BIDEN'S STUNNING STATE OF THE UNION MASTERPIECE - 2.8.23

Published Feb 8, 2023, 5:01 AM

EPISODE 129: COUNTDOWN WITH KEITH OLBERMANN

A-Block (1:41) SPECIAL COMMENT: The State of the Union Address has long since become an anachronism; devolving into a series of insiders talking to insiders and pointing to ordinary citizens as if they were creatures on display at a zoo; e a ritual with the meaning sucked out of it; an ever-louder arguing for resuming what President Thomas Jefferson first thought to do: to just write the damn speech and have somebody else drop it off at the House Chamber door

And against that backdrop of near-obsolescence, President Joe Biden absolutely KILLED The State of the Union last night.

At his finest, at his most robust, at his most combative, in his element, in the arena, throwing punches, blocking the hecklers, and unashamedly exploiting the undeniable advantage of having the only microphone in the room, he delivered a masterpiece. I don’t know how many of these I have heard and how many of the claims and promises and attitudes and catchphrases and applause lines I have heard at 9:30 and forgotten by 11, but this one I’ll remember: roads and infrastructure and education and insulin caps and unfair taxes and hidden service fees and cable costs and raising teachers’ pay and quadrupling the stock buyback tax, and non-compete clauses for fast food cashiers and “The Talk” and “Something Good Must Come From This” and “Do Something” and “Ban Assault Weapons Now”

And without one of them ever seeing it coming, he provided the coup-de-grace: baiting the Republicans into loudly and embarrassingly shouting and bleating and denying what they’ve all been murmuring about all week: baiting the Republicans into insisting no, they don’t want to gut social security and medicare.

And thank you to Marjorie Tailor Greene as Cruella deVil and Kyrsten Sinema as Tweety after the car airbags had inflated and especially Trump for choosing, of all days, the afternoon of the SOTU to accuse Ron DeSantis of "grooming high school girls."

Few political speeches are great. Fewer still are masterpieces. THAT was an actual masterpiece.

B-Block (13:29) POSTSCRIPTS TO THE NEWS: Flaco the escaped Central Park Zoo Eagle-Owl RETURNS to the zoo...and then leaves again for Wollman Rink but is scared away by the unbelievably loud P.A. system? (14:56) IN SPORTS: Aaron Rodgers doesn't know people close their blinds when they go to sleep and LeBron James once tried to get an ESPN sportscaster fired because he thought she was mean to him? (17:00) THE WORST PERSONS IN THE WORLD: American opinion weaponizes against The New McCarthyism and Kevin McCarthy's "Weaponization" subcommittee while George Santos may bring Lee Zeldin down with him, and a London tabloid anoints a dark horse GOP presidential candidate for 2024. Or maybe it's 2022. Or maybe it's 2020. They refer to all three!

C-Block (22:30) EVERY DOG HAS ITS DAY: Nigel, in New York (23:30) THINGS I PROMISED NOT TO TELL: Joe Biden's State of the Union last night may have been an epic all-timer. The 1998 one came at the very start of the Clinton-Lewinsky Scandal and MSNBC didn't choose an anchor for its coverage until almost the last minute. Imagine my surprise when that anchor turned out to be... ME.

