n Friday, President Trump attended the rescheduled White House Correspondents’ Association Dinner after an uninvited gunman brought the original April gala to a premature conclusion. Even though the would-be assassin had left a confession explaining his intention to murder the president and as many members of his administration as possible, the assembled “journalists” spent the next few days pretending that they were the intended targets. In breathless interviews with obsequious colleagues, the “heroic journalists” in attendance told dwindling viewers what it was like to have been so near death. Suffice it to say, combat veterans and beat cops found it difficult not to roll their eyes at the pampered prima donnas who playact at being reporters while obsessing about their hair and makeup.
Corporate Journalists Have Earned Our Mockery
