Thanks to: Bill in Portland Maine
OK, I've been on the verge of this several times before; kept telling myself to let it go, forget about it. Last night was the last straw. I'm done with Chris Matthews.
Finito.
Tuesday night prior to the State of the Union coverage on MSNBC, he referred to the actor Jake Gyllenhaal as something like (forgot the exact verbal mutilation) "Gyllenberg" or "Gyllenwood". He tried to impress everybody with a gratuitous reference to his recent trip to Europe. And then of course during the SOTU commentary he just had to treat us all to his personal feelings about some of the president's remarks. (That's right, Tweetster. It's not about the future of the country. It's not even about the president. It's about you. It's always about you.)
Then last night on Hardball, he slipped in yet another gratuitous reference to a recent international trip, this one to China. He was even more aggressively intrusive than usual (if that's possible), posing a number of breathless questions to his guests...then jumping in to share his own thoughts - before the guests even got a chance to answer.
But for me, the point of no return came when the topic of Senator Elizabeth Warren came up in the panel discussion. Tweetman asked (and I quote):
"Well, what do you think about this going after Wall Street, and just whackin' it the way Elizabeth Warren (sic)? I mean, she doesn't just go to help the little people. She says let's screw the big people. I mean, that's a big part of her theme."
To their credit, both Joe Madison and David Corn immediately began to push back, so Tweety quickly retreated. But for me, the damage had already been done. I mean, these are Chuck Todd levels of MSM shilling for the Establishment that we're talking about here.
I can't take it anymore. Could this twit possibly be any more clueless, narcissistic or cranial-rectally challenged?
Update (1/30/2015): the other evening I had the television on, tuned to MSNBC, but really hadn't been listening to it. Sort of your "white noise in the background" kind of thing.
I'd lost track of time. 7:00 pm rolled around, and suddenly there it was: that oh-too-familiar high pitched whine; that high speed logorrhea; that continually out of breath, clipped delivery. Arrgh!
I hustled over to the television to change the channel, just as Tweety was saying to David Corn:
"Was that at that party the other night at Tucker Carlson's house? Yeah, I arrived there late and missed it".
Yeah, Tweet. We get it: You're one of the cool kids. You're an elite "journalist". You're on a first name basis with the other douchebag "journalists". You love to drop the names of members of Congress and Cabinet officers, so everybody can see how well-connected you are. You're a "Washington insider".
Congratulations. Now please go away.