Unfit to Print: ALL DRESSED UP WITH NOWHERE TO GO DURING THE WHCD SHOOTING
My husband and I were in an Uber headed to the White House
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What a crazy weekend. Let’s get into what happened at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner.
ALL DRESSED UP WITH NOWHERE TO GO DURING THE WHCD SHOOTING
When President Donald Trump attended his first White House Correspondents’ Dinner as president on Saturday night, media predictions were focused on how hard Trump would roast his foils in the press — and how the press would respond.
No one anticipated that DC’s so-called “Nerd Prom” would end with shots fired in the lobby of the hotel as a gunman rushed past security in search of Trump administration officials to kill.
It was just after 8:30 PM when dinner attendees heard loud pops and the Secret Service ushered the president and his cabinet off the stage. Early reports of what exactly happened were filtered through short video clips uploaded to X from journalists hiding under tables and eyewitness accounts shared over cellphones with spotty service.
Eventually, we learned the suspect shot a Secret Service agent in the chest plate before being taken into custody.
Cole Allen, a teacher from Torrance, California, ran through magnetometers at the security perimeter with a shotgun, pistol, and several knives. He had booked a room at the Washington Hilton the day prior to the event.
Allen reportedly sent a manifesto to his family shortly before attempting to take out Trump officials. In it, he called the president “a pedophile, rapist, and traitor,” adding, “I would still go through most everyone here to get to the targets if it were absolutely necessary (on the basis that most people *chose* to attend a speech by a pedophile, rapist, and traitor, and are thus complicit) but I really hope it doesn’t come to that.”
Allen also had a BlueSky account where he referred to Trump as a “sociopathic mob boss” and a “known traitor.”
The alleged gunman’s vendetta against the president led to the dinner ending in chaos: some journalists swiping bottles of wine off tables, others sprinting to the White House for a presser with Trump in the briefing room, and Erika Kirk leaving the venue sobbing — just about six months after her husband was assassinated on a live stream.
And about 30 minutes after the shots rang out, my husband and I were in an Uber headed downtown…
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