It’s the Monday after the White House Correspondents’ dinner, meaning Washington is abuzz about something insular and stupid.
Liberals are applauding an utterly lame performance as “brilliant” because it attacked the Trump administration; Republicans are holding a comedian to a higher standard of decency than they hold the president of the United States whose primary campaign was fueled by brazen mockery (often with more comedic effect than anything at this WHCD); and journalists are waxing sanctimonious about a fancy dinner.
(Not that there weren’t any legitimate complaints — my colleague Gabby Morrongiello articulated one here.)
This year’s installment of the annual post-WHCD controversy feels especially ridiculous, but the good news is that hardly anybody outside the fourth estate cares at all. And they shouldn’t. Our best collective response might mirror that of Sarah Sanders herself, who looked on with indifference as she was fecklessly derided: deadpan and unflinching in the face of a performance that was both uninteresting and unimportant.
