An amalgam of mixed feelings, I do admit.
On one hand, the removal of the worst political host in living memory is something I applaud. It was a few years too late, but Gregory created a void that may never be filled.
On the other hand, UpChuck was my reaction to the naming of Todd as his replacement. Kettle? Pot? Frying pan? Fire? I am sure that some mixed metaphor would work, I just cannot think of it so early.
On the third hand (I am tri dexterous), Andrea Mitchell took over this mourning. To her credit, she grabbed a live wire - Ferguson. To my credit, I had an empty stomach, so there was nothing to vomit.
Although she has several interesting guests (and she filled NBC's quota of black folks appearing on MTP until the 2016 elections) and interviewed Misery's Gov. Nixon, I was left with several feelings and emotions:
A. Did David Gregory script her questions? I doubt he could have sounded lamer and less inane.
B. Was there ever a more aptly named governor than . . . Nixon?
C. Where were the mayor, the county prosecutor, and that shyte-heel police chief who created or worsened this mess? (Ok, I can see where cockroaches learned to avoid bright lights, but really)
D. Half an hour? On a story of such importance, or from the view of unarmed Ferguson citizens and innocent journalists, impotence, you would think the entire show would concentrating on it. Then again, Mitchell was almost incoherent, incapable of holding a conversation, asking deep, probing questions, or getting away from her pathetic script.
I am recording the other boredcast stations, and will compare their coverages to NBc's.
One thing is clear, Mitchell is far more comfortable doing the "inside the Bloatway" nudge nudge talks with her buddies and purveyors of conventional wiz dumb.
One dim bright spot. There was neither hide nor hair of John McCain, so we have to be grateful for small favors.
But of course, she has to bring up Hillary. Of course.
What is clear is that Ye Olde Meet Da Press, where tough questions were asked, where a panel took time to research a difficult issue, where the guest was not your standard me depressed guest who appears like clockwork, is gone. Dead. Never to be repeated. Instead, the producers of MTP want nothing more than a gossip column on Sunday mourning. Sadly, repeated efforts to provide NBC execs with a proper colonoscopy proved impossible, as their rectal cavity was already filled with their heads.
As gossip colonics go, I cannot think of a better pair of insiders than Andrea and UpChuck - and that is a death knell for MTP.