I used to somewhat admire Wolf Blitzer.
Perhaps it was his name, his reporting from the first Gulf War, his passion that he seemed to have, and the wealth of knowledge that he appeared to stand firm on.
Maybe it was the fact that I was just 17 and did really know any better.
Now, Blizter comes of as a drab, almost Thorazine-infused, automaton.
But Jack Cafferty, that's another story.
I don't always agree with what Cafferty says. Sometimes, his "home-spun-lore" delivery and his furrowed brow echo that curmudgeon that sits in the local diner every morning that talks about how life was so grand before ( insert topic of the moment ).
That Jack Cafferty isn't in this video.
He has been replaced with an unscripted honesty that is buried within our media or labeled as "smears" by those that are attempt to usurp power form the ones that know how to weild it effectively.
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Friday, September 26, 2008
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