Posts Tagged ‘Alfred E. Smith Dinner
What: The Alfred E. Smith (Al Smith) Dinner. Not to be confused with the Alfred E. Neuman anything.
When: Thursday 10/20/16 at 750pm CT
Where: The Waldorf=Astoria in NYC (live streamed on CSPAN.org)
Who: Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump, having to pretend to be comedians for a surreal and bizarre evening
Why: Beats me. I think these events, including that White House Press Corps laughfest they do every year, are stupid. I know that this one raises money for charity, but there are lots of ways to raise money for charity. Have a bake sale instead. Sell chocolate bars like we always had to in Catholic school. But, don’t make presidential candidates come to the Waldorf and beclown themselves. I think this dinner is one of the most bizarre things we do during an election: pause the campaigns and have the candidates do a standup comedy routine. It’s like we ripped a page out of the script of the movie Idiocracy. This thing is even more strange in 2016, now that they are doing this the night after the last presidential debate. Prior to today, I didn’t think this Al Smith Dinner thing could be any stranger…so, shows what I know. I’m going to start keeping quiet about how strange I think something is from now on, since people seem to take that as a dare to be even stranger.
Since it’s you who is reading this, I am going to watch this whole thing — no matter how strange it gets — and take notes on it. But, only because we are friends like that (and have been through so much together already). I will be using CSPAN’s stream on the Internets via the Googles while computering. This will not be a transcript, but my livestream reflections on what happened as it all happened. I will not be going back and fixing typos and all that. This is just me capturing the moment for you, as if I was live-texting it or Tweeting it or whatever, like people do now. I am a really fast typist, thanks to Sister Adelaide’s 7th grade typing class at the Immaculate Conception School…but I am not a court reporter. You wish I was a court reporter, but I am not. Not all your wishes come true, hoss.