RFK JR'S WORM; TRUMP WORMS HIS WAY OUT OF ALL BUT ONE TRIAL - 5.9.24

his worm twelve. Nevertheless, I am not confident we can stave off fascism in this country because worms in Kennedy's brain, and also Trump's trial in Florida has been delayed until the twelfth of never by an unqualified judge that he appointed, and now his trial in Georgia has been delayed indefinitely, probably into next year, because the appeals court there says it will listen to Trump's appeal of the ruling that the district attorney did not have a financial conflict of

interest just because she hired her boyfriend to work on the case. Because guess what. There is a deep state, and among its constituent parts are the entirety of the legal system and partisan judges and the Supreme Court and a serving Attorney General who will go to his grave believing that the people exist to serve the laws, rather

than the laws exist to serve the people. Also because Obama's most public advisor criticized all the naughty talk in the Stormy Daniel's testimony and oh, by the way, worms in RFK Junior's brain memory loss quote caused by a worm that got into my brain and ate a portion of it and then died. I have cognitive problems. Clearly. I have short term memory loss and I have longer

term memory loss that affects me. RFK Junior in a deposition during his divorce in twenty twelve, in a bid to pay less alimony, when Robert F. Kennedy Junior told me I was his hero, I knew something was wrong. Kennedy told The New York Times that he has recovered from brain fog and memory loss, and there were no

further problems from the worm that ate his brain. Of course, if you're like me, you may be wondering if he said he had short term memory loss because of the worm and longer term memory loss because of the worm. You wonder if the odds aren't really good that he just forgot about those problems caused by the worm that ate his brain and then died. Actually, says an expert on parasites interviewed by The Times, Once that worm moves in,

it's staying. You're going to basically have almost like a tumor that's there forever, says Scott Gardner from the University of Nebraska at Lincoln. It's not going to go anywhere.

The cells calcify around the dead worm. So Robert F. Kennedy Junior's brain has been partially eaten by a parasite which died, and then his brain created a little crypt for it like ants tomb hey who's buried in RFK Junior's brains tomb or or or RFK Junior's clear mental instability and his amazing adherence to conspiracy theories is not caused by his little friend WORMI who's always with him.

When the time spoke to Kennedy. Kennedy said he had trouble retrieving words and he had quote severe brain frog from for a long time, having eaten almost nothing but mercury laden fish like perch and tuna. Quote I love tuna, fish sandwiches. I hate them all the time. Kennedy said he had his blood tested and the mercury was ten times the levels the EPA considers safe. Another expert says that another brain problem Kennedy has is far more likely to make him act like he acts. He's been hospitalized

at least four times for atrial fibrillation. He said as recently as twenty twelve, doctors used a defibrillator to reset his heart rhythm because when it gets bad, quoting RFK Junior again, it feels like there's a bag of worms in my chest. This seems to be a theme. Bag of worms in his chest, dead worm in his brain, and he's positioned himself as the young, healthy candidate. Life's a lot like that. I hope the worms like tuna. The good news here is Kennedy's running mate, Nicole is

somebody who married money. She has nothing to worry about here. No pain, no gain, but no brain, no worms. So like the dog in the hat in the room that's on fire, says this is fine. The Trump trial resumes and you no longer have to explain which one, because the hush money election interference won in New York is the only one now. Trump begins the day under another threat of contempt of court for something we didn't hear about until long after court adjourned Tuesday, that he was

audibly cursing during the Daniels testimony. Justice Jan Mershawn handled it during a signbar so as to not embarrass Trump. And I have really bad news for the Justice and anybody else who tries Trump now or next year or in the distant future. You're gonna have to embarrass him at some point. You cannot expect him to keep doing it all by himself. Judge, call him out on this. This is the trial. You are the judge. You are

the last guardrail. If he does this again, tell him one more word out of you, and I'm finding you in contempt and sending you to Rikers. And No, by the way, although they'll probably give it to him, he does not automatically get Secret Service protection in jail. The statute revised in twenty thirteen merely says an ex president can be given lifetime Secret Service protection. There isn't even that much clarity about an active presidential candidate who goes

