Chris Matthews’ Leg has a fever. And the only prescription, apparently, is . . . more power and attention.
Thus, Chris Matthews is planning to run for the United States Senate.
If you’re a manic bloviater who considers the sound of his own voice a rare and beautiful gift to all mankind, and deems every thought that pops into his head worthy of robust vocalization, then sitting at a network that gets lower ratings than The Colonoscopy Channel is just wandering in the wilderness.
The promised land is the club for pompous gasbags like Teddy Kennedy and Robert Byrd. You belong in the Senate.
Or so a certain self-aware appendage has been telling the man to whom it’s attached.
Sometimes a leg just has to run. As does the mouth.