Seriously, how do they pick these people? I never even knew about them until Stephen Colbert rocked it out in 2006.
Before that, and ever since, they’ve invited nothing but third-rate hacks, save for the occasional first-rate comic delivering a performance that would be lucky to be reviewed as third-rate hackery.
I could rock it, with the help of my talented team of writers and editors. Nothing cheap like Conan let dribble from his face. Look up, Conan. You couldn’t memorize even a few lines of it? Was this not a big deal to you?
In the future, White House Correspondents, give it to someone who will take it seriously. Someone like Colbert.
Here’s the actual travesty, assuming you have the stomach and a solid half-hour to destroy.