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With the leaders of the free world having group-hugged their economies into financial stability, there’s nothing much left for the journalists to Twitter about. Instead, the Washington media elite will try to be funny, for charity. Tonight, the National Press Club is hosting Commedia dell Media, an “evening of comedy” with “DC’s most respected journalists.” Hahahah, it’s hilarious already. We have preview video … and you can help Wonkette ask these people a hilarious question, tonight, at the event!
It’s Scott Lanman, from Bloomberg! What a riot, this guy!
And beloved The Nation Mother Jones reporter David Corn!
Journalists from Conde Nast, McClatchy and other such enterprises will make jokes, sing songs, and generally spread merriment under the watchful eye of host Bob Madigan (from WTOP). Apparently, Wall Street and military embeds will join the subjects to be targeted, for laughs. There is also a vague promise of “scratching the comedic underbelly” of journalism, which sounds just terrifying enough not to miss.
Details about the lineup are available here. For a mere $15 to $20, all of this entertainment, plus a reception, can be yours. Tonight.
Here’s where you come in: Wonkette has the distinct privilege of asking one (1) question of all the journalists, and the answers will be used to judge TO THE DEATH who is the funniest journo of all. So quickly, submit your questions in the comments!
Here’s the question I would ask: “When will you recognize that journalism, as we know it today, is a dying profession full of windbags and pompous airheads?”
Is light best described as a wave or as a particle?
They only pay you $15 or $20 to go?? No fucking way.
Alternatives:
1. The parallel postulate: for it or against it?
2. Should Congress repeal the Law of the Excluded Middle?
(2.a Should Congress ratify the Law of the Excluded Middle?)
3. Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?
4. Who would win: Godzilla or King Kong? Give examples and show all work.
5. What is the “bulldog” of the “bulldog edition” (for the ink-stained wretches).
There’s always: “What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?”
If they don’t know the answer they are not only unfunny, but should be stoned to death.
“If it goes well for you tonight would you like to parlay that into a permanent gig with “The Capitol Steps”?”
Q: Show of hands. Dinosaur saddle-soars. Much ado about nothing?
“Do you agree with the Bush Doctrine?”
Which one of your colleagues would you most like to waterboard?
Does Mark Russell still play the piano with those funny songs only an idiot Congressmen would find funny?