Saturday, February 25, 2017

Float Like A Butterfly, Sting Like A Samantha Bee

By Zamboni

So Donald Drumpf has decided he hasn't got the moxie to sit at the head table and be skewered by a comedian at the White House Correspondents' Dinner, and has tweeted his withdrawal. Oh, goodness.

We cats are at multiple minds about this.

On the one paw, as anyone reading this blog well knows, we loathe and despise the White House Correspondents' Dinner. What used to be an admirable effort to raise money to train young journalists has turned into an unprinicipled red-carpet fuckfest. (Excuse our language.) Ever since the late Michael Kelly invited Oliver North's paper-shredder Fawn Hall to attend the WHDC in the late '80s, the event has become an unamusing inside joke — with some occasional amazing moments (case in point: Stephen Colbert's 2006 roast of The Previous Worst Person Who's Ever Lived).

Now, though, the event has outlived its usefulness. And since The New Worst Person Who's Ever Lived has declared he will be a no-show, we are left with the following options:

1. Hold the event with some mediocre comedian and without the leader of the free world in the room.

2. Cancel the event.

3. Combine the event with Samantha Bee's "Not the White House Correspondents' Dinner" and make it a YUUUGE anti-Drumpf roast. Invite all the people who have been marching against the Drumpfsters to speak. (Why not? Drumpf has declared the media to be "the enemy of the American people." What have you got to lose?)

We cats vote for this: That the WHCD should be canceled, and for Samantha Bee's event to go forward.

Why? Because the WHCD organizers, in the wake of media outlets being shut out of Sean Spicer's press gaggle the other day, should have rescinded their invitation to Drumpf forthwith. Since they didn't, they look weak and inconsequential. So they should cancel themselves.

Onward and upward, Samantha Bee! We cats PURR.

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