Countdown with Keith Olderman is a production of I Heart Radio. I Am actually startled. The State of the Union Address has long since become an anachronism. Over the last twenty five years, it has become a series of insiders talking to other insiders and occasionally pointing to ordinary citizens in the gallery as if they were creatures on display at a zoo. It has become a ritual with the meaning sucked out of it, and with increasing regularity, it has become a stage for Republican simpleton's to disrespect the office and the officer with stunts and shouts and heckling, and winter after winter, it has doubled the argument for resuming what President Thomas Jefferson first thought to do, to just write the damned speech and have somebody else drop it off at the House chamber door. And under those cynical circumstances and with those diminishing caveats, Joe Biden absolutely killed it last night, at his finest, at his most robust, at his most combative, in his element in the proverbial arena, throwing punches, blocking hecklers, and unashamedly exploiting the undeniable advantage of having the only microphone in the room. Biden absolutely killed it. And I am an utter cynic on political speeches. I do not know how many of these I have heard, and how many of the claims and promises and attitudes and platitudes and catchphrases and applause lines I have heard at nine thirty and forgotten by eleven. But this speech I will remember. I will remember roads and infrastructure, and education and insulin caps and unfair taxes and hidden service fees and cable costs and raising teachers pay and quadrupling the stock buy back tax and non compete clauses for fast food cashiers and the talk and something good must come from this, and do something and ban assault weapons now. And I will remember Biden throwing away the ritualistic talk down to them speechifying in order to cut through and talk to the audience not in front of him but the one at home, and to be conversational, and to throw around that silly word, folks, and make it sound sincere and serious, and then, best of all, baiting the Republicans into loudly and embarrassingly denying what they have been murmuring about all week, all year, all decade, all century, baiting the Republicans into insisting loudly that no, they don't want to gut Social Security and Medicare, and then inspiring a chant of Usa Usa from Democrats for Democrats masterful. And thank you George Santos for standing there beforehand, trying to bull your way through, as Mitt Romney repeatedly said, embarrassing or embarrassed to you. And thank you Lauren Bobert for tweeting mid speech that when schools were closed in it was Biden who closed them somehow while Trump was president. And thank you Marjorie Taylor Green for wearing your bath mat around your shoulders like it was suddenly Halloween and you'd forgotten and you tried to build her own Coruella Deville costume. And thank you Kirsten Cinema for dressing up like Tweetie Bird after its car airbags had deployed, or maybe the banana phone. And thank you to speaker McCarthy for sitting there like a dyspeptic escaped owl. And thank you Sarah Huckabee Sanders for sounding like a broken p a system speaker in a nineteen fifty three bus station with a mouth provided by Senor Wentzes and proving that the rule of NEPO babies has now extended to the State of the Union minority response. To be fair, President Biden also had the help of somebody outside the room. I want to thank Donald Trump for deflating all Republican arguments hours before that speech, for completely overshadowing every criticism of the State of the Union address, of silencing in advance, every Republican who would try to insult Joe Biden, of shadow banning every tweet by Jim Jordan about how much the country Mrs Trump, of pomping every play of the video of Marjorie Taylor Green holding a kid's balloon, And what did I tell you yesterday? What did I tell you about the need for props as the only mean to communicate with the stupid demographic. So yes, thank you Donald Trump for choosing yesterday to accuse Governor Ron De Santis of quote grooming high school girls with alcohol as a teacher by recirculating a blurry photo on social media with his own caption that's not Ron, is it? He would never do such a thing. And when that did not get enough play, thank you Trump for recirculating it a second time, adding no way and before you knew it. Thank you de santis Is supporters, who then accused Trump of traveling quote aboard Jeffrey Epstein's lead to express thank you all for reminding us in real time that the essence of Trump, and the essence of the Republican Party, and the essence of American fascism in the twenty one century is ask not what your country can do for you, ask what your country can do for Trump. The State of the Union address has in this last quarter century devolved into not just a ritual, but into a string of interlocking rituals. The President says a dozen or two dozen or three dozen meaningless, vague things. The opposition party grimaces or eye rolls or yells. A thousand pundits miss the point in a thousand different ways, now nearly