In sports broadcasting, where Olbermann worked for twenty years, the phrase -- picked up from opera -- signifies the end of the game, the last minutes when hope of revival is past and fans head for the exits.The viewers of "Countdown with Keith Olbermann" have been heading for the exits for the past year as part of a general exodus from MS-NBC.And so the fat lady is not just singing for Olbermann and MS-NBC: Rather, she is belting out an aria that rushes Katrina-like past the designer finery of Old Media grandees in the audience of Manhattan's Metropolitan Opera, rattles the Swarovski crystal chandeliers above their heads, hurtles across Central Park, and pierces the floor-to-ceiling windows of Olbermann's .2-million 40 staffers and mainstream media executives, fighting their self-described war on privilege from foxholes developed by Donald Trump.The various Trump Towers dotting upper Manhattan are, collectively, a progressive Pentagon, headquarters for the media war on Middle America..Olbermann among the most polished of its brass. When would you have encountered any journalists there?
https://t.co/mmi Jy LTl Fw — Richard Grenell (@Richard Grenell) October 14, 2016 Stop the faux outrage.
Olbermann had a short ride home from Rockefeller Plaza to his condominium on the Upper East Side, and he was in bed by 2 .
But he lay wide awake, overcome by an urge to get up and move about.
Olbermann is cruel to all who, as a class, have rejected him, such as joyful people and women..people of faith and women..people with traditional marriages and women..those with well-adjusted relationships and women. Conservative Congresswoman Michelle Bachman, who relishes her role as policymaker and mother, is a it viewers and ordered him to find -- and not beat -- his inner woman.
It was nearly midnight before Keith Olbermann left the NBC News election studio on May 13th, having spent five hours on the air, co-anchoring coverage of the West Virginia Democratic primary.
Olbermann does not like women, especially attractive and/or accomplished women. He is forever the awkward, angry teenager of his high school days who mystified psychologists, the 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.