Wonk'd Exclusive: Top White House Adviser Enjoys Ruthless Stereotyping of Real Americans by Godless Hollywood Elite, Artificial Butter Flavoring
I spent a very special night with Karl Rove at "Talladega Nights" Sunday evening at the Georgetown AMC. He was with a young guy, probably a family member.
Apparently his average Joe moviegoer casual wear successfully camouflaged the smell of turd, since nobody seemed to recognize him. I snapped a poor photo with my phone at the concession stand, but you can tell its him by the distinctly evil balding pattern.
Scooter Libby, meanwhile was spotted trying to get a senior discount to a matinée showing of My Super Ex-Girlfriend.