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P.J. O’Rourke has been called “the funniest writer alive” by the Wall Street Journal—a very funny publication indeed. And funny he is, although perhaps he was more so when he labored at National Lampoon during, and after, its final golden years. O’Rourke’s abandonment of the sinking hulk of “the Revolution” just in time to thumb a ride on the Good Ship Reagan lends credence to the unflattering portrait painted of him by co-workers in several books about Lampoon, though sour grapes must also be considered; O’Rourke has forged an enviably prosperous career as the house wit of the conservative intelligentsia—where “wit” means cleverly mocking your inferiors. His new book, Eat the Rich, is subtitled A Treatise on Economics, which means it’s really a loud nose-thumbing at those pitiful foreigners who refuse to be as successful as we God-blessed Americans. The mean and funny Mr. O’Rourke preaches to the choir at 5 p.m. at the Cato Institute, 1000 Massachussetts Ave. NW. Free. (202) 789-5229. (Dave Nuttycombe)