So I’m “going mental” like Ed Grimley on Saturday Night Live, giddy with excitement and anticipation. Which one will it be? Bill “Loofah Boy” O’Reilly again? Which one of those preening, preaching hypocrites has Gawker caught with his or her hand in the cookie jar? I’m hoping it’s Sean Hannity, but it’s guaranteed to be fun.
I thought Roger Ailes did an amazing job tamping down the O’Reilly/Andrea Macris scandal. This time, they’ve launched a pre-emptive strike, running stories both on air and online claiming that Gawker‘s views are down. Something tells me they won’t be down next week.
It feels like Christmas Eve, and I’m six years old. I’m getting an exquisitely-wrapped box of schadenfreude.