Paul Harvey has died, aged 90. Shown here reading the 10 Commandments from rubbings he himself did from the actual stone tablets before they were smashed to bits, Mr. Harvey was proof of one of the most irritating and useless parts of the American Dream: You can be an empty huckster who steals from others and schills unashamedly your whole life and still be successful. It was a great-uncle of mine who brought to my attention that Mr. Harvey had lifted his whole schtick from Sportscaster Bill Stern, and it took Mr. Frank DeFord's writings to inadevertantly remind me of that some years later.
My first memories of Paul Harvey were hearing him do his twisty little stories about notable figures, usually while riding in my grandfather's car, and staring out the window. I could not believe that most people could not figure these things out before they got to the end, and then, with the benefit of age, could not believe most people didn't just already know this shit. In later years, my opinion about Mr. Harvey would solidify a bit, due to the crap on the Stihl Chainsaw video we had in 1996, and then later even further. Anyone curious about Mr. Harvey's political affiliation need only review his list of subs who did the show in his absence: Fred Dalton Thompson, Mitt Romney, & Mike Huckabee. Huckabee played his into his own touchy-feeley talk show, too.
Mr. Harvey passed away while listening to the sound of his own voice on Bose Wave speakers, and lying on a Select Comfort mattress. At least he had the decency to do it after the CPAC was done - can you imagine the litany of saccharine crap we'd have had to endure?