Karma. Kismet. Destiny. Cosmic Tit-for-Tat. Reapin' what you sow. According to Peter J. Boyer's recent article in The New Yorker, Keith Olbermann has Restless Leg Syndrome. Normally, I am not in the habit of smirking over the misfortunes of others, but in the case of this pompous, overblown, braying excuse for a "journalist", I gotta make an exception.
I started feeling sorry for Keith until I recalled his penchant for launching into smarmy, overly nasty diatribes directed at Hillary Clinton...even blaming her personally for Geraldine Ferraro's words. The Reverends Wright and Pfleger blather not-so-niceties, and what kind of 10 minute lecture does Keith have for Obama? (Hint: cue crickets chirping).
I do pray the moment Mr. Olbermann decides to become a nicer person, his RLS abates immediately. In the meantime, one can only hope Andrea Mitchell's facelift falls suddenly like a bad soufflé, and Chris Matthews gets a case of chiggers (folks in Texas just grimaced)...where it is embarassing to itch.
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