We cats disapprove of the White House Correspondents' Dinner. It is a silly event. However, we're willing to relent long enough to throw loud PURRS in the direction of President Obama, who, as Kenny Bania would say, "killed" last night.
And unlike his fellow comedians, Seth Meyers appears to have navigated the dinner's treacherous waters — although he needs to learn that you cannot use "I" in the objective sense. (It's "Ron and Rand Paul have something in common with my father and me," Seth, dear.)
That said, we continue to find it unseemly that journalists spend an evening flashing cleavage on a red carpet and cozying up to their sources. To us, it just doesn't pass the smell test — and we cats have mighty powerful noses.
Consider, for example, the wildly inappropriate behavior of The Washington Post, which invited famous carnival barker and all-around mountebank Donald Trump to sit at its table. The Post fancies itself a serious newspaper and a competitor with The New York Times (which, to its credit, no longer attends this idiotic soiree).
Yes, you could argue that by inviting him, The Post set Trump up for some high-level scorn, which apparently offended him enough to make him decamp early. But we don't care about Trump. We're just wondering how any newspaper could then write an objective story about someone who had been its dinner guest. (It reminds us of that awful "salons with newsmakers" idea that the The Post got in so much trouble for two years ago. Apparently, they haven't learned a thing.)
Oh, well. That appears to be the WHCD's raison d'etre — to allow news outlets to host ridiculous public figures who will attract attention. People magazine, for instance, invited Bristol Palin. (Who has about as much chance of becoming President as Donald Trump.)
We cats HISS.
(IMAGE: Mr. Triple Combover, not amused.)
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