One thing that will never fail to boggle me is the outpouring of kind words for someone who died, even if they did most people no good at all. I am not a fan of Tim Russert, and I never was.
I don't wish further depression and despair upon his loved ones ... I've lost family members too. I know how that's like the world ending on you. Because, it kind of is.
But for some reason, speaking up about what this man's worth was is considered evil and "dancing on his grave".
Well, step back. I'm going to gravedance just a bit, then.
This week Tim Russert gakked his last quite suddenly on the floor of NBC's Washington Bureau, and the lachrymose comments immediately went into overdrive about how "beloved", "powerful", "connected", and "fair" he was.
When John McCain calls someone fair, you know that maybe he wasn't. Everyone else remembers a man who was insightful and keen. I remember a commentator who lobbed softballs at republicans and hardballs at Democrats. If you weren't part of the inside the Beltway, Federal City cocktail crowd, this man was not your friend. Just like the rest of the chattering classes these days, he was more interested in the influence he held than in any power he had to change the world for good with his high pulpit. Just like the rest of the Washington press class, he was satisfied in himself, and pleased with the power he wielded.
Just like the rest of the chattering class, when he could have made a difference, he stood by and let republicans have the store. As long as he had influence there was nothing wrong in his world, regardless of what was wrong in yours. And what was wrong in yours was at least abetted by what he did ... and didn't do. So much power for good, and it was wasted.
Need I remind anyone here that it's a well-known open secret that the VP considered Meet the Press the best channel for control of their message?
Another journal keeper here, 'greenman3610', said it most eloquently:
Russert became a hollow caricature of the hard hitting journalist, by
knowing exactly how far to go in any encounter, with a keen
eye for just which players in the power structure could be challenged,
exactly how much he could pretend to challenge them, and above all,
those lines that must never be crossed.
By following these rules, he defined the modern millionaire
media star journalist -less the hard bitten investigator, and
more the courtier in the palace - laughing the loudest at the president's
jokes about missing WMD - making sure always to
be one of the in crowd, the coolest kids in school, and making his program the place to go
for an administration that wanted "message control", - saying in
a moment of candor, "principles are for paupers.." --
the tenet he lived by to the end.
Truer words were never spoken. Honor the man if you must, but don't ignore the damage he and his sort did to our lives as Americans.
Mourn Tim Russert if you want.
I prefer not to.