Some days you wake up and think, “Nope, not getting up.” I call these column days. Then, there are those other times when you practically hurl yourself from the sheets in a grande jete because: Bubba the Love Sponge and Tucker Carlson.
I call these proof of the deity.
Bubba is a radio shock jock in Tampa, Fla. And, Carlson, of course, is the Fox News anchor who used to wear bowties. Forever cursed with preppy looks, he is known these days for, shall we say, over-correcting. His aversion to political correctness has become so acute that he routinely says “mean” things that ostensibly hurt people’s feelings. His plainspoken ways have also made him a multimultimillionaire who makes his Fox predecessor and heretofore unrivaled smirking bully, Bill O’Reilly, seem boyishly pranky.
Apparently, Carlson hasn’t always been so charming. Between 2006 and 2011, he was a somewhat regular feature on Bubba’s show. Recently unearthed tapes, compliments of the dogged archaeologists at Media Matters, reveal that Carlson was shockingly jock-ish in some of his musings, causing the mind-minders to dust off their high dudgeon.
They say: Carlson is an anti-Muslim Iraqi-phobe, a misogynist and, you know, a white guy. (P.S. Carlson is a professional acquaintance, but not a dear friend, though I’ve bought jewelry from his sister-in-law. We also share a close mutual friend, who shall remain anonymous, as he prefers, primarily so that he can fish more. Finally, I never watch Carlson’s show because he infuriates me. Oddly, now that everyone seems to be mad at him, I’m coming around to liking him again.)