Well I could be wrong because I really don’t trust anything I get on the tubes. But today is Keith Olbermann’s Birthday. So let’s all sing a round of happy birthday to the only real journalist, and the scepter bearer of Edward R. Murrow.
Let us heap praise on the occasional DKos poster and Super TU who can nuke you with a single withering glance. (O please forgive me o beneficent one for my many typos)
But let us generally give a great Huzzza to the one who makes us laugh and think at the same time. What better way to make it sink in and laugh at the creeps at the same time.
Oh I won’t mention his age. I don’t want to end up with a bronze.
(sorry I know this is a short diary that violates the substansive clause but it is Sunday. What better day to forgive me)