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http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/07023/755938-153.stmBush has Little to fear at press corps roast
.... Columnist Ann Coulter has a stroke while laughing, falling face first into the single lettuce leaf she's been munching on all evening. Her date, Hermann Goering III, snarls at her weakness. George Clooney, sitting two tables away, smiles with approval.
The C-SPAN camera scans the room. Henry Kissinger is still asleep, but Vanity Fair columnist Christopher Hitchens has pulled a chair next to his table. He stares with undisguised revulsion at the snoring diplomat. He can't take his eyes from him. He orders another whiskey sour from a passing waiter.
Rich Little smacks his lips and pulls a cigar and a pair of round glasses from his jacket pocket. He smooths his hair back and balances the cigar between the index and middle fingers of his right hand in a spot-on imitation of George Burns.
"So, like I was telling George Bush the other day when he was praying to me. I said, 'Listen, George. Only one of us can be God. Please, let me be God today -- capisce?'"
The camera catches Ralph Nader sitting at a table by himself mouthing the words "I don't get it" while everyone laughs. ....
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