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Friends, Blogcritics, countrymen, lend me your eyes;
I come to bury Russert, not to praise him;
Come I to speak in Russert's funeral ...
Any regular viewer
Hath told you Russert was partisan:
As it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Russert answered to it ...
He was no friend, faithful and just to open discourse:
Tim hath brought Bush many viewers in their homes,
Kings' ransoms did the NBC coffers fill:
And men have lost their reason…
The evil that men do lives after them through reruns;
The good is oft interred into the archives.
So let it be with Russert ... |