Baked Trump Fillet

Yes, revenge is a dish best served cold. But it tastes so much better when garnished with sardonic laughter. Last night, Donald Trump got served by the comedic tag-team of Barack Obama and Seth Meyers at the White House Correspondent’s Dinner. The Donald endured volley after volley of jokes about his carnival barker ways. “Donald Trump has been saying he will run for president as a Republican, which is surprising, because I just assumed that he was running as a joke,” said Meyers devilishly. Trump, the ex-captain of industry famous for running businesses aground, sat stone-faced as the rigging, sails and masts of his reputation fell about him. Why Trump accepted the invite at all is a mystery. Some were amazed at his courage. I marveled at his spectacular poor judgment. His appearance was as smart as a First Century Christian showing up at the Colosseum voluntarily. In any event, the evening was glorious. Seeing Trump filleted like a mackerel and literally laughed out of DC was good for the soul.