9th February 2017
There are three annual events that fill every red-blooded American with joy: Christmas, the Fourth of July, and whatever day they hold the White House Correspondents’ Association dinner. We all anticipate the WHCD with a sense of childlike wonder — Which reliably leftist comedian will be the host? How will they all slam Republicans and pat themselves on the back for being so wonderful? Petit filet again? — and everybody dreams of one day attending.