Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Okay, so I'm sitting here working and I've got MSNBC on in the background. Given that it's six o'clock and therefore time for The Cenk Uygur Mush-Mouth Hour, I was ready to get up and change the channel when what I saw made me freeze in my tracks and made my jaw drop.
I think I remember hearing something about the Reverend Al Sharpton being given a fill-in gig on MS, but I figured it must've been the result of some absurdist, feverish dream I had after eating Mexican food too close to bedtime.
Al Sharpton. As an anchor on an NBC property. Al fucking Sharpton.
I've now been sitting here watching it in disbelief and I'm hoping that somebody can at least tell me that this is Sharpton's first night on-air in an official capacity, because what I'm seeing and hearing at the moment -- the incoherent shouting, the inability to complete a thought, the jarring pauses and painfully amateurish moments of dead-air -- leaves me thinking that there's simply no way in hell that the largest media organization in the world would allow an embarrassing, unmitigated disaster like this to happen twice.
This preening, pompous ass shouldn't have been given the reins of a show to begin with, but if NBC has anything approaching a specimen cup full of credibility left -- and call me crazy, I know -- it'll pull him off the air as quickly as possible. It's one thing to have made a conscious decision to lean progressive -- it's another thing entirely to try to play to that demographic's dumbest common denominator by surrendering its air to the left's most shameless, carnival-barking boob.