In Washington, those of us who either serve as political consultants or members of the media know a secret many Americans outside the beltway don't: Most days, "47" doesn't show up in the West Wing before 1pm. Probably because he spent the prior night incessantly posting on his ironically named social media platform. Once his sundowning subsides, he wakes up, watches television, conducts meandering phone interviews, and eats McDonald's -- all from the comfort of his bed.

As America celebrates its semiquincentennial, our "unequivocally" selfless Commander-in-Chief couldn't think of a more 'fabulous' way to celebrate his birthday, which coincides with Pride Month, than by having a bunch of sweaty, well sculpted, muscle men rolling around on the south lawn of the White House.

Former state legislator J. Basil Dannebohm provides an in-depth look at how demagogues leverage anti-intellectualism to erode democracy.

Whether or not Saturday's incident at the White House Correspondents Dinner was real or an elaborate orchestration is frankly irrelevant. The fat-cat demand, "change for me, but not for thee" should outrage all of us.