- It struck me this morning that Rachel Maddow is like an exact photographic negative of Rush Limbaugh, rotated about the political axis. The same smugness, auto-back-patting, and "Can you believe those morons on the other side?" schtick. It would not at all surprise me to find that she was consciously aping him. It's obviously a successful business model.
- You know that line from Cool Hand Luke? The one that goes "There's some men you just can't reach"? Yeah. I think it would be, not only pointless, but actually impossible for me to talk politics or economics or much of anything other than sports, food, or the weather with Rachel. Actually, given my favorite sports and our mutually incompatible beliefs about whether the weather is being actively sabotaged by Republicans or not, we'd have to stick to food.
- The new dude seems like a nice guy. Definitely, however, a member of that tribe of h. saps that is, like a Prius, incapable of venturing off pavement. Contrasting these docile, soft and toothless creatures with what you'd find in a deer camp or foxhole, I fear that speciation is well underway.
- The panel on the new guy's show, three liberals and a token metrocon from National Review Online, and I could all agree on one thing: WTF, GOP? SRSLY, WTF?
"Why do you watch this stuff, Tam?" Because I don't generally watch network news and I spend my days on the internet in a political echo chamber. I don't want to wind up as cluelessly insulated as Pauline Kael.