Coffee Snorters: “You Work For Me” Edition

The Blog Princess was hiding under a curly endive leaf at the White House Correspondents’ Association dinner this weekend. Consequently, we overheard every juicy word of the shocking dustup between Fab Hollywood truthers Laurie David/Sheryl Crow and that Ãœber-Evil Dark Minion of the Chinese-Toy-loving richest 1%, KKKarl Rove!

Personally, we can’t believe Herr Rove so viciously attacked two innocent women who were only trying to eat their dinner in peace, especially after the press buried the hatchet and literally begged everyone to put politics aside for the evening. Does the man have no sense of decorum, no situational awareness?

The dinner is an event that has ruffled plenty of feathers in recent years, what with the perceived aura of coziness between journalists and their sources. Last year’s routine by Stephen Colbert became a national flashpoint for a routine blasted by some for its rudeness to Bush and cheered by others as brave truth-telling.

Association President Steve Scully urged the crowd to set politics aside for one night. “An adversary is not the same thing as an enemy,” he said in his opening remarks, “and an evening of civility does not mean we are selling out.”

Two poignant moments early on quieted and united the raucous room. Tony Snow made his first public appearance since he announced the recurrence of his cancer, and received a standing ovation when he was introduced. Amie Steele, editor of the Virginia Tech student newspaper, took the podium to lead the room in a call-and-response of “Let’s go Hokies!”

Sadly, in these divisive times some people just can’t seem to let go of partisan politics. Mr. Rove literally chased two helpless women across the room and foisted his tiresome political agenda on them at a social occasion. But then isn’t that just like a Rethug?

Global warming was the talking point last night at the White House Correspondents’ Association dinner when singer Sheryl Crow and “Inconvenient Truth” producer Laurie David walked over to Table 92 at the Hilton Washington to chat with Karl Rove — and the resulting exchange was suitably heated.

“I am floored by what I just experienced with Karl Rove,” David reports. “I went over to him and said, ‘I urge you to take a new look at global warming.’ He went zero to 100 with me. . . . I’ve never had anyone be so rude.”

Things got so hot that Crow stepped in to defuse the situation and then got into it with Rove herself. “You work for me,” she told the presidential adviser, according to singed bystanders. “No,” was his response. “I work for the American people.”

News of the dust-up filtered quickly through the room. Some witnesses said David was very aggressive with Rove; a shaken Crow later said that Rove was “combative and unresponsive.”

Unfortunately we forgot our trusty MontBlanc, but luckily for us the always-dashing Jules Crittenden preserved every delicious word for posterity:

Rove, polite: “Excuse me, I’m eating.”

Rove, direct: “No.”

Rove, trying to change the subject: “Good Lord! Is that the Potomac pouring into the lobby?”

Rove, one old boy to another: “All kidding aside, you don’t actually believe that alarmist nonsense, do you?”

Rove, trying to throw her off her game: “You have something stuck between your teeth. Here, let me get that.”

Rove, just curious: “Were you aware when you agreed to let Al Gore to narrate this, that End Time pseudo-science sounds up to 70 percent less intelligent in a Gomer Pyle accent?”

We do know what Crow said. Typical multi-millionaire rockstar reax to someone who doesn’t, when told to jump, say “How high?” Bit of a deviation from the usual “Do you know who I am?”

This is obviously just another example of the Bush White House seeking to silence the genuine voices of outrage, but there was evidence this morning that legitimate political dissent will not be crushed:

In his attempt to dismiss us, Mr. Rove turned to head toward his table, but as soon as he did so, Sheryl reached out to touch his arm. Karl swung around and spat, “Don’t touch me.” How hardened and removed from reality must a person be to refuse to be touched by Sheryl Crow?

Indeed.

I dress up with a conscience
When I think you’ll be watching
I say all the right things
I don’t know what I mean

Am I
Am I
Getting Through?

You go, grrrls! The message is getting clearer every minute.

Update: MC Rove and the real reason KKKarl didn’t want to shake Sheryl’s hand…. (just scroll down).

And… If Drew Barrymore poos in the woods, is it a natural, beautiful event or a violation of Gaia’s fragile ecological balance?

What is it with these Hollyweird types anyway?

Cross-posted (which is, like, totally more fun than cross dressing) at VC.

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