4/26/26: The Very Definition of a “Genius”

The word “genius” is used here in the most sarcastic sense, of course. Because I am not speaking of anyone who might actually fit that description: not an Albert Einstein, a Marilyn Vos Savant, or a Leonardo da Vinci.

Rather, I refer to a bona fide idiot named Dana White: high school troublemaker; college dropout; former bouncer, bellhop and boxer; now multi-millionaire president and CEO of the mixed martial arts organization known as Ultimate Fighting Championship (UFC); and good buddy of Donald Trump.

Dana White and Friend

Why do I call him an idiot? Because last night . . . as an invited guest at the annual White House Correspondents’ Dinner at the Washington Hilton Hotel . . . when all hell broke loose as a shooter shot his way through a security checkpoint in an apparent attempt to kill members of the Trump administration . . . and as Secret Service and other law enforcement officers were ordering the 2,000+ attendees to get under the tables . . . Dana White stood his ground.

Not to confront the gunman, who never actually got as far as the ballroom where the event was being held. Oh, no . . . he was, by his own admission, an enthusiastic spectator, later telling reporters:

“All of a sudden, it just started getting noisy. Tables getting flipped over, guys running in with guns and they were screaming ‘Get down!’ I didn’t get down — it was fucking awesome. I literally took every minute of it in. It was a pretty crazy, unique experience . . . I thought the shooter was over by us or something.” [The Guardian, April 26, 2026.]

Right — it was “awesome” that yet another mentally-disturbed individual with access to deadly weapons had had all he could take of the world’s mayhem, and decided to try to put a stop to it.

“Awesome” that any number of those 2,000 people might have lost their lives last night.

“Awesome” that this is now the world we live in.

Soulmates

But to someone with the limited mental capacity and the total lack of empathy of Dana White, it is somehow “f*cking awesome,” simply because he is alive today, uninjured (thanks to law enforcement officers’ quick response), and still planning the scheduled UFC event at the White House on June 14th — supposedly to mark the United States’ 250th anniversary, but “coincidentally” on Donald Trump’s 80th birthday. (By the way, I can’t help wondering how much that little patriotic event is going to cost taxpayers.)

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I am very relieved and happy that no one at that dinner was injured last night, and that the one officer who was shot was wearing a bullet-proof vest.

But I grieve for the fact that this is indeed the world we live in . . . a world where, as the old saying goes, the inmates are running the institution.


Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
4/26/26

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