Sunday Morning Addiction

I am addicted to Sunday morning political talk shows. No matter where I am I have to designate about two and a half hours on Sunday morning to pretentious journalist and politicians.

It starts at 10:00 with the Chris Matthews show. Then trickles down to Russert's Meet the Press and The McLaughlin Group is the morning finale.

Lately Dan Rather and the pregnant Nora O'donnell keep me tuned into the Matthews show. My favorite segement is when Chris asks his panel of esteemed journalist to tell him something he doesn't know. At times Nora's projections can be depressing but despite her insider outlook, she manages to mantain that pregnant glow. Rather never fails to share a quippy southern saying or anecdote and I look forward to it each week.

I don't know what I enjoy most about Meet the Press, but it's always a thrill when he catches a politician back tracking or denying something he or she has revealed to the media. Russert pulls up the print version of the remarks the politician has tried to deny or skirt around, and he reads it out loud to the sweaty suit in the chair next to him. During last years senate elections, this technique was priceless.

I don't have a good answer for why I'm attracted the the McLauhlin group. The host is cantankeours and all of his regular guests are grumpy. It's almost if they have been strapped to those chairs all week and forced to absorb world news. By Sunday morning at 11:30 they are pissed and ready to blow.

No matter what my son wants to watch or what assignment is due the next morning, I get sucked into my tube every Sunday. It's must see tv.