to jail. Still, he probably will get it, because even I would say, if Trump gets sent to jail for contempt of court in this case and somebody shives him, it's gonna look bad. I mean, the whole question of feeding Trump in a New York City detention facility is gonna be trouble enough. Trump does not have a Kennedy dead bug in his brain, but with that diet of his I would not bet against him having a bunch of tapeworms. Justice Meyrshawn may also have yet another gag

order violation. To contend with the order is explicit. Trump can't trash the witnesses and he can't instruct anybody else

to trash them on his behalf. But Parking Lot law genie Alina Haba went on Fox late Tuesday night and insisted some of the testimony Tuesday quote was frankly false, and that would be accusing the witnesses of perjury, and Mershaun could easily jail Trump for that, though again he probably won't because the area is murky, and he might have to prove Trump ordered Habba to say something stupid, which would be really tough considering that Habba says something

stupid pretty much all the time of her own volition.

I'm assuming Axelrod means the sex, the details of which were in fact minimal. A condom, not a condom, not a condom. Oh look out, David Axelrod just fainted. Nearly all of her testimony resuming today was about the payoffs and the non disclosure agreements and the threats and her fears and her interviews, and for all we know, maybe that's what Axelrod meant, because he posted his tut tutting a mere sixteen hours after Stormy Daniels ended her first

day of testimony. And I didn't go through his whole feed, but it does not look like David Axelrod reads or responds to any replies. So his cryptic, useless, unhelpful sentence there will remain indecipherable as Trump's trial and the Daniels cross examination resume. However, David Axelrod is not indecipherable. He is,

to quote a sage, a prick. The last we heard from him was in February, when he was still helping the Republican age plot against Biden, still helping Trump against democracy, telling reporters that while Trump was a gaff machine quote because he is energetic, these questions are not as profound for him, but that when Biden snapped at a CNN question about his age, it showed he was old. And addressing him, Axelrod said, it's the opinion of a lot of Americans who only see you in front of a camera.

They don't see you in the situation room. They don't see you in these closed door meetings.

doing too many interviews. In November, one year before the election, Axelrod said Biden needed to get out or get going, whatever the hell that means, like stormy details or stormy

petrels or whatever he wrote yesterday. He didn't explain that line either, And then Biden called him a prick, and Jonathan Martin, a politico, wrote a series of stories about this, ending with his campaign advice that quote, if Biden thinks the country is on the line, he should act like it and calling David Axelrod a prick is not a strategy to win two hundred and seventy electoral votes. And you read that bit of wisdom, and you think, has

Jonathan Martin been hanging around with RFK Junior's brainworm? No, RFK Junior's brainworm is going to be hired by CNN. Okay, I amend my earlier comments. David Axelrod is not necessarily a prick, but it is clear now he is a one hit wonder As a political consultant. His list of clients included Obama, Hillary, John Edwards, Chris Dodd. And that was just for the two thousand and eight campaign. He

finally settled on Obama. He had one good, no great idea, turn Obama's comparative inexperience from a bug into a feature and call it change and make it a catch phrase with nice pretty posters. And he's been coasting on it ever since our CNN panel tonight, RFK Junior's brainworm and David Axelrod back to the New York Time, and I'm not going to rehash the entire self immolation by the Paper of Record, which should amend its antidiluvian motto to all the news that's fit to print, provided you give

us an exclusive. Just to remind you that first, a Times reporter I actually know named Talman Smith tweeted on February seventh, quote liberals only primarily blaming the media. When was the last time Biden did an open presser or did an on record Q and A with us, right, thank you, We're not his pr people. It was a shocking revelation inside the Times mindset that this is not about preserving democracy. We're just being a newspaper. It's about whether or not the president does a Q and a

with the New York Times. Then last month, the former Obama stafford Dan Pfeiffer criticized The Times on the whole save democracy thing, and then Sunday Times Editor in chief Joe Kahn answered Pfeiffer at Semaphore News, who turned his flea on behalf of you know, not having a dictatorship and dismissed it as some kind of demand by the Biden side that the Times become quote an instrument of

the Biden campaign. Cohn made the rather terrifying assertion that quote, it's our job to cover the full range of issues that people have at the moment. Democracy is one of them, but it's not the top one. Immigration happens to be the top, and the economy and inflation is the second. Should we stop covering those things because they're favorable to

