Meet The Press this morning. Yeah...
I have seen, live on my television, the yammering mugs of David Gregory, John McCain, Bob Woodward, Barney Frank, and Hank Paulson, all before breakfast.
Robin Wright was looking particularly like Bride Of The Crypt Keeper this morning. I kept worrying she was going to devour Tom Friedman's soul before I remembered he didn't have one. It says something that the least loathsome person on that particular panel was the chief foreign affairs correspondent for NB-fricking-C.
Then, totally gratuitously, as if just to make sure I was completely off my feed, there was about three minutes of Gregory and the odious Chuck Todd giving each other tongue baths while chanting a hymn to the Dear Leader before the credits rolled.
I do this to myself to get blogfodder, but it would be equally inspiring and less objectionable to just... I don't know, hold my cheekbone to a running bench grinder or something.