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DRUDGE AT THE CORRESPONDENTS DINNER
WHO'S WATCHING DARIUS?
WASHINGTON -- "Do you have any champagne?" CNN60MINUTES all-star Christiane
Amanpour asked the bartender at the BLOOMBERG after-party as she giggled with
her husband Jamie Rubin who wore no black-tie even though the invitation
required it.
"All the rebels have become conformists," I later said to Amanpour as we sat
and talked about the sell out.
With Jamie rolling his eyes, I accused Amanpour of blindly supporting The
State, as I donned a T-shirt of an ironed-on Elian Gonzalez at gunpoint
[copyright Alan Diaz, ASSOCIATED PRESS].
"That's just horrible you're wearing thaaaat," Amanpour said in between sips
in an accent that spans the continents.
"All you rebels have become conformists," I repeated. "HE did this to you!"
For a moment in the BLOOMBERG bathroom I had a panic attack. It hit me hard.
HE will soon be gone.
Not just Jamie, not just Lockhart, not just Janet, not just Madeleine, not
just Sidney, and not just Amanpour, who clearly timed her pollination to his
leaving.
HE is their center.
And, Christiane, who's watching baby Darius?
HE seduced them. HE loved them. HE gave them good copy. HE was their friend.
USA TODAY all-star Susan Page presented him with an Oscar. A few weeks ago in
Beverly Hills Jay Leno presented him with a check.
"They'll never indict him," Sam Donaldson screamed, with a voice nearly
recovered from yelling at Reagan.
TIME editor Isaacson was laughing so hard, sitting next to Madeleine, please
forgive if the magazine is tear-stained Monday.
Because HE is leaving. And HE corrupted them.
Lord of the Baby Boom.
Baron of the Blisters.
[He would cancel when he was flared up, Lewinsky told Tripp back in our
1990's.]
What will we all do without him?
"We're going to miss you, Mr. President," I said leaning over the velvet rope
flashing my Elian T with him, looking up and down, glaring at me.
"How did he get in here," press maestro Joe Lockhart whispered into the ear
of a reporter while chewing a mouth full of spicy greens, mango and lo mein
noodles served with warm sesame crusted salmon, grilled lamb chop and sliced
tenderloin of beef, sauce cabernet, potato dauphinoise rondelle, baby carrots
and asparagus, french rolls, flat breads, pumpernickel, raisin rolls, marble
mousse torte, chocolate crust-filled with white chocolate and semi-sweet
chocolate mousse, fresh fruit garnish and coffee.
Janet stared in horror as I stood in front of her -- Elian, with his look of
horror, staring her straight back in her face.
"You're my homepage. I read you all the time. I love it when you put up a
siren. You made me a star, honey. I have to get a picture with you," said
Smear Queen Diva and campaign manager to Al Gore, Donna Brazile as we hugged
and talked about what a fun summer we're going to have.
But HE will never be replaced.
Dean of the Degenerates. Prince of the Parties.
Leno, who presented him with a check a few weeks ago in BH, showed a video of
a dog dry humping a woman's leg -- then quickly flashed a pic of the
Commander in Chief.
The crowd cheers. So does his wife. And so does HE.
As does Lockhart, while chewing a mouthful of Rivercrest Chardonnay,
Rivercrest Cabernet Sauvignon.
Impeached. Stained. Accused. Standing ovation.
The highlight of the night, this his final formal night with family at the
WHITE HOUSE CORRESPONDENTS DINNER, was a video of "Ken Starr" smoking a
cigar, dressed in drag, flashing his underwear, harboring an apparent
erection.
As the crowd roared and Wolf howled and Janet clapped her wings.
Deputy Attorney General Eric Holder would later tell me after the lights came
on and the crowd began dispersing and the HILTON staff began sweeping up all
the wet Kleenex: "It was in good humor."
"You have the impeached president and the gentleman assigned, by Justice, who
proved the case now depicted in drag, in his underwear, obviously aroused, as
presidential staffers who spread Starr gay rumors celebrate?! And that's good
taste? Good humor?" I press Holder, flashing my Elian.
"Do you have any champagne?" Amanpour asked the bartender at BLOOMBERG.
"Darling, here it's flowing in the streets." |
