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Fuck the White House Correspondents' Association Dinner

This little rant is not meant to offer any hope. It is not meant to project any sense of superiority. (We don't get invited to these things.) This is only meant to make an annual declaration—which is not earth-shattering or surprising or particularly insightful, but is, nevertheless, necessary, in the sense of simply reading something into the public record—that you, the tie-adjusting, ballgown-donning, picture-posing members of the media at the annual White House Correspondents Association Dinner, are not cute.