I’m usually not at all political on this blog, but…
This election coverage is making me a bit batty. Chris Matthews is like a Fred Willard character in a Christopher Guest film. Occasionally, I’ll catch Keith Olbermann with an ever-so-brief “WTF are you talking about, Matthews?” look on his face.
And the way they’re treating Tom Brokaw. “Let’s go see what Tom Brokaw has to say”. They’re treating him like Grandpa at Thanksgiving dinner. Grand-daddy has something to say. Give him a minute or so, then we’ll continue our inane discussion. He’s Tom Freaking Brokaw. Stop interrupting him. For the love of Pete, he’s been covering elections since Kennedy, he might have more than 60 seconds worth of insight. What “Grandpa” has to say is vastly more interesting than the “analysis” drivel that continues to ooze out of Matthews and friends. In fact…Matthews, get up. Get out of here. Give Brokaw your chair. Olbermann, you can stay. But don’t talk. Just listen. Take notes.
As I write this the current democratic returns are 39% to Clinton and 37% to Obama. I’m sorry, 39% to 37% is far from a “decisive victory” or a “sweeping upset”. The only thing decisive about those numbers is that one of them will be the Democratic nominee. We’ll see what happens in the coming weeks and months. I know who I want it to be. I can’t say it any better than Zadi just Twittered: “When given the choice, I think I choose passion over experience. In passion, isn’t there truth, inspiration, and heart?“
Not only should Matthews get up and give Browkaw his chair, he should keep walking until he’s on the set of “The Greatest Loser”. Dude has always needed to get rid of a few pounds. To bloviate does not require one to be bloated.