This was my initial reaction to the news about Donald Trump’s dinner party at the White House:
But then I thought, that’s not really fair to the Joker, et al. In their universe, they were the crème de la crème of Gotham criminal society, tops in their field, the elite.
These folks are anything but that. It’s more like Trump assembled this group in an attempt to look classy by comparison. And it almost worked.
The Batman analogy having failed, I’m at a loss. And I’m not going to let myself go down this road, no matter the temptation:
Honest to God, had the painting fallen off the wall and hit this Trailer Park Trash trio, the national IQ would’ve gone up 25 points pic.twitter.com/XIMuEzXpNm
— Keith Olbermann (@KeithOlbermann) April 20, 2017
But folks, I will say that, for those of you who still don’t understand, this is the problem with Donald Trump being president — his desecration of the office. All other problems — the cluelessness, the lying, the utter disregard for ethics, the open hostility to wisdom and experience, the stunning carelessness with policy — spring from that source. It’s the shameful American love affair with anti-intellectualism made flesh.
A dinner table at the White House should have the wit of the Algonquin Round Table, tempered by the nobility of purpose of the original King Arthur version.
Instead, look what we’ve got. This is the level the presidency has sunk to.
Evenings at the White House should look like this:
Not like this: