Not only do the candidates share a stage: They roast each other, and, typically, themselves.
So, last night, the two candidates showed up and did their thing. I'm sure you'll be shocked to hear that Donald Trump behaved abysmally. His jokes were cruel, and he got booed by the audience, which is unprecedented in the history of the Al Smith Dinner. The closest he got to sending up himself was throwing Melania under the bus in a plagiarism joke.
Hillary Clinton, wearing pink for breast cancer awareness month, but choosing the precise bright pink of Planned Parenthood, which I'm guessing is no coincidence because she is AMAZING, was genuinely funny with a far superior delivery, and she handed Trump his ass.
Welp, Hillary just handed Trump his ass at the #AlSmithDinner. "He looks at the Statue of Liberty and sees a 4" absolutely ended me.— Melissa McEwan (@Shakestweetz) October 21, 2016
"He's as healthy as a horse--the horse Putin rides around on" was a close second. Omgggggg lol. #AlSmithDinner— Melissa McEwan (@Shakestweetz) October 21, 2016
What's fascinating to me about Clinton's segment is that Trump seems delighted that she's even mentioning him, as opposed to the usual stony-faced reception he usually gives at these sorts of things. Honestly, it's the closest I've ever seen him come to actually laughing.
I'm not sure what that's about, exactly, but it reminds me of this ex-boyfriend of a friend of mine, who was the most enormous douchebag, and, the first time we met, referred to my friend and me as broads. "Are you broads ready to go or what?" I'd already suffered a half-hour of this guy's misogynistic bravado, and I replied with a snarl through a saccharine smile: "Modern women prefer to be called cunts." He paused, his eyes flashed, and then he broke out into cascading laughter. "I like this one!" he pronounced to my friend.
Whatever that's about is what was going on with Donald Trump as he watched Hillary Clinton last night.
Anyway. In summation: Donald Trump is an unfunny jerkbag and Hillary Clinton rules. The end.