I’ve always respected Brit Hume, and now I respect him much more. Brit knows that most people who appear on TV have nothing particularly new or interesting to say, and so it’s a great time to get in some shuteye.
Me, I routinely skip the Sunday news shows. All of them. In fact, I don’t watch much TV at all. Even if Obama is on. Goodness, especially if Obama is on.
If someone on the boob tube happens to say something important, I’ll read about it somewhere online. I surf the web voraciously for news. No use wasting time watching self-important prattling poobahs pontificate, sometimes for money.
Some of them are okay, I guess. It’s just not worth the investment of time to comb through the wreckage and find a body.
Me too. You’re welcome to turn me off if you see me on TV. Throw something at the TV if you like. Don’t break the TV, because you still need it for sports.
Okay, let me note, knowing how much I hate TV, I do try to say something original. Or at least steal the most interesting thought I can find from someone else. Doing TV is a real pain in the ass for me, because I prepare for it. I don’t just show up. So I’ll give myself a little bit of credit.
I do it to promote White House Dossier. The sound of my own voice really doesn’t make me dance. Nor does the sight of my fat face. I like writing.
Turn it off anyway. I’ll understand.
And Brit, thanks for doing something intelligent on TV.
Here’s Tucker Carlson doing the same thing last year. He was a pretty good sport about it.