I outgrew Keith Olbermann at fifteen. Like, dude was fucking smarmy as hell, and I thought it was great at first, and then I realized it was all kind of dumb, annoying, and lacking in any meaningful substance. Then, I tried reading Glen Beck's Clowns to the Left of Me, Wimps to the Right because I didn't yet understand the left-right spectrum or where I fit into that, nor that all of the political bestsellers at Wal-Mart were right wing slop; well I hated that shit enough that the communist manifesto was in my next three reads. I know this isn't Olbermann, but his spirit persists in this greasy vessel.
