I just found out that Tim Russert died suddenly of a massive heart attack. He was only 58 years old.
I am in shock over this one. I know this blog covers the light-hearted, the melancholy, and of course, the slightly ridiculous, but I’d like to take a moment to acknowledge one of the few people left in television journalism whose words actually meant something to me.
Every Sunday morning, without fail, David and I curl up with the paper and turn on our shows – with the highlight being “Meet the Press.” We tuned in because we liked the guests featured, for the latest political opinions – and most importantly, to hear Russert ask the questions few others seemed to ask anymore. Even more crucial, he was smart enough to ask the follow-ups and keep asking them until he got to the kernel of truth in the otherwise vast quagmire of bullshit.
Since I live in the DC area, I can only imagine there will be a bevvy of tributes more eloquently stated than this one, but I just wanted to say my peace.
No mix for this one, kids. It just doesn’t feel appropriate.
Mix Tape Therapy 