Frozen Food Heir Unfrosted

At Salon, a look at Tucker Carlson, which claims he used to be good. Not bloody likely, we say, although it's possible that when Tuck moved from typing to editing/publishing/whatever-it-is-he-does he passed his level of competency, Peter Principle-style.

But ...

There were warning signs, of course. Like every other raging asshole who goes into journalism, Carlson idolized Hunter Thompson (that piece has the classic “I did a lot of really cool drugs once and it was no biggie” anecdote beloved of sad “rebel” libertarian poseurs). He repeated the same stale stereotypes masquerading as clever observations (NPR listeners driving Volvos turn up with some frequency in his writing going back to the 1990s). But what really destroyed Tucker Carlson, respected magazine journalist, was TV. TV exposed him as glib, smug and not nearly as clever as he thought he was. (Maybe it exposed how well edited he’d been for so many years.)

Oh, our theory somewhat confirmed.

Plenty on what a fishwrapper The DC is, of course.

Now, you are saved from reading to the last sentence; some theories about America's aristocracy of merit may be confirmed as well:

And the fact that his full name is Tucker Swanson McNear Carlson, and that his brother’s name is Buckley Swanson Peck Carlson.