Put a fork in Keith Olbermann

You remeber Keith don’t you?  Yeah, one time he ginned up some fake outrage and got a few people to watch him in an election year.   And now it appears no one is watching anymore.

In the most desirable TV demographic of 25-54, which Keith will soon outgrow himself, “Countdown” lost 44% of its audience from the beginning of President Obama‘s term until this year. It could have been worse — say, 45%.

Olbermann averaged 268,000 viewers last month in that sector. That’s just several thousand sets of those eyes more than Campbell Brown over on CNN. According to one count, Keith even finished in that time slot behind Nancy Grace. Nancy Grace!

And she’s on Headline News, Headline News, the repetitious TV channel the repetitious TV channel inflicted on all U.S. airline travelers within any boarding area around the clock so that when, at least an hour late, each person is finally crammed into plane seats between professional wrestlers, they feel relief.

The old argument for right wing talk radio was that liberals were just too smart or too busy to listen.  They had jobs unlike conservatives.  I wonder how you explain this?  Overtime I guess.

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Categories: Democratic Party, Liberals, News media

3 replies

  1. Check out this searing takedown of Olbermann by Stuart Schwartz at the American Thinker.

    Olbermann does not like women, especially attractive and/or accomplished women. Nor is he particularly fond of men. He is forever the awkward, angry teenager of his high school days who mystified psychologists, the überdork whose cruel taunts of the athletes he covered as a sports broadcaster were legendary, even as he yearned to be thought of as the stud that covers studs. Give it up, a Philadelphia Inquirer sports columnist suggested after watching Olbermann ridicule the appearance of an overweight athlete. He noted that the hefty lefty is “so bloated he looks as if he swallowed Dan Patrick [his ESPN co-anchor] back in 1997.”

    And so the venom drips, and the ratings sink. Olbermann is cruel to all who, as a class, have rejected him, such as joyful people and women…or people of faith and women…or people with traditional marriages and women…and those with well-adjusted relationships and women. Did I mention women?

  2. You beat the Beast to it, Steve!

    But let’s let’s savor this treat at the end:

    Sex and the Single Olbermann. What is it about this confused man and women…and men, for that matter? If Sigmund Freud were not white and dead, he might be invited by MS-NBC to consult. Odd, isn’t it? Hostile towards women, issues with his mother, oft-expressed rage over conventional male/female relationships, serially simpatico with Village Voice critic Michael Musto (of “Michael Musto’s Gay Chelsea” fame). As his former colleagues at ESPN often say about an athlete’s inappropriate behavior, “Aw, c’mon, man!” And so ratings give way to rage.

    Rage. When Olbermann left ESPN, “he didn’t burn bridges here — he napalmed them,” as one male colleague described it. And when co-anchor Suzy Kolber attracted attention for her stylish sports reporting, a jealous Olbermann attacked her with such venom that she simply sat down and cried.

    Rage. Massachusetts elected “a bad joke” in Senator Scott Brown, “an irresponsible, homophobic, racist, reactionary, ex-nude model, teabagging supporter of violence against woman and against politicians with whom he disagrees.” Even an MS-NBC colleague recognized Olbermann for what he has become — “sad and pathetic” — while New Yorker magazine, which sympathizes with his politics and whose executives participate in life at Trump Towers, headlined its profile of him “One Angry Man.”

    In the end and in Olbermann’s eyes, life is what it has always been: hostile. The viewers are disappearing, and all that remains is a Krakatoa of rage, of poisons spewing forth from a shell of a man on a shriveled network into the homes of a shrinking audience.

    And he reacts as always with howls of rage, the chief wannabe on the wannabe network: I wannabe an athlete, I wannabe a power, I wannabe a stud, I wannabe Bill O’Reilly, I wannabe loved, I wannabe the center of attention…a deranged diva who has yet to decide whether his jockstrap is half-empty or half-full.

    This may be Olbie’s personal version of the famous Welch/McCarthy “Have you no shame?” moment.

  3. I think the author of the article needs to stop holding back and tell us how he really feels…

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