Tim Russert, roundfaced fuck, "dead" at 58

Finally somebody worth shitting on croaks. Russert, or Russell, as I liked to call him, to his fat round oval moon face, was a total fucking disaster, just sitting there waiting to attack and smudge my sterling fucking reputation. How dare that miserable little weasel contradict the lies I was telling! Who the fuck did he think he was? Ohhh, a journalist. I don't think so. A faggy actor, if you ask me. And look at him, the pussy, dead from one measly little heart attack. Man up, shit brindle. I've had EIGHT! Didn't stop me. Half my body is composite materials, maybe, and I never sleep, but I'm still here. I love that song. Anyway, guess who can't say that anymore? Fucking Russell, that's who.