You knew an orgy was on its way, when this man died.
Here’s one thing you can say about journalists: Surely no one loves us as much as we love ourselves.
That’s one lesson of the Tim Russert coverage.
A friend told me Sunday: “I now know more about Tim Russert than I do many members of my family.”
After Russert’s shocking death Friday at age 58, television kept serving up witnesses to his expertise, intelligence, diligence, kindness, faith, love of family, Buffalo and the Buffalo Bills. The self-indulgence was breathtaking.
On Monday’s “Today,” Matt Lauer interviewed Russert’s son, Luke. The show basically gave over the first half-hour to the Russert story. Presidential candidates aren’t questioned at such length on morning programs.
And the children of America’s fallen heroes don’t receive such a platform, either.
On NBC yesterday, the gathered commentators seemed eager to cover themselves with Russert glory. The more they praised him, the better they looked.