In case you were wondering what the Greatest Journalist in the World, your pal Glenn Greenwald, was up to these days, I'll fill you in.
He can currently be found waaay out on the fringe, at the wingnut dive bar called Rumble, in a "studio" that screams "1994 Mail Boxes Etc. waiting room" sporting a haircut that they refer to as "The Full Gump" at SuperCuts...just blathering endlessly (using adjectives he had already drained of all meaning back in 2009) about the authoritarian, lockstep, jackbooted Democrats led by the nefarious AOC and their struggle to the death with the diverse, noble, tolerant and broad-minded Republican party.
Having lost all credibility with most of the credulous Liberals who once admired him even as he made absolute dupes of them...and having been drummed out of the media company he created because he could not keep the hysterical/crazy out his writing, to hang onto the spotlight -- any spotlight -- Spleenwald finally glommed into the last and lowest available rung at the (pardon the mixed metaphor) bottom of the cable news barrel: Tucker Carlson's frequent sidekick and useful "Liberal" idiot.
And now Tucker Carlson -- Lex Luthor to Spleenwald's Otis --
-- is no more.
And I will admit that today I took some, unhealthy pleasure in watching him, sitting behind his lil' pretend journalist Rumble desk, giving off the same dumbstruck, "But Who's My Daddy Now?" vibe that Clarence Thomas reeked of after Scalia croaked, while trying to turn his complete ignorance of WTF just happened to his Fox News sugar daddy into some kind of informed speculation...and then trying to weave that mop of gelatinous verbal mess in with his same, tired authoritarian-lockstep-jackbooted-Democrats-nefarious-AOC tirade that was, itself, clearly on autopilot.
Twas glorious.
And whatever else one can say about the long, smug, dishonest, narcissistic and thoroughly assholish road Spleenwald traveled to reach this hour of his greatest need, one can definitely say that he brought all of it entirely on himself.
Selah.
6 comments:
//And I will admit that today I took some, unhealthy pleasure in watching him, sitting behind his lil' pretend journalist Rumble desk,//
Sure, but where's the real journalists desk?
Good morning, Mr. Glass.
Oh no. I didn't even think of how Mr. Greenwald felt about this whole thing. Well, that's at most another five minutes of the podcast down. Though likelier two minutes max.
Best to you and your loved ones.
I looked on Youtube to see some kind of reaction from Mr. Greenwald about this. My choice was between a 43-minute-long Hal Sparks show (I'm not THAT curious, no offense to Mr. Sparks) or a shorter video with Megan Kelly...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QN1bp7jSBY0
The short version: who are you going to believe about what kind of man Tucker Carlson was, us or your lying eyes and ears?
Also, at 7:45, your beloved might enjoy learning that Megan Kelly is an independent (or at least WAS during her time at Fox? Not clear on where she claims to be now).
Is Greenwald relative outside of of his 4CHAM 2 percent followers?
It is not like I was surprised that Greenwald wasn't arrested with Sloppy Steve on that Chinese billionaire's yacht.
To get clicks perhaps Greenwald and Roger Stone can get together for an on line Séance And conjure up the the spirit of Adolph Hitler's wife's cousin Id.
Gene Hackman is a funny guy. I wish we could take 1978 Gene Hackman and have him play 2023 Tucker in a rise n'fall movie. Call it Molotov Foxhole or something. Oh man, it's making me laugh thinking how Hackman could play him...!
Glenn Fucking Greenwald is to accurate information and investigative journalism as Jared Kushner is to international diplomacy, and anyone who actually believes or attaches any importance to his simpering rantings is not one who should be allowed anywhere near sharp objects, toasters, heavy machinery, hand weapons, explody things or the human reproductive cycle.
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