Meet the Maker

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If its Friday, It’s a Massive Coronary
Backstabbing fat bastard Tim Russert has died of a heart attack at the age of 58, ironically enough on “take out the trash day” when politically unpleasant news gets dumped on an even more disinterested than usual populace. Russert, Buffalo’s favorite son and first cousin to Baltimore homicide detective Megan Russert, spent 17 years annoying politicians and pundits by asking direct questions until he got either an actual answer or enough rope with which to hang them later each Sunday morning as host of Meet the Press. He also eschewed fancy schmancy technology for the Electoral College Whiteboard, starting with Election Night 2000 when he showed how hard it was to count to 270. He was considered the definitive interviewer of the political process and scored the first U.S. solo interview with John Paul II. He also proved to be a big pansy coward, turning his back on long-time friend Don Imus, who had shamelessly and annoyingly plugged Russert’s book about his father, “Big Russ and Me,” after Imus questioned the follicular stylings of the Rutgers University women’s basketball team.