Until a couple days ago, nobody knew or gave a good damn what the Al Smith dinner was. Nobody’s worried about Trump’s acidic jokes and get real, Hillary’s jokes were every bit as hostile and had a sickly sweet aftertaste of raw arrogance. And you replay previous years’ jokes (from Romney and Barry in particular) and there’s no difference between what anyone else has said and what Trump said.
Nobody. Freaking. Cares.
But because it’s Trump somehow it’s the worst thing ever. Come on. It’s a room full of sanctimonious New York Catholics, this is Hillary’s home court. If he ruffled those feathers it’s a good thing.
Hillary does hate Catholics by the way, at least the ones who don’t just wear the title like a name tag.