Monday, June 23, 2008

Philosophy

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Saturday, June 14, 2008

Sunday Morning

June 14, 2008

In my house, Sunday Morning always started with basically the same conversation.

"Mom, can I watch cartoons/play video games/watch a movie?"
"Later, honey, I'm watching "Meet The Press"" Or if I was feeling humorous "Press The Meat".

Yeah, I know. I'm a hoot.

I don't claim to be any kind of journalist, as some of my blogging cohorts do. I've always been a loudmouthed housewife. But I know class when I see it.

Tim Russert was class.

I watched him on TV for years, and never knew his political leanings. He was true neutral when asking our leaders, and wannabe leaders, everything I wanted to know. No partisan spin, just the facts.

I loved watching him covering the election campaigns, and watched no other network. He was on fire, and seemed to love every minute of it.

I loved "Meet The Press", because I felt like he was there asking the questions I would have asked, had I been smart enough to think of them. Many a show, I would listen and go, "Oh, yeah!". Why didn't I think of that? And as serious as it ever got, there was always a joy, and a sense of humor. Politics was taken seriously, but he never seemed to take himself too seriously. He was never one of those pontificating blowhards bringing the truth down from the mountain. He was us, only faster and smarter.

I love politics, and all the annoying discussions and details that drive my family nuts. Watching a guy dive into the process with such joy was a treat.

I spent yesterday watching grown men cry on TV, over the loss of a friend. My heart is a little broken too. And I regret losing the opportunity to continue teaching my son the civics lesson of American politics, with Tim Russert as our guide.

I guess Sunday mornings will belong to SpongeBob.
Good rest, and bright blessings Mr. Russert. And thank you. Good night and good luck...stimp