all of them on CNN. It is partisan when it should be nonpartisan, it is nonpartisan when it should be partisan. And most importantly, words are chosen and they are spoken in a specific way, a sublime meaninglessness. Then, after twenty five years of having to listen to these addresses, it finally struck me last night what I have been reminded of since night, or maybe earlier, half a century ago, there was an episode of the old TV series Star Trek called The Omega Glory. And they land on some planet like every other episode, and there are these rival groups like every other episodes, and they're called the Yangs and the Calms, and they're at each other's throats and their codes for living are these meaningless, ritualistic holy words, speeches of nonsense, syllables, the meaning of which none of them know. They just notice say the words. And finally, Captain Kirk, and yes, I understand, I'm invoking William Shatner to explain American presidential politics and government nonsense. Finally, Captain Kirk recognizes these ritualistic holy words for what they once were centuries earlier before the meaning had been lost and only some of the sounds remained and became distorted, and the Yanks became the Yangs, and the Commies became the Calms. They were speaking the Pledge of Allegiance and the U S Constitution and your average State of the Union address sounded like the Yangs and the Calms. That is what American politics in general and the State of the Union specifically have been moving towards since the nineties, and that they have not yet gotten there, and we can hang on to some small sliver of hope that they never actually will get there. Is because of that once in a decade or once in forever speech like the one last night in which President Joe Biden sang and shouted and whispered and bellowed and demanded and pleaded and most of all believed stunning startling a masterpiece. Still had another State of the Union quite a long time ago, the day they handed the keys to covering that epic addressed just as the Clinton Lewinsky scandal started to some guy who had no idea he was going to have to do it until the day before, and who had been giving the baseball scores just eight months earlier. Things I promised not to tell. Coming up. There is a Republican dark horse presidential candidate, but he has a major problem. He does not know if he is running for the nomination in the year or I've seen this and I still don't believe it. Worst persons ahead and Flacco. The missing Central Park Zoo Eagle owl goes back to the Central Park Zoo and then leaves again. Owl Watch twenty three continues, that's next. This is countdown. This is countdown with Keith Olberman. Postscripts to the news, some headlines, some updates, some snarks, some predictions. Date line, Central Park, New York City, Breaking owl watch twenty three news. Flacco, the eagle owl is home. He is inside the Central Park. Wait wait, there's more Flacco breaking news. Oh no, he's not at large since last Thursday, when somebody broke into his inn closure. Flacco began Tuesday right outside the Central Park Zoo grounds. Then he flew eastwards to a pine tree actually inside the grounds, and then to a birch and appeared to be headed home to his enclosure. But then at sunset he who did a couple of times and flew to the women ice skating rink, evidently astonished by the price gouging costs of renting skates there. Flacco flew north of the rink, and at last word he might be resuming a tour of the neighborhood. This is Sports Center. Wait, check that not anymore. This is countdown with Keith. You know, I might not be taking my news responsibilities as seriously as I should. In sports Aaron Rodgers is just out there. Huh. Last year, the once popular quarterback of the Green Bay Packers revealed he kind of lied when he intimated in public that he had been vaccinated against COVID, but then said he'd actually only been immunized, which meant he'd eating ants or bugs or I don't know, a horse or something. And then he revealed that he'd taken a t containing hallucinogens. Now, Rogers says he is going to go on a four day fournight darkness retreat right after the Super Bowl, which sounds great, we could all use that, but listen to this quote. We rarely even turn our phones off or put the blinds down to sleep in darkness. Rogers said, well, who in the hell doesn't took the blinds down? I mean, seriously, did you not think of that that they come down? That's why, so it could be dark in there. I mean, this guy went from being the spokesman for a multimillion dollar insurance ad campaign to a weird I think he's already been in a darkness retreat for a while now, and this one is almost as weird as Lebron James approached the all time NBA scoring record. My old ESPN colleague Michelle Beatle revealed on a basketball podcast that lebron quote tried to actually have me fired from ESPN's basketball coverage and replaced by another one of my old ESPN and Turner colleagues, Rachel Nichols. Beatles said he even direct messaged her once on Twitter asking why are you so mean to me on television? And Michelle is as mystified as the rest of