In the midst of some boilerplate crap about Tim Russert (he faced down mean 'ol Ross Perot!) we get a true Inside-the-Beltway gem. I honestly thought this was a joke:
But as soon as the camera lights went off at 10 a.m. on Sunday, he relaxed. Ali, the NBC butler, brought out the platters of shrimp and glasses of juice, and the reporters who had been on the roundtable (and sometimes the last interviewee) would join Tim and executive producer Betsy Fischer for a lengthy exchange of political gossip. When a birthday or anniversary was imminent, there would be cake. And at Christmas, a brass ensemble would play carols.
And then Mr. Fezziwig would break out the mulled wine. And all the slaves on the NBC plantation would commence picturesque dancin', while Betsy, Tim, Dave and the gang caught up on the latest gossip.
Meanwhile, there are 4000+ American dead in Iraq.
Let them eat cake indeed.