![]() It’s never been this easy to savagely-and FACTUALLY-burn a president for shitting all over the very first amendment (and at least one pretty crucial commandment), while also knowing that he will definitely see it. ![]() And yet this is also a world where a comedian can directly tell a president to his face (like, immediately and personally in front of his face, probably no more than six inches or so, probably while he’s at his most prone and vulnerable during his daily losing battle with his bowels on whatever gold-plated toilet he was closest to that day) that he’s totally friends with murderers and tyrants who torture and kill journalists that criticize them. The current world is a soul-destroying swamp of hate, cruelty and devolution, and Trump, Twitter and the internet in general are massively to blame for that. I bet you’d be on my side if I had killed a journalist. So in the time she has left before the climate takes her she responded to our President through his app of choice, and wrote maybe the only good tweet anybody has written since at least 2012. Michelle Wolf is, and a very great one, at that. ![]() If the gelatinous chunks of grey matter in Trump’s head somehow lived to be 100 he’d still shoot out random tweets about how mean and ugly Wolf was to him, decades after the White House Correspondents’ Dinner and years after Wolf disappeared in the wildfires that by that point will perpetually engulf 70% of our post-climate change and post-nuclear oblivion hell of a United States.Īs depressingly and unintentionally hysterical as Trump can be, though, he’s not a professional comedian. Good first step in comeback of a dying evening and tradition! Maybe I will go?īecause Twitter, of course, is where Trump lives, more so than the White House or even Mar-a-Lago, and no slight, no matter how old or insignificant, can ever disgorge itself from the President’s very stable and successful soup of a brain long enough to avoid comment from this very busy and serious man. So-called comedian Michelle Wolf bombed so badly last year at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner that this year, for the first time in decades, they will have an author instead of a comedian. The news drove our nation’s number one leaky big boy to his favorite digital soapbox to crow about how somebody who was very unfair to him was such a total failure and so not funny that a dying event that actually means nothing to him has had to buck decades of tradition to save itself and maybe he’ll go now? Rockefeller, Sr., surprises everybody by unleashing the thorniest zingers and most scorching burns imaginable next year. Hopefully Ron Chernow, the author of such books as The Warburgs: The Twentieth-Century Odyssey of a Remarkable Jewish Family and Titan: The Life of John D. Wolf rattled Trump and the obsequious DC media machine so thoroughly that they’re afraid to give anybody else the chance. Not officially, or anything-there will be something called the White House Correspondents’ Dinner next year, but in a change from tradition an author instead of a comedian will host the embarrassing shindig where the media yuks it up like goodtime buddies with the powerful they’re supposed to be holding accountable. Michelle Wolf did such a good job at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner this year that they’ve basically cancelled the thing for the future. ![]()
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