It’s like passing the scene of a deadly car crash, everybody stares and becomes spellbound over the spectacle laid before them…looking is taboo and brings about guilt, but you just can’t help it. Now picture last nights Radio and Television Correspondents Association dinner, a great scene of hilarity. Karl Rove gets a little too carried away by the rapping improv guy, giving himself an “MC Rove” moniker and then dancing like he was straight outta’ Compton. What’s even more hilarious is the presence of his backup dancer aristocrat buddies. WTF!?