Trump and minimize them. The more I have thought about that part of the Marie antoinetteesh answer from the Times editor in chief, the more I have thought they should have fired Jocon on the spot, and not even primarily because jo Con seems to be unaware that his paper and all papers, and all the freedom of the press, and all of American democracy and his personal freedom are at sta in this election, and instead he's being a

snotty schoolboy about it. But rather he should be fired because that one answer he gave happens to reek of a really really bad reporter or editor or copyboy. Nobody said, don't cover all issues. Nobody said become an instrument of the Biden campaign. All you were critiqued about was your utter inability to get over yourself. The President of the United States does not have to give you an interview, or give one to the Post or the Wall Street Journal.

It's not a test of his fitness. And you should not be permitted to revenge yourself against him because he didn't do the interview. Your belief that you count in that way, like the goddamn Times is its own supreme court. God help us. That's a test of your fitness, not his, and you failed that test. Mister Pfeiffer, whose comments escalated. This has now written in a similar vein to what

I just said. He reminds mister Kahn that he did not ask the Times to become propaganda just to worry more about the stakes than the horse race, and to quote specifically call out the threat that is a second Trump presidency in general, he writes, and this is a complaint I have had about the New York Times that is two decades old. I wish they would take good faith criticism from the left with as much seriousness as

they take bad faith criticism from the right. Unquote exactly the Times response not yet upper left hand corner of the website yesterday. Green moves to oust Johnson and House Republicans clash with public school leaders over anti semitism, claims upper right hand corner.

of MSDNC in the courthouse today. I haven't seen him in years. He looks like shit, a real loser. Firstly, O'Donnell looks like shit. Look, this is urgent rumors of a Trump financial crisis must be true. Therefore we must buy Donald Trump a mirror. Then the other side of the story. This next part was submitted by a friend who, like me, once worked with and got worked over by Lawrence O'Donnell, who, when Joe Scarborough is finally incarcerated, will

be the least sincere person on that network. The author is anonymous, but he has written it as Lawrence O'Donnell, who, I can assure you has only ever been anonymous when he's called conservatives to leak stuff to them, to undercut his colleagues at MSNBC. The impression of his voice is,

I would say, mediocre, but unavoidable under the circumstances. E ah not every former chief of staff for Senator Daniel Patrick moynihan, chair of the Senate Finance Committee, the most powerful legislative committee in history, turned Emmy nominated writer performer on Aaron Sorkin's landmark series The West Wing, turned cable news guest in the medium's nascent stages, turned commander of

the ten PM Eastern time slot. Is immediately recognizable by former presidents of the United States, but I happened to be, which reminds me of the time I found myself playing miniature golf on Martha's Vineyard with former R and C chairman Haley Barber, former Ronald Reagan's speechwriter Peggy Noonan, longtime Kennedy confidant Pierre Salinger, and the fifth of Charlie's Angels,

Shelley Hack. Went up to the first tea at this particular Martha's Vineyard mini golf course, stepped Senator Orn Hatch of Utah and his companion Loretta Switt hot Lips Hulahan from the CBS television version of Mash m Star Astar s Star h Thank you, my anonymous friend. You left out that before he played mini golf, Lawrence was, no doubt, just back from dinner with an actress who was half of half his age. Also of interest here not yet

finished with Lawrence O'Donnell. Plus you can make jokes about Robert F. Kennedy Junior's brain where I'm I mean, he brought it up under oath as an excuse for why I didn't have to fay so much alimony, So it is fair game. But you know what, you congressman over there, you probably shouldn't make a joke in which you link it to his father's assassination or his uncle the President's assassination.

