The Hill
According to Tim Russert’s recently released FBI file, a voicemail message believed to have been left by a 75-year-old man (he was “extremely difficult” to live with, according to his wife) said:
Yeah, Tim Russert, Mr. Clinton’s, uh, polls are down and yours is down. We haven’t forgotten I’ve called you a couple years ago and we still got you on the f—king platter. Believe you me, motherf—ker. That goes for your 15- or 16-year-old kid, too. You protect him, you motherf—ker. You’re no good, you’re absolutely no good, and nothing would treat me or do me any better than to put a bullet right between your f—king eyes, you p—k.
Kevin Bogardus reports Justice Department lawyers declined to file charges against the suspected caller, but the FBI told him if he continued to make threats, he could be prosecuted.
Mike Allen reports Luke Russert is on the cover of the Father’s Day PARADE magazine with an essay about what he learned from his dad. He writes:
When I was a freshman in high school, I had a terrible time with geometry. My dad found me a tutor, but I still struggled. So my teacher suggested I meet with him at 7 each morning … I told my dad, ‘That’s crazy! I can’t do that!’ He replied, ‘You’re doing it. I’ll bring you.’ Every morning at 6:45 a.m., we’d leave the house. Despite working 12-hour days, often with a ‘Today’ show appearance between 7 and 8 a.m., my dad never once missed driving me to school. … On the day of the final, … [h]e got out of the car and walked with me the first 20 yards. Then he hugged me and said, ‘Luke, believe in yourself. … I love you, and I know you can do this.’ … I ended up passing, and it’s still one of my proudest achievements. When I got my grade, the first person I called was Dad. He screamed, ‘Yes! You worked your butt off, buddy. You earned it, and you believed in yourself!
Dad was a big believer in random acts of kindness. It was not uncommon for me to come back to my room in college and find a FedEx box containing magazines, a Twix bar (my favorite), and a note from him. The packages brightened my day. It wasn’t so much what they contained — it was that my dad, the busiest man I knew, took the time to show he was thinking about me. When I started at NBC News, a coworker … told me … [h]e was working for my dad when his own father became seriously ill … Whenever he asked [for days off], my dad always said yes. But he did much more. My coworker talked about the many emails and phone calls he got from Dad, just checking up on him and his sick parent. When his father passed away, my dad sent flowers and gave him all the time off he needed. The man said, ‘I hadn’t even been at NBC for that long, so to know Tim Russert cared that much about me and my family meant the world to me.’ … Take it from me and my dad – the little things do matter.
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