The White House press corps on Saturday held its annual celebration of itself, cramming 2,500 nattering narcissists into a Washington, D.C., hotel ballroom to eat overcooked filet mignon and fret about the fate of the First Amendment.

Olivier Knox, president of the White House Correspondents’ Association, which throws the increasingly debauched party, was in high dudgeon over the state of America’s media under the horror that is President Trump.

“I don’t want to dwell on the president,” Knox said in a speech, to much applause from the audience of fakes and phonies, charlatans and mountebanks. “This is not his dinner. It’s ours.”

Then Knox (whom this writer has known for more than a decade as a solid journalist and a great father) got personal.

“In nearly 23 years as a reporter, I’ve been physically assaulted by Republicans and Democrats, spat on, shoved, had crap thrown at me. And there was…