Verily I say unto you

by flory

I must confess, I made a point of avoiding, to the extent possible, the lamentations and beating of breasts that accompanied the departure of Tim Russert from this earthly vale. Or something.

Because after all....he was nothing but a pumpkinheaded narcissist who made a shitload of money parading his proximity to the great and powerful. And bloviating about it on Sunday mornings.

And I gotta say, I really wish I had managed to forever and a day miss this: (via the inestimable Wolcott):

I think Tim Russert had become for Quinn, and for many of his colleagues, the very face of Christ - the only Christ they had ever seen. And now all they knew of Christ has been taken from them.

Whaaa? He's not merely a saint? He's the very face of the christ?

Wonder what Pope Ratzi thinks? Goddamn peasant stealing the limelight.

(Added by Thers: Russ Christ, by watertiger)

Comments

[Steve-MD/DC]

Ooh, ooh, I see a new book and/or movie, The Saintly Ghost Who Haunts the Island Cottage.*

Sympathies for the genuine sorrow and loss felt by his family and friends, but geez, what a willing tool of Empire he was, to the detriment of us all.

(And thanks to Thers for adding that brilliantly created image by WT - cracks me the hell up, every time.)

*h/t Somerby

[shawn214]

Agreed, Steve-MD/DC. I expected the Villagers to engage in the perfunctary hagiography, but I was extremely surprised by the outpouring of Russtianity at Daily Kos, where he was derided at "Timmeh!" at least weekly before his death.
I am sure this says something Meta about the evolution of the large blogs, but fuck it....