us as to why he would bother and I'm jealous. The only people ever tried to get me fired on television were Dick Cheney and George W. Bush and Chris Matthews and Lawrence Donald and Joe Morgan and the Undergone and Rupert Murdoch. Now the daily round up of the miscreants, morons and Dunning Krueger effect specimens who constitute today's worst persons in the world. The Bronze, the House Weaponization Subcommittee, Washington Post ABC News poll indicating the country has a little bit of a problem with the new McCarthy ism. Is the new committee just an attempt to score political points? Respondence to the Post ABC poll, No percent, It's not just there to score political points. Yes it is. Fifty second question, our government agencies actually biased against conservatives? Yes, no, wrap it up, boys, You lost before the ball game even started. The runner up, former Congressman Lee Zelden, you knew that eventually, with the lives of George Santos now being measured by the number of freight trains it would take to carry them all, that there would be collateral damage. And it looks like it may be Zelden, as GOP bosses acknowledge, whatever is left of the House Ethics Committee is going to investigate Santos for what looks like that rare, one corrupt campaign fundraising process. One little detail jumps out dozens and dozens of Santos campaign expenses, all identified as costing one cents because you only have to keep receipts and present them for campaign expenses of two hundred dollars or more. Guests whose campaign expenses turn out to also be filled with deductions that all cost a hundred and nine cents each. Ex Congressman Lee Zelden twenty one of them on one day punchline. The Zelden and Santos campaign has had the same treasurer by Felicia, but the winners Steve Laughy, Emily Gooden, and as she has identified as the senior US political reporter for the British sleazy tabloid The Daily Mail and Gooden's publication The Daily Mail. The Daily Mail made a big deal yesterday about some sort of exclusive interview with this small town ex mayor Laughy, who is trying to position himself as the next quote Republican breakout presidential candidate. His name is Steve Laughy, and Ms Gooden writes, quote his plan to charge onto the New Hampshire debate stage and demand Republicans talk about ways to reform social security. Fine, I guess, except Ms Gooden and The Daily Mail and Mr Laffey apparently cannot decide on which year he is running for president. In the first version of this story posted online, read in order, quote is this the breakout Republican candidate? Then quote in four Steve Laffey hopes person that will be him, then quote he could be the candidate to catch fire during primary Emily Gooden The Daily Mail and Steve maybe he's a time traveler, Laughy, Today's worst persons and the word still ahead on countdown. It is twenty five years now since they basically pulled somebody off the street and had him host national coverage of the State of the Union address on cable news, and that somebody was me Things I Promised not to tell coming up first. In each addition of Countdown, we feature a dog in need you can help. Every dog has its day. Back to New York and Nigel. The last weeks of a dog killed in a pound are almost always the story of a self fulfilling prophecy. Nigel arrived last week of January, friendly, soft bodied, sociable, and then when playing he nipped at one of the hand wish not at their skin, he nipped at the waistband of their pants. So thereafter they refused to let him out of his cage. So now he's claustrophobic and panicking. So now they'll kill him because he's claustrophobic and panicking, and they'll do it as early as tomorrow. He needs our pledges to defray the cost of a rescue to save his life. You can find Nigel on my Twitter feeds. I thank you and Nigel thanks you. Now to the number one story on the Countdown and Things I Promised Not to Tell and the State of the Union nine. When I left ESPN and signed with MSNBC the first time in was not to become a political commentator nor even anchor. I went there to do with the president of NBC News America needed most a live, hour long news magazine show from Cecaucus, New Jersey. So unfocused that on consecutive nights we led with the threat of a terrorist group called al Qaeda, and then the next night we lad with the publication of the Farmers Almanac. I mean, this was the news at eight p m. The lead story that published the Farmers Almanac. Again, here's our live guest, the publisher. Here's a going to rain next year. I had regrets. Anyway, the good part of the job was sports. I hosted baseball in the World Series and even did some Super Bowl stuff for NBC, and in mid January I flew to the West Coast to work on that and do this magazine show, the Big Show on MSNBC from entertainment venues in l A, most of them associated with NBC. On the afternoon of Tuesday, January, were on the set of Third Rock from the Sun preparing to interview it's star John Liscow when my producer Phil Griffins citled, over you, my little friend, are about to become a political host, the President got caught with some chippy in