Chris Matthew’s obsession with man-love is really beginning to disturb me. I don’t know what happened to him as a child but his need to smell the English Leather of aspiring presidential contenders is really quite creepy.
While discussing the Democratic presidential candidates on the August 8 edition of MSNBC’s Hardball, host Chris Matthews asserted: “I don’t see a big, beefy alternative to [Sen.] Hillary Clinton [D-NY] — a big guy. You know what I mean? An … every-way big guy. I don’t see one out there. I see a lot of slight, skinny, second- and third-rate candidates.” Matthews prefaced his comment by saying, “I guess I’m thinking of an Eddie Rendell were in the race — the governor of Pennsylvania — or if [former Vice President] Al Gore were in the race or someone else who’s a good heavyweight to be running.”
There’s something in Matthews’ demented brain that makes him swoon for big-boned men. Men that are actually fit, have flat-stomachs, and normal sized bone structure seem un-presidential to Tweety. The disturbing part is that he keeps imposing his idiosyncratic man-love preferences on an unsuspecting public. I mean, who can forget this:
MATTHEWS: Does [Fred Thompson] have sex appeal? I’m looking at this guy and I’m trying to find out the new order of things, and what works for women and what doesn’t. Does this guy have some sort of thing going for him that I should notice? . . .
Gene, do you think there’s a sex appeal for this guy, this sort of mature, older man, you know? He looks sort of seasoned and in charge of himself. What is this appeal? Because I keep star quality. You were throwing the word out, shining star, Ana Marie, before I checked you on it. . . .
Can you smell the English leather on this guy, the Aqua Velva, the sort of mature man’s shaving cream, or whatever, you know, after he shaved? Do you smell that sort of — a little bit of cigar smoke? You know, whatever.
It’s just gross and Matthews should stop it.
This is MSNBC’s marquee, go-to guy for serious political coverage and his basic analysis revolves around the relative beefiness and man-scentedness of the candidates. It’s embarrassing.
