White House Correspondents’ Dinner

I’m not a fan of posts that have a lotta youtubes, but this is kind of necessary.  Bear with me, reader, please.

I don’t always agree with our President, but I get his humor.  Do you?

There’s some overlap from part I, but worth a peep nonetheless.

Here’s Part II:

Names4things think he’s FUNny.  But then our favorite out lesbian comedian Wanda Sykes (YAY!!!) does her j-o-b, notably toned down from her regular bits.

Here’s Part I:

And here’s Part II:

I have serious ish with the annual correspondents’ dinner, though.  The country’s leaders are supposed to have a relationship with the press that is untarnished by mutual dicksucking.  As it is, we can’t even tell them apart with all the happy-cum-lucky splooge drippin’ down all their smiley faces.  Still, it pales in comparison to Bush’s appearance at the same annual event during his regime, which brought his brand of  funny with shit that should land him a spot in Leavenworth– or Old Sparky .  But then, our land of sheeple and their approval of our ever-diminishing rights is likely going to keep that supersized anal bead out of anything but pounds of paper money.

That brings up the real good reason to not have unconditional love for President Obama:  his über conciliatory stance toward anything that’s already happened.  C’mon, ‘bama!  Must we ultimately look to you for why Bush and his fellow seditionists, why they will not be charged for war crimes?  How about Bush’s decimation of the constitution, and his severely under-discussed 2000 coup d’ etat?   Indict those dingleberries, tout de suite, s’il vous plait.

But hey- at least President Obama is making sure that bailing out banks, corporations, and other American institutions of fuckery over our fellow citizens, is Job One, right?  That the rest of us have been remanded to job insecurity, poverty, homelessness and hopelessness does not say HOPE to this spelling bee champion.  And don’t get me started on the Ivy appointments.  If you haven’t graduated from Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Columbia, or any of those other bastions of bullshit, our President doesn’t even want to see your resume.  Never mind that Ivy grads are notorious for malignant narcissism and disconnection to the people they invariably hold sway over.  An even bigger never mind is that David Plouffe, who engineered Obama’s astoundingly brilliant campaign, does not have a college degree from anywhere.  Roh?!?! Si si, mi amigas.

I hate to be disappointed.  But the sad fact of most humans, is that they can get used to just about anything.  Gil Scott Heron says it’s because nobody knows what to say.  I’d counter that no one knows how to see.  Or listen.

Oh well.