Bill O'Reilly wanted nothing but the highest respect for the war criminal George W. Bush, but he didn't think all his interruptions of the President of the United States was anything other than a respectful interview in the Edward R. Murrow tradition of journalism. Gimme a *****' break! (That's GMAFB in text-talk.)
One final irrelevant interjection: San Francisco columnist Herb Caen often used to point out people who had inappropriate names for their jobs, such as a used-car salesman named Bob Chetham. As we were completing this column, liberal talk show hostess Stephanie Miller and the mooks were obsessing about names with risquà © double meanings. We should direct her attention to a plumber in Santa Monica who was named Dick Shaver.
Our last column probably shot to hell our chances of ever being added to the Huffington Post roster of regular contributors. It's OK, though. This columnist wouldn't have cut the mustard. The hypothetical job offer would probably have turned out to be like some of the snappy dialogue Raymond Chandler wrote: "I was fired. For insubordination. I test very high on insubordination, General."
Now the disk jockey will play both the Beatles and Stones version (the only song recorded by both bands) of "Money (That's What I Want)," plus "Fools Rush In" and Johnny Cash's "I'm just an old chunk of coal." It's time for us to make like a shepherd and get the flock outta here. Have a "get on board" type week.
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