We don’t know what Mr. Rove was thinking at the Radio Television Correspondents’ Association Dinner, but if hip-hop wasn’t dead before he just shot it in the face. We’ll never again be able to purge the memory of him jerking his hands from side to side and whipping out his cell-phone with knees bouncing.
Well, if we were part of the Administration we too would run with the strange, liberating sensation that comes with having nothing left to lose.