the White House. Chippy, oh not sex. Sex looks like just you know, and then he lied about it in the deposition Saturday. I asked him how in the hell anybody knew about what the deposition said when it was just four days after he gave the deposition, and those things are supposed to be you know, secret preach me. Drudge put it out yesterday, and I asked him if credible news organizations like NBC were actually quoting an internet guy best known for his hat about what was a potentially impeachable offense. A lot of people were close on this story. Griffin said, we were close. Lisa Myers almost had at Sunday night. Newsweek finally put out a more detailed version about ninety minutes ago. It was their scoop. Judge just stole it from them. I think it was Isakov who wrote it. You'll have to interview Tim Russer to lead the show. The president may resign. We'll do it from right here. Back that up. What was that you said, we'll do it from right here? None part about the president resigning. The president might resign. Thus, half an hour later, I was hooked up by satellite with Tim Russer from the Washington Bureau, listening to him outline the possibilities that the president might resign before sunrise. I nodded with as much gravitas as I could fake, despite the elements of farces that were apparently obvious only to me in the story and in where I was seated. In the background of my close up stood the refrigerator from the kitchen set of Lithgos show Third Rock from the Sun, and on the refrigerator, complete with its decorative magnets, speaking there silent and suddenly completely hip gag. The magnets were a banana surrounded on either side by a strawberry. Phil I said to Phil as we tried to plan a smooth transition from that taped Russer interview about the possibil impeachment of resignation of the president to a taped interview with John Lithgow, and then back to the live speculations of a couple of political writers for the rest of the hour. We're not gonna have to do this every day, are we, Griffin laugh, of course not. What do you think this is the end of the world? He was right, We did not do it every day. We did it for two and eighteen consecutive shows, starting that night with the Banana and the strawberry magnets over my shoulder. Our ratings kept doubling. Following Tuesday, my thirty eight birthday, I was back in New York hoasting a round table of political heavyweights in the hour leading up to Bill Clinton's State of the Union address. That night, Andy Lack of NBC News and Phil Griffin had decided that I should host a second live report once the NBC Network guys Russer, Tom Brokaw a couple of others had wrapped up their analysis, which we were also carrying on MSNBC, so I would come on at eleven o'clock after Brokaw and Russert two hours. My little friend, this is our nightline. I was doing my best to keep a straight face when during a commercial break it maybe maybe midnight, halfway through my wrap up show, Griffin materialized next to my anchor desk. He had this stunned but not unhappy look, like when he used to smoke a lot of dope when we worked together in the eighties. We have the preliminary ratings, My little friend, I hope you're sitting down. I pointed at myself, seated in the chair. The pregame show that did a one point one. Our average rating at MSNBC before this presidential stuff came up had been an O point three. This was now four times the previous ratings. In the past week, it had searched to an O point six, and Griffin had insisted to me that Andy Lack was so happy he had wet his pants. But this is the kicker here, buddy. We have the immediate Since the president finally stopped talking speech, did an oh eight, Broke on Russer, they wrap up, did an O six. Since eleven o'clock you've been doing a one point seven. You have had three times the audience of Tom Broke, three times the audience of the old man himself. This isn't just people crossing over from NBC to watch more. This is people watching the speech, turning off the old man, then turning back at eleven to watch you. I tried to assimilate what he was telling me. For the first time in my life, my ego refused to cooperate. The stage manager barked his queue of thirty seconds until the end of the commercial break, Phil Griffin shook my hand. Oh, and by the way, um, that thing you said at the start of the hour about it was as if the Intern had opened the door to the chamber and said, Mr Speaker, the President of the United States. Um, that's already included in the Associated Press store one point seven, My little friend, don't f it up. Actually you can't f it up. We're in for the long haul now. Revel in it me quoted about the Clinton Lewinsky story in the main coverage of the State of the Union address on the Associated Press wire. Eight months after I stopped giving the scores of the Greater Stuttgart Invitational tennis tournament on ESPN, I had this sudden, horrible feeling that the usually slow to decide American viewing public had instantly concluded that, for some reason elusive even to me, they really like to hear me talk about the whereabouts of the president's penis. If I could