The harsh and personal attacks leveled at Sara Sanders by comedienne Michelle Wolf during last weekend’s annual White House Correspondant’s dinner have me thinking that the roast, like tv rabbit ears and the hoola-hoop, may have outlived it’s usefulness.
The dinner has long been a source of banter between the press people who cover the white house and past presidents and their advisors, but not even the tongue-lashing former president Clinton got in the 1990’s from Don Imus came close to the level of personal attack that Sanders had to endure while on the stage for the event.
I’ve been a part of a number of roasts of everyone from politicians to clergymen in the past, and even was roasted myself for a charity fund raiser some years ago.
But the roasters and roastees didn’t intend to make a name for themselves as Wolf seemed intent on doing that night.
She’s another reason that many of us think that comediennes these days aren’t very funny, and that humor from many has just become an extention of their political views.
To witness the correspondant’s dinner attack is just another reason why so many people want nothing to do with politics of any kind.
You have to have incredibly thick skin, and be prepared to have everything about you, including the way you look and the way you dress. attacked.
That’s the way I see it.