It’s no secret that I am not a fan of Jay Leno, so imagine the pleasure I took in watching the President of the United States bitch slap Leno right to his face. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t a bitch slap, but we all know that old saying about their being a hint of truth in every jest.

I find myself wanting to interview the President now and ask him obscure questions about which late night TV shows he prefers when he and the First Lady are curled up in bed after a long day in the oval office. Is a he a fan of Conan, or does he prefer Letterman? I like Obama, so I will lie to myself and pretend that Leno was only seated at the dinner because of some secret government obligation to NBC, and not because Obama actually likes him.

I’m awful, I know. What did Jay Leno ever do to me? How can I possibly take his grand theft Tonight Show maneuver personally? It hurt my funny bone.

I don’t have the answers. I just know what I do and don’t like. I do like Conan O’Brien. I do not like Jay Leno. I also like watching the President dis Leno right to his face.