brought him up. So why not let me tell you about the day Lawrence O'Donnell was eating lunch on the sidewalk right outside my apartment building and he suddenly admitted that he and the others crashed MSNBC, and I almost forgave him were trying to steal Countdown from me while I was on leave taking care of my dying father, but I didn't things I promised not to tell ahead and it includes another Aaron Sorkins story, But first, as ever,

there are still more new idiots to talk about. The daily roundup of the miscrants, morons, and dunning Krugriffet specimens who constitute two days worst persons in the world worser some guy named Jim Kortovich. Jim Kortovich is identified by The New York Times as the high flying lobbyist spin doctor for the Saudi's Kataris, et cetera. And he is apparently mentioned in a new book called The Wolves of k Street, which is about lobbyists, especially Republicans, like this

guy at korta blitch or whatever his name is. The authors reported that a client was suing this man, and they excerpted that part of their book in Politico and they added this quote. Before our book went to press, we reached out to Kordovich for comment. He responded by text and email with the swagger he's become known for quote, I'm coming after you full guns, and that's why I live where I do and why you live where you do. We are going to the mattress, and like everything in

my life, I will win. Uh. It's it's mattresses. We are going to the mattresses, not we are going to the mattress. Famous line from the Godfather about the mafia families going through all out war is we go to the mattresses, as in, we'll have to have so many people fighting, we have to get a secret location to house them all, and we all have to find dozens

of new mattresses for them. Saying we are going to the mattress sounds like wow, it sounds like you only have the one mattress, and like you didn't really watch The Godfather, which means you'll soon be sleeping with the fishes. The runner up worser speaker Mike Johnson, Just when you thought he might not be a total Trump whore, he stood on the side of January sixth, in front of scumbags like Cleta Mitchell and Steven Miller, and I think there was one person in the pink pants suit. In

the back there was beetlejuice. And Johnson explained why the House wants to make it illegal for non citizens to vote in federal elections, given that you know it already is illegal for non citizens to vote in federal elections. Ugly little Johnson said, with an actual smirk and laugh, we all know intuitively that a lot of illegals are voting in federal elections, but it's not been something that's

easily provable. We don't have that number, unquote. Actually we do have that number, and we all know intuitively that Republicans foster this distrust in reality and law so they can blame their losses on imaginary threats like massive illegal voting, when time and time again, the only people even accused of illegally voting turn out to be Republicans. And by the way, Mike, about your election to the House, you

won by less than forty one thousand votes. We all know intuitively that even the people of Louisiana aren't that stupid to have elected a slick, slimy homophobe who we all know intuitively seems to protest a little too much. So we all know intuitively that election must have featured some e What was that number, Mike, We don't have that intuitively number? Intuitively do we? On? Congratulations on surviving the latest attempt by your own party to fire you,

to vacate the chair yesterday? Why when the Republicans do this do I always think of vacate in its gastro intestinal sense, But our winner the worst Why it's Mike Johnson's fellow Republican Congressman Mike Mike Collins of Georgia. Last week, he tweeted out a video of the racist student at the University of Mississippi making monkey gestures at a protester who happened to be an African American woman. He put our tee on it that read something like ole miss

doing the job, getting the job done. Well. That's when some of his donors, like a little company called Coca Cola, began to take heat and give heat about Collins's endorsement of you Know Over nineteen fifty eight style racism on tape. Well, Mike Collins of this week saw Mike Collins of last

week and said, hold my racist beer. Yesterday afternoon, long after the RFK junior brainworm story had spread nationally, Mike Collins returned to Twitter x and wroach quote, you either die a Kennedy with a hole in the brain or live long enough to become a Kennedy with a hole in the brain. As I said earlier, RFK Junior's worm

is fair game. He brought it up, and he brought it up so he didn't have to pay a lot of alimony, but to turn it into a joke about the assassination of President Kennedy and Senator Kennedy, both shot through the brain, and not just two of the most traumatic events in American history, but two of its gloriousts. This shows that this scumbag Mike Collins has somehow managed to dishonor both the House Freedom Caucus and his family

