Worst Prom on Earth

Condi wears her best Shower Curtain and Canvas Car Cover to the proceedings
(Photos By Susan Biddle -- The Washington Post)

The annual Gridiron Dinner, when the media and Washington's powerful get together to plan how they will all defend one another for yet another calendar year.

Oh how David Broder loves it so.

But Bush had the last word; make that song. With a gang of Busharoos, he crooned about his future back in Texas, singing: "I spend my days clearing brush, clear my head of all the fuss, like that big fuss you made over Harriet and Brownie. Down the lane I look and here comes Scooter, finally free of the prosecutor. It's good to touch the brown, brown grass of home." He even paid the news media a compliment: "When you are not writing stories, you are not half bad."

I'm all verklempt...no sorry, that's nausea.

WaPo commenter Pagan says it best:

I'm glad the press had a chance to take a break from all those grueling days spent transcribing press releases, granting anonymity to high ranking administration members at official press conferences, attending cocktail parties and fancy lunches.

Not to even mention having to attend barbecues as the guest of a Presidential candidate they are allegedly covering.

NOTE:

Bush partied down and cracked jokes on the day he allowed torture to continue to be American policy.