have figured out how to f up the rest of the hour, I would have done it right then. I didn't. The next day it got worse. The ratings were so great last night, buddy, they want us to go live every night at eight and eleven only about the president. The eleven is gonna be called crisis in Washington. Finally we get what we want. Phil Griffin was dancing around, it'll be our nightline. Since joining MSNBC, I had not taken any time off, and I actually had a vacation booked in Hawaii the next week with a young lady. Uh yeah about that. Phil finally announced, well, that's what we have to talk about, Keith. They want you to commit to this release six weeks, so it's this or Hawaii. I explained Hawaii to fill. Black said he'd probably pay for you to go do that whenever this is over. I said, in my opinion, that probably would not be good enough, and Griffin said neither did he, but that it was just for openers, and Lack told him that I could have three wishes and I could anchor NBC nightly News at least on the weekends and a couple of times during the week just personally, I'd recommend you do it. I got the impression that the show is gonna happen whether we agree to it or not. Griffin said. He mentioned something Brian Williams or maybe John Gibson being poor second choices but viable ones, he said, viable ones. I told Phil I had some calls to make. Griffin suggested Lack needed a decision within the hour, that he wanted white House and Crisis on the air that night. Wait, that didn't sound like what he'd called it before, Phil, Is it white House in crisis or crisis in Washington? Phil Griffin seemed introspective for a moment, then got in touch with the news executive within what's the difference, It's going to be our nightline? I almost suggested to him that that should be the title MSNBC presents, It's going to be our nightline. On and on. This went for weeks, for months. I mocked the story. The ratings went up. I tried to quit the show. The ratings went up. I gave a speech insulting the network for covering the story. The ratings went up. Fox Sports approached me and offered me five times when NBC was paying me to go out to l A to do their sportscasts l A, which was kind of near Hawaii, nowhere near the Clinton Lewinsky story. And the ratings went up, and I was debating all this and the fact that I had a contract and I had agreed to do it, and then one night in early spring, I got home after another night of this crap, I put my feet up. I was half watching something on NBC while really just staring off into the distance, wondering what I had done to deserve this, mulling my own future, when the snare drum and the violent string section of an NBC news promo interrupted me Wednesday, on a very special edition of Nightline, Jane Polly and the former Miss America. There she was, for a second, head tilted, her look grave, journalistic, even scholarly, Jane Paully, the ten year host of NBC's landmark Today Show, the one who had then switched to prime time because the journalism had slowly ebbed out of morning television and she couldn't do it anymore. She was sitting there in a two shot with a Miss America from too many Miss America's ago, the former brunette, former redhead, now former blonde whose jet black hair made her look a little frightening. Why the hell was Jane Paul interviewing her on the signature, albeit superficial NBC thrice weekly magazine show Nightline No less well, in a split second, the promo gave me my answer, Jane, did you have sex with the President of the United States X Miss America? Yes, Yes, I did, announcer that's Wednesday on a very special edition to Nightline only on NBC America's news source. With genuine terror, I screamed, I shouted aloud to no one check please, and I called my agent to talk about Fox. The state of the Union is Alderman wants quit his job. Countdown has come to you from the studios of Alderman Broadcast the Empire World Headquarters in the Sports Capsule Building in New York. Thank you for listening. Here the credits. Most of the music, including our theme from Beethoven's Ninth, was arranged, produced and performed by Brian Ray and John Philip Shanelle, who are the Countdown musical directors. Guitars, bass and drums by Brian Ray, all orchestration and keyboards by John Philip s Chanelle, produced by t k O Brothers. Other Beethoven selections have been arranged and performed by the group No Horns Allowed. The sports music is the Alderman theme from ESPN two, and it was written by Mitch Warren Davis. Courtesy of ESPN inc. Musical comments by Nancy Faust. The best baseball stadium organist ever. Our announcer today was Kenny Maine, and everything else is pretty much my fault. So let's countdown for this the seven undred and sixty fourth day since Donald Trump's first attempted coup against the democratically elected government of the United States. Arrest him now while we still and the next scheduled countdown is tomorrow. Until then, I'm Keith Alverman. Good morning, good afternoon, goodnight, and good luck. Countdown with Keith Alverman is a production of I Heart Radio. 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