Immediately following the press conference given by Sergeant James Crowley, Chris Matthews and his guests started raving about what a great job he did and how he might have a future in politics if he wanted one.
Matthews: We're back with Roger Simon and Mark Whitaker after that, I have to say remarkable press conference Roger because I have watched politicians for about forty years now. He's better than most of them.
Simon: Is this guy suave or what? We had a cordial and productive discussion. It's like a head of state. He was good.
Matthews: Well he answered a lot of questions. No apologies. He said they're going to look forward. They're going to have a meaningful discussion later, not over a beer, but a serious get together. Mark your thoughts.
Whitaker: No apologies and probably no law suit from the body language. He says they're going to meet again. My guess is that Skip Gates loves to do documentaries.
Matthews: And he will be a player?
Whitaker: I wouldn't be surprised that they're going to be players in a documentary. And I think we've seen that a star is born. I think this guy could have a future in politics, the media. We'll see.
Matthews: Look out Deval Patrick in the next election, the governor up there. We'll be right back. I have to tell you I, well I feel like we're watching a.. Britain's Got Talent here. Right back with Mark Whitaker and Roger Simon and more of the politics fix. We've got our Susan Boyle here.
Now, for anyone who's been watching him for as long as I have, this is another obvious man-crush remark by Matthews along the same lines as his "furrowing up his leg" statement about Obama, or the "Aqua Velva" remark about Grandpa Fred. Tweety just can't help himself. But it seems he's got the Freepers up in arms for comparing Crowley to Susan Boyle.
As creepy as it is to watch Matthews with no filter as usual and just letting the first thing to come into his brain pour out of his mouth, and expressing another of his man crushes on the air, I really don't think he was trying to insult Crowley.