ancestral home of Butts County, Georgia, Congressman Mike Collins. Hey, Mike, you've lucked out here. You don't even have a brain. We can make jokes about two days, worst person and the world. Now to the number one story on the countdown in my favorite topic, me and Things I promised

not to tell. Early on the afternoon of Monday, May twenty third, twenty sixteen, I bounced out of my New York City apartment building, began to walk past the tourist trap brunch spot in the lobby, and froze there at one of the cramped outdoor tables stare up at me in blank surprise. That must have matched my own staring down at him in blank surprise. Was Lawrence O'Donnell. I decided to go silly. Hey, get out of my house, he laughed, I laughed. It didn't seem forced. He introduced

me to his companion, his daughter. This my dear is Keith Ulderman. Keith started us all at MSNBC, and then he left, and and here Lawrence gave one of his long pauses, and we crashed it. I wanted to be generous, I started to politely contradict him, and I just couldn't do it. M yeah, pretty much anyway, About thirty seconds of courteous nothingness followed, and I wish the O'Donnell's well, and then I left. It was the most pleasant experience

I ever had with Lawrence O'Donnell. In fact, it might have been the only pleasant experience I ever had with Lawrence O'Donnell. After I finally convinced and bullied and blackmailed MSNBC management into letting Rachel Meadow become the regular guest host for my show, and she aced it and then rightly got her own show, and she aced that and became a star. I went looking for a new guest host. My first idea was a frequent guest we had named Chris Hayes. I didn't get far. Management had its own

idea and my input was not required. They wanted former Vermont governor and Democratic presidential hopeful Howard Dean. And Howard is a really smart guy and great on TV. But Howard had a bit of a teleprompter problem. One of my producers swears that Howard once read Good Evening, I'm Howard Dean for her, governor of Vermont. This is countdown.

around MSNBC since its founding in nineteen ninety six. Lawrence O'Donnell was one of the original MSNBC Friends, The MSNBC Friends, political pundits who sat on clearstools at a clear table or in a set designed to look like a booth at a coffee shop. No, I'm not making this up.

Among the friends were An Colter and Laura Ingram, if you can believe it, once or twice an hour, the rather CNN, like all news coverage on MSNBC in its first couple of years, would pause and three or more of these friends would appear, chew over the MSNBC headlines, and then disappear. Lawrence O'Donnell was one of the friends. It was as bad as it sounds. Then Lawrence O'Donnell pretty much disappeared. You would see him on MSNBC as a guest every once in a while, but mostly he

pursued his acting and producing career. He played President Bartlett's father on the West Wing, the one who beat him throughout college. Lawrence was very convincing, and then around two thousand and eight, we started getting pressure to bring him in as a guest on Countdown, like once a week or twice a week. I was not sure what that was all about, but he had been a Senate staffer and he knew the healthcare debate and other wonky stuff pretty well, so I gave my assent for whatever that

was worth. Not long after that, Lawrence came into my office. He really needed my support, he said, to get him more involved in MSNBC. He knew I had gone to bat for Rachel, and before her, I'd gone to bat for Tom Brokaw, and for people like Chuck Todd and Chris Hayes and others who are now getting steady incomes from NBC. I don't remember his argument on his own behalf. I do remember I didn't have much of a reason to say no, and he wasn't asking me to do

a lot, so I said yes. The next thing I knew, I was reading a memo announcing that Lawrence O'Donnell had been appointed as the new full time guest host of Countdown. This was in the winter of two thousand and nine twenty ten, when my late dad was fighting so valiantly to stay alive after colon cancer and more importantly, a series of infections. Dad had the immune system of an alien. The average white cell count in a healthy adult is

between four thousand and eleven thousand. One night, Dad's was at thirty three thousand, and the doctors told me to prepare to make the call to let him go. They had one antibiotic left to try on him. The next morning, Dad's white cell count, which had been thirty three thousand, was eight thousand, onward he fought. Unfortunately, he was eighty years old and he had not exerc since Harry Truman was president, and eventually he ran out of Houdini tricks.

