You had two tickets. You arrived as a part of a party of three at the White House CorrespondentÂ’s Dinner, and threw a tantrum over the matter. My favorite line of the night? This one, uttered regarding the security guard dispatched to deal with her attempted crashing of the party.

‘Does he even know who the f— I am?’

Maybe he did, Megan, and maybe he didnÂ’t. But I think I speak for an awful lot of Americans when I say that he probably didnÂ’t care. I know that I sure donÂ’t.

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