It would have been a very interesting experience for you if you had accepted the Burger King's invite craigd. You certainly would need a backround check and security clearance before arriving because of all of the important politicians and dignitaries who also trek there to seek King's wise counsel.
Just think, you might get to meet the Canadian PM, the Castro Brothers, the Queen, and even BO. Why, it wouldn't surprise me a bit if those stories about JFK and Elvis still being alive weren't true, and they were all just hangin' out at King's place, drinking his award winning wine that was actually made by someone else.
Hell, you might even meet some little Green Men who were survivors of the Roswell, NM UFO crash. Being Greens, they are probably Liberal Illegal Aliens from outer space who were trying to escape discrimination from the other extraterrestrials, and would naturally go to King for advice and protection.
If you'd go, you could show King how to scan all of those photos of him having lunch with Jackie Kennedy or 'rasslin with MLK, and then post them here for us to admire. Why, I'll bet you'd stand a good chance of meeting Brian Williams there when he came to seek out advice on the correct way to tell lies so that he could return to NBC. Maybe you could even get some free lessons from the Master himself: Proper delivery of the Lie, Use of resume enhancement to gain credibility, The Dance of the Gnomoron, Changing the subject, Proper use of unnamed Catholic Clerics as witnesses, and Pretending to ignore anyone who harps on your serial Lies, Bullshit, and support for anti-gun politicians. Upon completion of the course, you would get a B.S. (BULLSHIT) Degree from The Socialist People's School.
If I were you, I'd go. It could be the experience of a lifetime. Just keep your head down like Hillary Clinton if you find yourself under fire. It's routine for King, but you may find it unsettling at first. All in a day's work for a bloviating Liberal Journalist. I'm jealous that I wasn't invited. Maybe you could put in a good word for me. At least you would know for certain that his feet weren't in the vino.
