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February 2, 2010

Block That Metaphor!

Commenting on conditions in the sewer under the basement where Keith Olbermann's "ratings" currently float MSNBC president Phil Griffin said he doesn't think it's a trend. Instead he described Olbermann thusly: "Keith has been our tentpole."

Really? That would be news indeed to this hapless woman:

A 30-something office worker of Caribbean descent, KarmaBites1 said she struck up an e-mail friendship with Olbermann, whom she admired, and agreed to fly to New York to meet him last May. She says he came to her hotel room and opened a bottle of Merlot which he "spilled all over." Then, when "sexual activity began [in] less than an hour," Olbermann had difficulty. "I pretended he knew what he was doing," the embittered blogger writes. "I adored the guy. I didn't want him to think he was a dud in bed," so she faked experiencing ecstasy. ( Mediabistro )
Some tent. Some pole. But hey, Karma Bites.

Posted by Vanderleun at February 2, 2010 9:11 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Man, they ain't hardly enough room under there for a flea circus as it is.

Posted by: Rob De Witt at February 2, 2010 10:00 PM

I can't help doing a little comparison here. We know what one of Olbermann's companions thinks of him, and we can all see what Olbermann's god, our President, is married to. Now think of the sublimely contented womanliness of, oh, let's say Laura Bush. Or the fit, accomplished hottie and expert mom who cheerfully sidekicks for the new Senator from Massachusetts.

Must suck to be a guy in the liberal camp, where the fiercest competition for the alpha male spots comes from the women. No wonder Olbermann spends all his camera time pissing up a rope.

Posted by: Askmom at February 3, 2010 2:21 AM

Many people "of Caribbean descent" have mastered the ancestral art of pseudo genuflection to appease the field bosses' various appetites...Even whilst we sharpen our cutlasses.

Although she may well have ex post facto sliced away the last vestiges of 0lbermann's gunny-sack, KarmaBites1 (heh) has yet to realize that she no longer needs to live in the wattle n' daub shanty built for her by the democrat's.

There is room enough in the shining great house on the hill despite what her mosquito-dicked masters may say.

Posted by: monkeyfan at February 3, 2010 5:46 AM

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