Oh, that unfortunate Texas fellow who used to enjoy being on the television more than a big o'l fat cockroach fixin to dine at the grease dumpster outside a Shoney's in Dallas on a hot summer night.
I do miss his nonsense. Almost as much as I enjoy sittin by the fire with an open gasoline can in front of me and two paranoid pole cats sniffin at my six o'clock like Charlie at midnight in the delta.
How's my Dan Rather impression?
LOL!