Most of y'all know how I feel about Matt Lauer, but the reason I feel that way - you know that they hired him for his great hair, and then when he lost that, they felt obligated to keep him around, and so SOMEONE MUST HAVE then coached him to get more sound clips than the people he's actually interviewing - is because I am a Journalism major. And then NBC hired Kathy Lee Gifford. Apparently NBC Executive positions are being taken over by meteorologists, i.e. destined and totally okay with failure.
It's a wonder I even watch NBC since Friends is over and all. But the only thing that keeps me coming back, is the only journalist on the planet that's any good. That does a real interview, that listens to the answers, that leads by his actions. The last and only great journalist has died, Mr. Tim Russert - of a sudden heart attack. I am absolutely devastated by this- enought that it's taken me two weeks to articulate a post. America is too. Including all the ego-mongrel "journalists" out there now. Those dorks should be ashamed because they too are now grieving, "they knew him, they loved him. he taught them so much"
Really? Because you're still an asshole with great hair, and now, we have nothing. Absolutley nothing. We have not one journalist that is honest, raw, fair and correct. I for one, liked his almost-messy hair. It spoke bounds about his actions, really. It really is a loss for America.
It's a little too close to home for me as well, for his son - Luke Russert. This month, is the 3rd anniversary of my dad's death, and the 1st anniversary of a dear friend of our family's death, both from heart attacks.
So, Luke Russert, I'll tell you all this:From one devastated child who lost their dad suddenly to a heart attack and didn't get to say goodbye- to another. I'm so deeply sorry for your loss and all of the private grief you will experience. I had the luxury of privacy. You've got the media covering everything your dad did. You've handled yourself in public with amazing poise. That there is no doubt in your heart that your dad loved you, was so proud of you, that will help bounds. Know that the pain never quite goes away. It still takes my breath away three years later. And as close as you and your father were, you'll find a wholly awesome bond with him now, that is indescribable.
That's how I roll.
