the president had put us (satire/comedy writers) all out of a job. I think I shall write on, but he got some good ones in … on Michael Steele.
Michael Steele is in the house tonight. Or as he would say, “in the heezy.” What’s up? Where is Michael? Michael, for the last time, the Republican Party does not qualify for a bailout. Rush Limbaugh does not count as a troubled asset, I’m sorry.
That dude is never gonna live it down.
Also, this one was a funny closer after he joked about what he would do in his next 100 days as president.
I believe that my next hundred days will be so successful I will be able to complete them in 72 days. And on the 73rd day, I will rest.
A some bloggers didn’t have much of a sense of humor about the whole clusterfuck that is the White House Correspondents’ Dinner. But to their credit, they hate all the White House Correspondents’ Dinners no matter who is president. It presents this very chummy, drunken orgy of a relationship between power, celebrity and the press that (of course) freaks some people out as these journalists who are yukking it up and rubbing elbows with both the president and Eva Longoria Parker are the ones who are supposed to be the acting Fourth Estate, covering our government.
Eh, I say, let the muckrackers drink and gawk at Kerry Washington. They all might be unemployed next week.
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