Dylan Byers, one of the groupthink poodles
over at Politico (I refuse to link that site), priggishly wrote as only Dylan
can, “NBC's David Gregory, the subject of a now-popular police
investigation, is on vacation and will not host this Sunday's edition of Meet
the Press."
“The
Washington Metropolitan Police Department launched an investigation this week
into whether Gregory and NBC violated city laws when he displayed what appeared
to be a gun magazine on last week's show. Today, the police issued a statement,
saying NBC had been told before last Sunday's show that it was ‘not permissible’
to show a high-capacity gun magazine on air.”
“Gregory's
vacation was scheduled prior to last week's show, according to NBC. [Sure it
was.] He is scheduled to host the Jan. 5 edition of Meet the Press." [He
will if he’s not still on the lam.]
NBC News has
declined to comment on the investigation. Clearly the Peacock Network’s shyster lawyers
are stalling for time to see if they can conjure up some sort of journalistic
privilege loophole. They can’t have
their precious end up in prison wearing a red wig and being forced to be
mindful when bending over to pick up the soap he dropped in the shower.
The bottom
line on the Gregory swirl is the DC cops have every right to know how he got
his hands on both of the magazines he waved in front of the NRA’s Wayne
LaPierre and what has happened to them since the show.
I’m sure you
already know that Mr. “Subject of A Now-Popular Police Investigation” sends his
kids to a Washington-area school protected by armed guards; the
same school, incidentally, that his O’liness’s kids go to. Oh. The. Irony.
I’ll close
this post with this thought from a
fellow blogger and add that I wish I had said it:
“Mr. Gregory’s journalistic irresponsibility is one of the reasons why I’m pushing for a high-capacity magazine ban. No one has any legitimate reason to need a copy of Mother Jones, The New Republic, or Time with more than 10 pages.”
That is all.
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