There is a Book for This
The authors are listeners. Channelers.
Presenters, in the best incarnation of their profession.
Within this treasure trove of story, in two hundred seventy-one sheaves of substance, in defiance of ("Danger! Warning, Will Robinson!) treading so close to Bulwer-Lytton territory it should have given me pause at least enough to think it through and give it one more draft, let alone commit anything to print, you will find a rarity in these troubled times for the written word: substance.
We're accustomed to compartmentalizing our media experiences with pithy platitudes like "David Gregory is the Donny Deutsch of news," so imagine the near-aphasia which dribbles out when confronted with the real deal.
Real, like Studs Terkel.
Because I mentioned Donny Deutsch in the text, I presume, my several paragraphs were lifted by an outfit called richestnetworthdotcom. My title and the pertinent paragraphs to Donny Deutsch must have been snagged by some sort of trolling bot, only with unintended hilarity. The phrase would have been better suited to an e-mail to The Stephanie Miller Show. "Hey Steph, I was just watching MSNBC when it occurred to me, etc" But it was snagged by a website with no editor.
I said "snagged by a website with no editor," boy. Ain't ya listenin'?
This all came about innocently enough with a self-search on the gOOgle. Everybody does it, right?
The search terms were "David Gregory is the Donny Deutsch of news" and it returned three entries from the aforementioned website. In a lightning quick 0.52 seconds.
Where the "... When it was Dr. Phil's turn..." came from, I haven't the foggiest. The link went here...