I had been visiting him twice a day for six months while still doing Countdown and the NBC Sunday Night Football Show. But now, as it hit late February of twenty ten, his bright days became fewer and farther in between, and the hope that was propelling me to keep being his full time caregiver and Countdown's full time host both began to fade. In the last two weeks of my dad's life, as the doctors tried all the long shot things, I asked MSNBC for a leave of absence. Finally the

inevitability became inarguable, and we let Dad go. On Saturday, March thirteenth, twenty ten. My sister held his hand and I read him his favorite Thurber story, and as soon as I finished it, he exhaled deeply and peacefully, and he died. I think I took another week off, maybe two, and I vaguely recall emails from friends at Countdown that I may have paid passing the time attention to, but

I really didn't. Most of the staff, including people who came up from Washington, like Howard Feynman or Gene Robinson of the Washington Post, always friends to me. They attended my dad's memorial service. I believe Lawrence o'donald, who was of course filling in for me on Countdown, was there too, but maybe not, I do not remember. And then came the day when I went back to the office full time and my assistant grabbed me both hands on my wrist. You did not answer my emails, she said, with a

fervency she rarely exhibited. For God's sake, do not ever leave me alone with Laurence O'Donnell again, I snapped back to attention. Had he, you know, bothered her? Not that way, she said, But he's a son of a bitch. He treats me and everybody who was in a producer here like dirt. And since you didn't read my emails, I just have to tell you this. He's trying to get you fired so he can take over Countdown. And if you think he's nuts, one of your scene producers is

in on it too with him. I have to admit, even now, of all the things I went through at that very very strange place MSNBC. Even now, this story still shocks me. The senior producers of Countdown consisted of a guy who'd been a producer who booked satellite transmissions for MSNBC until I asked that he'd be promoted, and one was a guest booker for the daytime shows until

I asked that she be promoted. Another was a line producer who was well regarded only for his ability to time a show until I asked for him to be promoted. And then there was the old friend of mine who had been blown out of ESPN in a sexual harassment porn link email scandal and was headed back to college to start his career all over again until I asked

that he'd be hired and then promoted. I did some digging and I was going to confront O'Donnell about it when somebody told me he had tweeted something negative about me and about count So I got a hold of him and I said, this did not seem to be in keeping with MSNBC traditions and rules, you know, the ones about not peeing inside the tent. And he said, what do you know about MSNBC? Traditions. I've been here since nineteen ninety six. I never left and came back.

So I went to my boss, the president of the network, Phil Griffin, the one who would not hire Rachel Meadow, and before I could say they'd have to get rid of him, Griffin said it was all academic. They were preparing the press release as we spoke for Lawrence's new show at ten o'clock called The Last Word, and oh, by the way, Keith, two of your senior producers are going with him to run his show. If this sounds vaguely familiar to you, it is the plot of the

pilot for the old Aaron Sorkin HBO series Newsroom. I was still friendly with Aaron then, so he actually asked. As I related this to him in real time in emails and phone calls, he asked if he could use it in the plot, rather than just what he often did, which was to use it without asking. The problem was none of this made any sense in the real world, although it made a pretty good pilot for Aaron Sorkin.

In going into the ten PM slot, Lawrence O'Donnell would be replacing a rerun of Countdown, and even if O'Donnell did much better in the ratings, much much better. There was no way it could ever make enough money to make the move make sense. O'Donnell's new show would necessarily cost MSNBC between ten and fifteen million dollars to produce every year. Didn't have anything to do with him. That was the cost. The Countdown rerun cost, not ten fifteen

million dollars a year. It count however much they paid the guy who pushed the play button that fired up the videotape of the Countdown replay amortized. Later that day, a sympathetic NBC executive called me up and explained the move to me. First, Griffin was convinced O'Donnell was about to leave us and sign with CNN. I said, well, that's a good idea for everybody involved except CNN. Turned out CNN had not even talked to him, but Griffin

did not know that. More importantly, Comcast had already finalized its agreement to buy NBC effective the following January, and as part of the deal, they were entitled to review what all the executives in the company had done, and they had already looked at MSNBC President Phil Griffin and discovered he had never done anything in panic. Griffin told colleagues he had to launch a new show of his own immediately. This is the series Aaron Sorkin should have made.

