Reading this has been the best guilty pleasure. They can’t get their crap together to host a large party that everyone knows about. There is no public service, no mingle with the little people, and no it’s for the kids mentality in the Trump White House. I’ve been waiting for this to fail.

The only good thing about this nightmare administration is that no pets have had to suffer having Dump’s greasy, tiny paw petting them for a photo op before being chained in the pantry.

Me too.

Sobbing, stop the timeline I want to get off.

They can’t even arrange a children’s party that gives them free good PR for an entire weekend.

My proudest moment was writing 3 essays - each 3000 words and on wildly different elective topics - between 4pm and 6am through one horrific dark night of the soul. And getting Firsts on all three.

In my alternative universe, President Hillary Clinton, daughter Chelsea, husband Marc, their kids have a great time laughing with kids while Trump tweets, “Crooked Hillary wasting tax payer money on stupid tradition. Why isn’t she being investigated for her e-mails? SAD!”

would probably draw about 20,000 people — substantially smaller than last year’s Easter Egg Roll, which drew 37,000

I feel like if this administration had a First Dog, it would have already starved to death after no one agreed who was in charge of feeding or walking it.

I will be heartbroken if there aren’t any reports of a despondent Easter rabbit wandering the grounds quietly muttering to himself “I’m the Governor of New Jersey for Christ’s sake”

My Wife has worked this event for the Obamas. There is no fucking way this administration will pull this off.

Or host your own egg roll and support the arts at the same time!

Faberge egg knock offs that are made in China. Which they will claim as being better.

When did Baghadad Bob start handling the easter egg hunt announcements?

I’ve been saying this for years. (My wife worked for NYC parks, and was in on some of his bids so I’m familiar with how he runs a business)

I miss Obama.

Oh for fucks sake.

I would not send my daughters to the WH to meet the president and look for eggs.

Jesus. This whole thing is less well-oiled machine, more greasy Olestra-induced fart.

This year’s Easter Bunny be like..........................................^