Monday, September 11, 2006

Dear Tim Russert,

I know we don't always agree, but I like your work. Meet The Press makes me feel many different things, most of them good. Your interview program and news work are usually satisfying, so I'm not sure why you take it so hard from various critics of news programming. You can't do everything, can you? These people are vultures! Forget a few questions-- and shazam!-- You're a Bush-administration-loving burner of the constitution.

Settle down, people. Did you see MTP this past Sunday? Even I felt like a very reasonable, albeit vampiric, V.P. Cheney was somehow making sense of their political and international blunders. You did really well! Dick Cheney is terrifying! He was totally trying to hypnotize you, but you survived! It's a good thing, too, because your wife would be sad to discover your bloodless body in an alley behind the D.C. Morton's.

The coup de grace was at the interview's end, when a tired joke about hunting transformed the studio atmosphere from mildly tense into bare-toothed glee at your mutual animosity.

It's true, after all-- you're not in season.

Helluva job,
The D.L.

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