Bob Franken Just Doesn't Give a Shit Anymore
Bob Franken just forwarded us the email he sent out to all his good friends at CNN, where he no longer works. It's got fewer vulgarities than the farewell email we send our fellow Gawker Media employees every week or so, but the tone's about the same:
Anybody want to buy a used CNN jacket?
There's this live shot I always wanted to do:
"AND NOW FOR A REPORT ON WHAT THESE WASHINGTON DEVELOPMENTS MEAN, WE GO TO CNN'S BOB FRANKEN. BOB, WHAT DO THEY MEAN?"
"NOTHING WOLF. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING"
Rest of it's after the jump.
As I depart "...the greatest political team in television", I wanted to make sure that I clearly stated that my time here has been fraught with meaning. FRAUGHT
It has meant friends, unbelievable shared experiences, friends, laughs, friends, frustrations, friends, exhaustion, friends, remarkable accomplishments. Rats, I'm running out of friends...
Which brings me to why there is no goodbye party:
1) Too sappy
2) I'm not ready for a funeral
3) If I hear one more person say "You know there's life after CNN", I'm going to throw up.
4) No one was planning one anyway.
This has been a long run, but it's just a warm-up. Which is my dopey way
of saying I will simply be taking my act to another stage.
It beats growing up.