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Politics : PRESIDENT GEORGE W. BUSH -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Zoltan! who wrote (202794)	11/14/2001 4:54:46 PM
From: gao seng	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 769670

Chris Matthews Really Stinks photo: bsnn.net Chris Matthews has been stinking since the day he was born. From his first bout with untimely public flatulence in the first grade, to his years of heavy drinking while a top aide to Tip O'Neil, Matthews grew up loving to stink. As a youngster he hated to bathe, refused to brush his teeth or wear a shirt, loved to get stinking drunk, and he always dreamed of the day when his mother could no longer force him to be hygienic or sober. Now as an adult, in-your-face TV journalist for MSNBC, he has finally gotten that chance. As host of television's Hardball, Matthews is infamous for his poor personal hygiene and his penchant for conducting interviews without a shirt. Chris Matthews was a speechwriter for President Carter before he became the butt of jokes on Saturday Night Live. In Now Let Me Tell You What. I Really Stink, the reader gets to know Matthews intimately. "It's what you'd get if you were sitting across the table from me," Matthews writes meaning, of course, a stiff shot of ungodly body odor and the stench of stale alcohol left over from years of overdrinking. The reader is treated to long and meandering stories about Tip O'Neil that seldom make a point or have a conclusion. For those smart enough merely to skim rather than read, Matthews provides section summaries under the heading "I Really Stink." The summaries include such Irish wisdom as, "In order to get a free drink, you first need to squeeze the waitress on the ass." From the Cold War to the September 11th attacks, Matthews gives a full account of what it means to be him. He reveals the deep psychological scars of a Catholic school education. He shares his life's adventures: two years smoking dope in Africa with the Peace Corps, the challenge of running for Congress without bathing, and his three decades kissing the "ass of the beast"; Tip O'Neil. Matthews' discussion of a uniquely "American Male Attitude" is especially relevant now. He believes that American men are the most freedom-loving people in the world and that our love of freedom can best be manifested in a disregard for the rules of personal cleanliness and conduct "dictated by a bunch of bitches." In Chapter nine, "Worldly Odor," Matthews offers fundamental precepts for success without succumbing to the trappings of personal hygiene. Sage advice like, "Don't let your bad breath stop you from asking someone for help," and "There's a magic that results when a person is forced to talk to you even though your breath makes them physically ill." I saw Chris Matthews speak about this book in an appearance at a local Booksazillion. He simply emanates stench. It's not an act created to sell books. The green fog from under his arms, the redness in his eyes, the smell of stale Bushmills on his breath is no trick of television. He's the real thing. And his malodor is palpable.