The Washington Correspondents Dinner, an annual meeting where we presume to congratulate the “correspondents” or whatever they prefer to be called, turned to chaos as another one of their class, using his brand of “correspondence,” in this case, guns, attempted to shoot the president of the United States.
The left has to have a conversation with itself and find out “why” their brand of politics brings out the worst in people.
Writers, journalists, correspondents, call them what you will, are given assignments and do what is expected. Those to whom they owe allegiance by writing in exchange for a check at the end of the week, must give “the boss” value for the buck.
Leftist bosses hire leftist writers to assure the leftist readers that their world is alive and well and working to oppose the right.
While it sounds like it is all about opinion, facts and finding lies in each other’s ideas of “what works,” it is more; it is about getting one’s needs met in ways that modern societies accept, despite clucking and denying how it is all brought about.
The latest in the left’s demand to be compensated, a 31 year old from Torrance California, is in custody and will tell all what he was going to do and why.
He is a “manifesto” writer, something these politically dangerous “fixers” seem to think exonerates their actions.
Those at the dinner celebration, while having the festivities interrupted, got to see their ability to influence people up close and personal.
It will be interesting to read what these people write, once they gather their thoughts and receive their instructions from the “boss.
“Give me a l000 words on how Trump influenced Mr. “Whatshisname” to see the affair being poisoned by his mere presence.
Others, needing no prompting, will do what their minds tell them, all without prompting. Many will seethe with contempt for the president, blaming him for poisoning the minds and the bodies of all the world.
For what it is worth, the dinner, having been held without Trump in his first term and WITH Biden for four years, has lost its luster and now with it becoming a shooting gallery, will become useless.
Trump says he wants to come back and while that might be true, if he does, it will have to be in the new White House Ballroom.
The left has already called this disruption a campaign to have the ballroom built. Trump, for his part, has made that comment as almost the first thing said.
Those “correspondents” who suffered from the loss of the ability to laugh at Trump or perhaps sit on their hands, now have to be able to take their “I was as close to death as one could be” and turn it into a popular tome for public consumption.
All the correspondents have the idea of writing a book or perhaps more. All see the ability to write a well-turned phase as the key to financial success.
With 450 in attendance, there will be a plethora, an overabundance, a deluge of first person takes of “the night I almost died.”
“What could the event directors have been thinking when they invited Trump?” This and others, all thinking as they do, “It’s all Trump’s fault.”
There will be some very inventive reasons to blame Trump as it is this that the “correspondents” do in order to pay the bills.
For those uninvited, uninterested and uninvolved, most are happy that no one was killed or hurt. Many others will be able to make a living joking about others’ misfortune in the comedy clubs.
Others will take to their podcasts or for the more well-known their stints on local or national TV and by their guile, turn a few minutes of mayhem and discombobulation, into a litany of cheating death by making the folding of many menus into a bullet proof vest.
I know what you are thinking, “How can that be?” and I will only tell you that the leftist “correspondents” are some of the most innovative people you will find anywhere.
As we are less than 24 hours into this “night of horrors”, the “correspondents” will explore all levels of possibilities to be the first with the best. To hell with not using AI, this is “War” and must be seen as a unique opportunity to lie with the best of them.
Just when the benign was going to be the banal, along comes someone to save the day.
by Dr. Richard Pitz.