Could the Post possibly grow up? Will the killjoys not stop until they have drained every last ounce of fun from public discourse?

High level executive branch service is demanding, stressful work, carried out over very long hours for comparatively little money. The things people remember most fondly about it are the laughs and the camaraderie. Attempts at humor amid dealing with serious stuff are a fact of life that saves people from the burn-out asylum. And is there just a teensy-weensy chance that the same may be true in the dialogue between, oh, I don’t know, say, U.S. senators and their staffs? Or even in the newsroom over there at the Post? (Y’know, like, “Hey, Dana, why did the Bush cross the road? …”)

And it’s a sad testament to what’s become of the feminist movement to see it go ga-ga over something so moronic. The reaction of most people to Roberts’ crack, if they are being honest rather than PC slaves, will be that he was aiming at lawyers, not women. (Lawyers, you should understand, tell the world’s most vicious lawyer jokes – especially to each other.) Remember the scene in Jurassic Park where the dinosaur devours the lawyer … and everyone sitting in the theater with you cheered? That’s the sentiment Roberts was appealing to.