Loving Bill O'Reilly (in a Completely Platonic, Brotherly Way, of Course)

No, not me! Heavens to Betsy, no!

From General JC Christian:

I love Bill O'Reilly (in a very heterosexual, almost Leavittown, Buenos Aries Hilton combat experienced kind of way, of course) and nothing gives me more joy than to see him rant about Media Matters. I just can't resist watching as his face deepens in color until it's like an over-ripe tomato swollen to the point where the skin begins to tear. And the eyes, my God the eyes, growing larger with each angry sentence he utters until finally they seem as if they are struggling to tear themselves loose from their sockets to do a grotesque swan dive into the puddle of drool forming on the desktop beneath his chin.

One of these days, while he's in the middle of a particularly harsh diatribe, his head is going to explode. It'll be Fox's greatest moment, one that will be replayed more often than even Howard Dean's scream. Hannity will call it a Hillary plot, Hume will cite it as a reason to drill for oil in Yosemite, and Greta will declare a portion of O'Reilly's skull to be white, female and missing.

That's why it's important to contribute to Media Matters during their fund drive.
They may be as French as shredded green beans, but by God, they're going to give us the greatest of all television moments.