But like any cable news guy, he’s a mortician: The other guy’s dying is his living. His youthful, friendly countenance-I can attest from meeting him several times and attending a book party at his home-is genuine. Carlson, skilled at corroding a guest’s argument with sarcasm, rarely sprays them with the sort of vitriol Bill and Sean naturally secrete. Fox bookers recruit guests according to the day’s headlines, bringing in both conservatives who buy the Fox agenda as well as liberals, lefties and febrile loons willing to play the palooka for a couple of short rounds. The Carlson show, like most Fox nighttime fare, steers by the O’Reilly and Hannity compass, making him a ‘lil brother of the big boys. Today, Stewart is that vaguely familiar bearded fellow who occasionally pops up on the tube, and Carlson is cable TV’s new prince. Carlson, who was previously the bow-tie wearing butt of Jon Stewart's 2004 barbs, has swapped spaces with his tormenter.
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