Looks Like an Iranian Rant

We've all gotten used to the Middle East practice of gathering ten or twenty thousand rag-clad twelfth century thugs in the village square and shouting "Death to America." It's what they do in their version of polite discourse and exercising their impression of a First Amendment freedom. We just write it off as Muslims being Muslims.

And, by now we know that periodically the Washington media and intellectual elites gather over rubber chicken and cheap chardonnay to recite scripted jokes about their personal foibles and take pot shots at their opposition. Hasty Pudding and similar are reminiscent of Friar's Club roasts of the Rat Pack back in the day.

So, we shouldn't be too taken aback when the Messiah and the White House Correspondents gather with a couple of bus-loads of Hollywood airheads to exercise their humor attempts. I watched out-takes from the dinner last night on the telly news. It looked relatively benign. Not particularly funny, but harmless.

That's what a good edit can do for you. Here's commentary from someone who was there:

May the Dung of a Thousand Camels Coat Your Kidneys, Rush

At least in that individual's interpretation the "humor" was pretty malevolent and the Messiah was grinning like an adolescent fool. When the right makes the slightest reference, that's vicious but praying for a violent and painful death of a spokesman for your opposition is really funny for the left. I guess that's the new bipartisanship he was promising.

The topper for me was the coverage of the red carpet arrivals at the dinner. That's right, the only thing missing was Joan Rivers. The glitterati debarked from their limos, flaunted their cleavage and two day macho beards while the strobes flashed and the microphones were thrust at them. This is media in America!