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We Have Come Together To Remember Me

imageBernie Goldberg (Bias, Some Other Shitty Book About Al Franken) writes about his fondest memory of Tim Russert...which is actually one of his fondest memories of himself that happens to involve Tim Russert.

No, what made Tim Russert different, and better, I think was his willingness to listen to—and take seriously—criticism about his own profession. He was willing, for example, to keep an open mind about a hot-button issue like media bias—an issue that so many of his colleagues dismiss as the delusions of right-wing media haters. (Trust me on this one, I worked at CBS News for 28 years and know Dan Rather personally.)

What I remember best about Tim Russert was how he regarded me; the way he noticed my deep, soulful eyes, my cleft chin, my firm-yet-unclenched buttocks.  I was part of what made him a great man.

He had me on his CNBC interview show, and we talked about bias for a full hour. He had me on his show two other times. About five years ago, we turned the tables and I interviewed him for a book I was writing on the arrogance that I believe pervades too much of American journalism.

One time, I saw Russert at Quizno’s.  I love Quizno’s.  They make my favorite sandwiches.  What struck me that day was that Russert ordered my favorite sandwich - my favorite sandwich! - and ate it, just like I did.  That reaffirmed something I always knew about myself, that I eat the sandwiches of great men, adorned with the sauce of kings.

His many friends in journalism—the ones who spend their lives inside that comfortable, elitist bubble—would do well to take those words to heart. Facing up to their biases and making a conscious effort to get rid of what Tim called “preferred positions” on important social issues (for abortion and against guns, for example) would be a lasting tribute to Tim.

And all you turkey-eating cocksuckers better recognize - Tim Russert loved my fucking sandwich.  Like a goddamn baby loves his ba-ba.

See James Wolcott for more.

 

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Posted by Jesse Taylor on 05:00 PM • (11) Comments

And all you turkey-eating cocksuckers better recognize - Tim Russert loved my fucking sandwich.  Like a goddamn baby loves his ba-ba.

Mmmm. Turkey cock. *drool*

Comment #1: MAJeff, the God of Biscuits  on  06/18  at  05:17 PM

Damn, you’re funny.

Comment #2: DBK  on  06/18  at  05:20 PM

Like the old joke about the actress:  “But enough about me.  What did you think of my performance?”

Comment #3: TomHilton  on  06/18  at  05:23 PM

You are so awesome.

Comment #4: wemblee  on  06/18  at  05:24 PM

Not often does a post make me laugh out loud.  One of my fondest memories of you, Jesse, is when I was in my office laughing.  I bet you even like the veggie sandwich at Quizno’s.  I certainly do.

Comment #5: GumbyAnne  on  06/18  at  05:29 PM

Goddamn, but I do love the sauce of kings… wait; that didn’t come out right…

Comment #6: alcoolworld  on  06/18  at  05:38 PM

I now wish to see those interviews to see if Russert actually seems to believe his ideas about bias; or if he was just well-mannered in letting him talk and defend.

Comment #7: Samantha Vimes  on  06/18  at  05:43 PM

What I remember best about Tim Russert was how he regarded me; the way he noticed my deep, soulful eyes, my cleft chin, my firm-yet-unclenched buttocks.  I was part of what made him a great man…One time, I saw Russert at Quizno’s.  I love Quizno’s.  They make my favorite sandwiches.  What struck me that day was that Russert ordered my favorite sandwich - my favorite sandwich! - and ate it, just like I did.  That reaffirmed something I always knew about myself, that I eat the sandwiches of great men, adorned with the sauce of kings.

Great stuff, Mr. Taylor, but there’s just one problem.  From now on I’m never going to be able to believe that Bernie Goldberg wrote Bernie Goldberg’s books.  From now on I’m going to have to believe that you wrote Bernie Goldberg’s books.

Comment #8: bekabot  on  06/18  at  06:04 PM

As I’ve posted elsewhere, the very concept that 99% of the Tim Russert eulogies begin with “He was SUCH a devout Catholic! He was SO devoted to his wife and son!” proves how successful Bernie Goldberg’s been at perpetuating the myth that Beltway journos are INHERENTLY anti-God, anti-family and anti-American. Only a nation brainwashed 24/7 into ghettoizing reporters as The Other would be surprised to realize that journalists indeed go to church and honor their marriage vows and discipline their kids.

Comment #9: AndrewJ  on  06/18  at  10:11 PM

See also, Mike Barnicle - disgraced column fabrication expert, formerly of The Boston Glob.

Comment #10: Ms Kate  on  06/18  at  11:24 PM

What is wrong with these right-wing assholes anyway? First Ann Coulter uses a memorial column about her own father to gratuitously insult John Edwards, and now this guy just can’t resist throwing in a slam on Dan Rather. Who are the vulgarians here? You can bet that Dan Rather would never use the occasion of a colleague’s death to feed totally unrelated personal feuds. But for this Goldberg asshole, death is just another opportunity to pick on liberals. Talk about lack of class.

Comment #11: sophronia  on  06/19  at  03:42 AM
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