As to the producers who left my show to go with O'Donnell while my father was dying, one of them told me a couple of years after she left MSNBC for the last time, every day when I went into that Last Word office, I realized you were getting your revenge on me without even having to lift a finger. Lots of people I've worked with, probably a majority of people i've helped, have behaved like Lawrence O'Donnell, because, remember

it's television. It is a mental illness. The comparatively healthy people are the ones who acknowledge it's a mental illness. But Lawrence O'Donnell was something special. A year before my dad died, almost to the day, in fact, I was in Los Angeles appearing on Bill Maher's show, and one of the other guests that night was the actress Carrie Washington. She was very nice to me, very sweet, a very big fan, and she asked to stay in touch. Sure enough,

after my father died, after the memorial. After I was back at work, I had to go to his house for the first time since he had passed away. It was about as much fun as it sounds. In the car on the way back into New York City. The solemnity of it. Both my parents died within eleven months of each other. It really hit me for some reason for the first time, full force, and I was about to lose it when the car approached a billboard overlooking

the West Sidne Highway in New York City. And whose big smiling face was on the ad on that billboard, Carrie Washington. And it flashed me right back to her kindness in la and it helped me overcome this bump in my mourning. So I wanted to drop her a note, nothing big, nothing suggestive. I wasn't hinting at asking her out. Just you never know how you might help somebody in a time of crisis. Thanks for letting me smile. That

was the whole message. I asked my assistant to figure out how to get it to her, and that was the end of it, except a week later, the fact that I wrote her a note wound up in a column written by an colter. I was astonished how why, and Colter it was her usual the brain doesn't quite

work right kind of stuff. She implied, I was hitting on Kerry Washington and said how stupid I had to be to not realize she was involved with somebody, and on and on and on, no mention of my father's passing, or the mar show or the billboard or her smiling face. I went back to my assistant and I said, hey, what on earth did you do with that note to Carrie Washington? And she said, oh, I gave it to this Lawrence O'Donnell guy. And I said, good God, why

did you do that? And she said, well, he's dating Carrie Washington. I thought you knew that. I thought that's why you asked me to get.

January twenty eleven. I've told that story in other episodes, like sixty of them. It's kind of complicated, and since nobody ever actually asked me why Countdown the TV show ended, I've probably got another sixty episodes worth of information about that anyway in twenty fifteen, since repeatedly over the following ten years, there were overtures by both sides to bring

Countdown and Me back to MSNBC. In twenty fifteen during the World Series, in fact, the then president of NBC News, Andy Lack, asked me to come back and do a new show at MSNBC and move to Los Angeles and have a co host, a conservative, and not do any commentaries. And actually this new show is somehow less appealing than it sounds. But the punchline of all punchlines is contained in what Lack wanted to all my new twenty fifteen

MSNBC show that never was. It tells you all you really need to know about the last word with Lawrence O'Donnell and MSNBC and O'Donnell's place in TV history at its demise and the end of MSNBC. NBC new president Lack was brimming with enthusiasm about this name that he had come up with for my new show, how Good the perfect title. Lack told me, we're gonna call it The Last Word with Keith Olberman, and I didn't laugh

for guffaw. I just said, Andy, you have a show called the Last Word The Last Word with Lawrence O'Donnell. Andy Lack now laughed, huh, hopefully not for much longer.

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Aaron Sorkins. That's countdown for this the one hundred and eighty first day until the twenty twenty four presidential election, and the two hundred and twentieth day since Dictator Jay Trump's first attempted coup against the democratically elected government of the United States. Use the justice system, use the mental health system, use the not regularly given elector objection option, use if it happens, presidential immunity to stop him from

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