Call Me Classless…
… but after returning from a bluegrass festival and seeing the outpouring of grief over Tim “Pumpkinhead” Russert and calls for civility, I’m wondering what the big deal is.
The guy was a classic example of the banality of evil, a fat backslapping bloviator who was probably a nice guy, but who was also Dick Cheney’s puppet, and involved to some extent in outing Valerie Plame (enough to resist testifying). The guy’s done his share of spreading right-wing bullshit and in my opinion, he was little more than a GOP water-carrier.
Let’s just say I’m not weeping many tears for Tim Russert. I’m not going to go out and dance naked through the streets, but so far as I’m concerned, it’s no big loss: the guy was a blight on the news and I won’t miss him on my TeeVee, and considering the guy was wealthy enough to vacation on Martha’s Vineyard I don’t think his wife and spawn will be hurting for income anytime soon.
He was a gasbag and now he’s a dead gasbag. Big fucking whoop. Who cares?
