My take on the White House correspondents dinner #independentmedia #truthmatters #jimacostashow

What unfolded Friday night inside that gaudy, former Trump hotel ballroom was a monstrosity. And it warranted a stout response from the Washington press corps that sadly never came. As just about everybody around the world fully expected, Trump delivered an unhinged, hateful speech that was written for the sole purpose of celebrating his undemocratic assault on news outlets in America and settling scores with his political enemies. He called people fat. He told racist and anti-gay jokes. This was payback time for when Obama and the press laughed at him for his birtherism back in 2011. Payback for all the times he was fact-checked and investigated and called out for his extremism and insanity. He soaked up the misery in the room like a balm on his blackened, broken soul. Hate is the only stimulant that keeps sir naps-a-lot awake these days. Yes, he bombed. And that was the point. He wasn’t trying to be funny. That would make people happy. Duh! That speech was nothing more than a heat-seeking missile aimed squarely at any joy that journalists take in their work. It was also a message. Things are about to get worse. Much, much worse.