Keith Olbermann Overload

For eight years I waited patiently for the day when the word “Bush” would no longer pour from my television speakers like so much bad feedback.

And as the fall leaves of November ushered in a new era in American politics, I slept soundly in the knowledge that afternoon and early evening talk TV would soon be “Bush-free tee-vee,” a place where I could luxuriously indulge in stories of health care reform, economic rebuilding, and improvements in American education.

Sure, I knew Jeb was out there waiting for the day when he can bring back the Bush. But that was a problem for another time. For the next four years, the coast was clear and I was humbly grateful for my good fortune.

Life can be so full of disappointments.

On MSNBC, that Bill-O bashing bastion of broadcasting, the message doesn’t seem to be sinking in. Guys…he’s gone. Move on already.

With the exception of Morning Joe and Chris Matthews, nobody on liberal-tv seems to know how to fill an hour of television without bringing back the Bush. Still, I kept thinking it had to end soon. After all, it s only been a few months and withdrawal is a bitch.

But when Keith Olbermann spent God knows how many minutes last week trashing Bush for the sin of giving a private speech in Canada, I had to accept the truth. It is never going to end.

The flaw in the format was too much for me to ignore. Olbermann just doesn’t work unless he has a Bush to take to task. The man just can’t let go.

I try to bring balance to my viewing of imbalanced TV. I’ll check out Fox News almost as much as MSNBC. And I can tell you that there’s no Bush being bantered about on Fox. Of course, why would they?

Keith…dude…you’re a funny guy. But none of us really need to dwell in the past. Either find someone else to trash (keeping in mind that the O’Reilly thing is pretty worn out) or find the joy in discussing the real issues of the day.

And if it just isn’t going to happen, why not give the time period back to Chris Matthews? While he may be a little too in love with the sound of his own voice, at least he’s living in the present.

Sorry, pal. But it feels like day number 5000 and I’m… mmmmbuuussshed!

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