I've been writing about the Sunday Morning Gasbag Cavalcade, on and off, for more than 16 years now.
And everything about them has gotten exponentially worse along exactly the same fucked-up same trajectory they were traveling 16 years ago:
So Downing Street? Nowhere to be found. Nowhere. Not a peep. Not a jot. Not a tittle.
Now maybe I just missed it.
Like you, I am easily distracted by shiny objects.
Like you, I have certain involuntary bodily functions – like shrieking at the teevee whenever Condi Rice (who works for Me and You!) just strolls right on past legitimate questions about the behavior of the Administration and hocks a loogey into its hair – and so might have been otherwise occupied when someone, somewhere in the Major Media on the morning that they devote exclusively to the pressing political issues of the day mentioned the most important story since The Pentagon Papers for a tenth of a second.
Like you, I’m just a humble mortal, not some kinda Justice League combo-platter Doctor, Senator and Man of God capable of making Magic Remote Diagnoses of people from a slip of video tape seen 800 miles away.
And, like you, I am also incapable of turning right around and putting on a Superhero-Strength display of Convenient Selective Amnesia Like Unto When a Cocoanut Hits Gilligan on the Head when it comes to remembering that I did what I said in front of cameras.
So I may have missed it...but I kinda doubt it
So today I'm just going to post Steve Marmel's excellent bit of Photoshoppery with sums up the ludicrous parody of news that the Sunday Shows have become...
Hey, Chuck Todd, I fixed it for you. pic.twitter.com/I8KuvyBtfM— Steve Marmel (@Marmel) September 27, 2021
Along with my own, modest upgrade: