Trump and Obama: A Night to Remember
White House Correspondents Association dinner in Washington, D.C.
2011
President Obama in the midst of the operation that would lead shortly to Osama bin Ladens killing; it was also the night when, despite that preoccupation, the President took apart Donald Trump, plastic piece by orange part, and then refused to put him back together again.
Trump was then at the height of his unimaginably ugly marketing of birther fantasies, and, just days before, the state of Hawaii had, at the Presidents request, released Obamas long-form birth certificate in order to end, or try to end, the nonsense. Having referred to that act, he then gently but acutely mocked Trumps Presidential ambitions: I know that hes taken some flack latelyno one is prouder to put this birth-certificate matter to rest than the Donald. And thats because he can finally get back to the issues that matter, like: did we fake the moon landing? What really happened in Roswell? Andwhere are Biggie and Tupac? The President went on, We all know about your credentials and breadth of experience. For exampleno, seriouslyjust recently, in an episode of Celebrity Apprenticethere was laughter at the mention of the programs name. Obama explained that, when a team did not impress, Trump didnt blame Lil Jon or Meatloafyou fired Gary Busey. And these are the kinds of decisions that would keep me up at night.
What was really memorable about the event, though, was Trumps response. Seated a few tables away from us magazine scribes, Trumps humiliation was as absolute, and as visible, as any I have ever seen: his head set in place, like a man in a pillory, he barely moved or altered his expression as wave after wave of laughter struck him. There was not a trace of feigning good humor about him, not an ounce of the normal politicians, or American regular guys Hey, good one on me! attitudethat thick-skinned cheerfulness that almost all American public people learn, however painfully, to cultivate. No head bobbing or hand-clapping or chin-shaking or sheepish grinninghe sat perfectly still, chin tight, in locked, unmovable rage. If he had not just embarked on so ugly an exercise in pure racism, one might almost have felt sorry for him.
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