I should mention that I used to be a fan of Keith Olbermann before I started. It goes without saying that I was a progressive in the past and enjoyed Rachel Maddow. To Olbermann’s credit, however, during my time in radio, we ran a short piece known as “Keith Olbermann’s Extra Point.” I think he made some insightful observations on the sports landscape at the time.
That was, of course, before he turned into the online equivalent of Cat Lady from The Simpsons, yapping his savage heart out over the world’s foundations from his flat.
I think that the poor guy may have broken after MSNBC fired him. Perhaps he needs some more pets. Falling from such heights, after all, leaves you fighting a losing battle to be relevant, since most people have to Google your last name to find out if it’s written with a letter or two or to remember who you are.
Monday morning saw the Master of the Optical Urinalysis hard at work, maybe trying to make up for the “Bloodbathgate” incident from the previous weekend and show his supporters that he is still capable of using a computer. It may have been too much for him to handle the tsunami of increasing breakdowns, and he wanted him to feel that wonderful, beautiful fury. Thus, while his old colleagues were gloating about what a monster Trump was for discussing the car sector using a colorful metaphor, Olbermann was on X, fervently hoping for Trump’s premature death at the hands of an assassin. Olbermann was unable to resist sharing some ridiculous content from the Biden-Harris campaign.
Yes, Keith. I really looked up to you when I was a young puppy seeking to get into the sportswriting world. Sort of. Kind of. I know you would probably spit in my eye if we met today—at least, I hope that’s all you would do—but come on, man. I have to admit, as a former Lefty, this makes me feel really depressed.
“Pardon the Interruption” on ESPN may be hiring. To unwind after work, I would consume a few pale ales and a basket of chicken wings while watching that program. After a few drinks, I might even be able to listen to Olbermann. Someone has to report on curling, cup-stacking, and the National Cornhole Finals, after all.
Keith was, if anything, a bit late for the celebration. After none other than Elon Musk brought him to school, Joe Scarborough—who has so many sticks in his ass that it’s a miracle he can do his show sitting down—had to take down his outburst over Trump’s “bloodbath” remark.
As far as it goes, that’s good schadenfreude. But remember that these two instances show how insane the Left can be. Scarborough felt compelled to distort Trump’s casual comment on the auto sector to the extent of nearly breaking the Mann Act because of his intense emotional response to it. All poor Keith could do then was raise the stakes. Two distinct accounts of the truth are evident. Which one, you ask? Is a piñata filled with Purina Cat Chow from yesterday?
Author: Blake Ambrosembrose
