D.B. of the Week - Keith Olbermann

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Penn State students tweeted out a photo showing that they raised $13 million for pediatric cancer research.

In their tweet they wrote:

WE ARE!!!!

As is their custom of doing so...As in WE ARE PENN STATE!

Did anyone know that Penn State had some trouble a few years back because one of their former coaches was molesting boys on campus and their beloved coach Joe Pa may or may not have tried to cover it up?

(I crushed them here as a University. I wasn't happy with the perceived idea that football was bigger than what was going on. To shove it under the carpet was just about unforgivable to me).

But life moves on.

And the kids who tweeted out their fundraising efforts were proud of the work they did.

And they should be.

Except where there are good deeds there are D.B.'s.

Keith Olbermann, the know-it-all-moral-compass-of-the-world, who got outraged because people were dressed as Ray Rice for Halloween and made a video about how wrong that was because he's so freaking high and mighty, answered the Penn State tweet as such:

WE ARE!

...Pitiful.

Olbermann wrote 'Pitiful.'

Yeah.

What a disgrace to raise $13 million for pediatric cancer research!

And people were immediately defending Olbermann's right to free speech.

Here's the lesson again, folks...

...he is free to speak it...he's not free of hearing about something that was:

Lazy.

Petty.

Childish.

Stupid.

Unfunny.

And

Dopey.

Olbermann considers himself the watchdog of everything.

He's the guy who compared Derek Jeter to a mediocre baseball player who was undeserving of the adoration that Jeter was getting as baseball said goodbye.

He's also the guy who votes someone as the worst person of the world...every single day.

He's closed-minded.

He aggravates everyone.

He's always miserable on Twitter as he tries to tell everyone how smart he is and how stupid they are.

So, my turn.

Keith Olbermann is D.B. of the Week.

And while Penn State certainly made mistakes back when everything was happening...

...raising funds for sick children is not worthy of anyone's ridicule.

Even if you are the self-proclaimed smartest human being to ever walk the planet.

D.B.

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