To me, Brit Hume is the very embodiment of "truthiness." His face and his ponderous style of pontificating is exactly what springs to my mind when someone utters the word "truthiness." I have a feeling that Brit is a great inspiration for Steven Colbert.

A lot of this is political strategizing. Politicians and media corporations must really worry about people out there whose vote they can't count on or whose subscriptions are renewed in a yearly basis and can be dropped at any time. The last thing they want is a whole new public forum they can't control. Not only that, we independent jerks dare to criticize them!

And a lot of it is sheer friggin' jealousy. How do bloggers get away with it! My god, some of them have advertising! income! write books! are respected by and socialize with political candidates! get into courtrooms and conferences and feed the news directly from there! It's all so unfair to Real Journalists. (Like Brit Hume, presumably.)

Then, as a blogger myself, I'm stunned by the sweeping nature of the criticism: "all them slanty-eyed peeple are just alike, can't tell one from another and they talk funny..." Of course there are a whole bunch of demographics, not to mention attitudes and styles and backgrounds and experiences, which separate one apparently librul blogger from another.

It's that stereotyping by those who are going after bloggers which tells me they don't know what they're talking about. It but remains for us to figure out which axe they're grinding and why and stir 'em up by discussing their frailties, their good-buddy relationships with pols, and their obscene compensation. Or we could just ignore them.

Sorry, but "pullo" in Latin means "dark-colored." Maybe you've been eating too often at El Pollo Loco?

Why is that chinless, pompous ass being considered a serious journalist is beyond me. Only on the Faux News network would that bullying windbag get airtime. Murtha has more courage in his pinky than that arm chair warrior has in his whole body. Keep 'im coming, Greenwald!

The dark side; that makes perfect sense. May the farce be with you. Whimper fi. Oh, and 63 dead Americans so far this month in your man Bush's Personal Oedipal War. Figure tenfold that in dead Iraqi civilians, for which none of you fascists give a rat's ass. MIssion Accomplished, now nearly four years ago, with no end in sight. Nice job. Even Tony the Poodle is withdrawing almost all his forces. Coalition, my veteran butt. I still think chicken with a clenched sphincter is a better characterization, but the dark side works, too. Whimper fi.

Observing his work for several years has heightened my astonishment that he still enjoys any esteem within his profession. Before landing at FOX he was an uninteresting bore. Always glum, as if that added gravitas, he came across as a grouchy mumbler, trying to always avoid any contentious subject. As a FOX third rater, he must have pleased his bosses (in ways most productive in the news/show business)and grappled his way to a post which can not fairly be called "reporter", but perhaps should be called brownnoser and panderer. No wonder he is a guest of George Bush, posing as one who fulfills the task of informing the public on public matters. Such an abandonment of his journalistic responsibility! Unhappily I fear he feels no shame for that.

Nothing but juvenile name-calling here. Hume more than earned his reporter's spurs while working under Jack Anderson. Now, like many other street-level reporters before him, he has gone into the opinion business. That does not make him any less a journalist than say, Maureen Dowd or Nicholas Kristof. (And compare that experience to the nitwit Frank Rich, whose only "reportorial" experience comes from sitting in darkened theaters, or Paul Krugman, who slices and dices economic data to serve his preconceived notions and who wrote puff pieces about Enron for Fortune--that is, when he wasn't sitting on Enron's board of advisers.)

You people are simply whining because you don't like what he says, and you resort to stupid arguments and name-calling. Pathetic.

Is that an Austrian name, you old putschmeister you. What's pathetic is Bush's War and the toadies that line up, like good Germans, to follow The Decider right over the cliff. Hume is only one of many, and not even the wurst on fuxxsnooze. 2 million Iraqi refugees. A half million dead Iraqis, at least, almost all of them civilians. Well over 30,000 American casualties. 2 billion a week flushed down the helliburton tidybowl. Now that's pathetic. You want name calling: fascist warmongers, the lot of you snivelling apologists for the inexcusable. Have a lovely evening. Kiss Scooter for me.

Your letter simply proves my point, you racist nitwit, and Glasbergen is Norwegian, you dolt.

what professional wrestling is to sport.

Sorry, Assspogen. I'd think Norskies would be wary of fascism, but you obviously eat it up with a coke spoon. Whatever your nationality, you're a good German. Heil Bush. Now, face Oslo and curtsey. Good dog. And replace the batteries in your personal vibrator; you're getting snippy. Kiss Scooter for me. Nitey nite.

Do you ever read your own letters? Would you be proud to show them to your wife/children/boss/friends?

Why do you hide behind fake names? Oh, wait, that answers the above question.

My wife, children, and friends despise fascists, too. I don't have a boss. Now, time to tune in fuxxsnooze and get all your new talking points for the duped and witless. How do you explain useless death and endless debt, the chasm between the filthy wealthy few and the rest of us? That's assuming you have a wife, children, and friends. Fellow klan members count as friends, in a perverse way, so I suppose you're all set there. Now, go be a good German and don't ask question of The Decider. What a dupe. As far a nom de plume, it's common internet practice. Why would I give the gestapo my real name? Go suck a lutefisk. Unsoaked.