Memories are odd things. Some are good, some bad, and many are mixed.
Memory is also convenient. It is the great equalizer. Your memories of truly incredible times (one time events, sexual explorations, birthday parties, a really good acid trip) tend to cloud over time, even become forgotten. That is healthy, because if every following event were forced to measure up to the glee, the elated emotional impact of that great event, you'd soon be depressed. Nothing could ever measure up.
With horrible events, memory is just as convenient, and just as healthy. Again, reliving the horror of death, destruction, illness, loss of a love one - these would be totally demoralizing and painful, perhaps, too painful to endure. In these cases, memories are erased, or at least, clouded, dulled, even covered up over time. Mental health and balance require that both extremes fade with time.
FROM THE CHURCH OF INEFFABLE STUPIDITY:
Even though memories can and do fade, some sensory input can bring them back. In the cases of elation, it is a pleasant re-enactment. In the cases of horror, the term flashback may be more accurate. Even so-so memories can be brought back by certain stimuli. And therein lies Luke Russert.
Each and every time I see that smarmy, untalented, smug facae, oops, FACE, the first emotion I feel is "Oh effing no. Not again." The second is a question that forms, "How the hell can that walking disaster keep a job, with such little talent and such innate ineffable stupidity?" The third thought that quickly follows is to recall where I put the remote.
Today, this toad managed to insult every democratic woman, every person of age, and in particular, Minority leader Nancy Pelosi. His original question was bad enough, but he found that he had extra room in his mouth for his other foot, as well. His follow-up removed all doubt that he is a clue-less, talent-less, uneducated, unaware, mope who only got his job because his daddums worked hard at his.
I won't cite the video here (Talking Points Memo has it online), but jeez, louise, that is one clue-less moran.
Tim Russert was prepared, hard-working, diligent, and fair. People, regardless of political party, issue, or personal history, knew that he knew what he was talking about when he questioned them. He was never insulting, but he never shied away from tough issues. (the antithesis of David Gregory) His son Luke fell so far from the parental tree that one is forced to wonder whether he was hatched by a lobotomized Foo Bird, delivered to the Russert family on the Stupid Train, and given a pre-natal contract with MSNBC which guaranteed life-time employment, no matter how clueless he was on air.
As for memories, each and every time I see Luke Russert, I am also filled with regret. Tim had talent. His son has none. Seeing Luke just drives home how wide a spread there is between the two. I won't say that my memory of Tim is improved when I see his offsprung, but the feeling of regret sure remains strong.
Considering the depth of talent that MSNBC has been developing, it is scary that Luke continues to suffer from explosive oral diarrhea on air, and dare call it journalism. Come on MSNBC, grow a pair and put him in the mail room. For a decade, or so.
One more thing, the brilliance of Nancy Pelosi shone through in her response. Peppered with laughs (and guffaws from her on stage neighbors) she verbally reduced the Lukester to blathering, bobbing, buffoonish clown, and explained to him (in words short enough for even him to understand) why he was TV's biggest idiot.
After my loving brush with hackery (I again apologize to those who were offended. I DID NOT WRITE THAT DIARY. And thanks to those who understood what happened!), today I get to replace myself as today's sAIN'T.
For those not actively involved in the Church of Ineffable Stupidity, with the sAIN'T aWARD, we celebate humanity in all its errors and idiocy. Queen Sarah remains tied with W for the number of sAINThoods awarded. Congrats, Luke. Like other winners, you aren't smart enough to even know why you win it today.