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Angry Mob Targets Tucker Carlson's Private Residence

Tucker Carlson changed my life.

On December 20, 2009, I got an unsolicited e-mail from somebody purporting to be the bowtied fellow who got called out by Jon Stewart that one time. This person, using Tucker Carlson's name, wanted to know if I could meet him to talk about a job offer. I assumed it was some sort of prank, of course. Why the hell would a TV pundit want to talk to an obscure, pseudonymous flyover blogger like me? This Tucker Carlson impostor said he could fly me to D.C. to talk about it, or if I preferred, he could fly out to meet me, wherever I was. Knowing in my heart that it was some sort of cruel prank, I called the hoaxster's bluff. I replied that yeah, sure, he could fly out to Indianapolis and I'd meet him at the airport. I figured that would be the end of it. Joke's over, right?

That was not the end of it. Less than 24 hours later, I was sitting across from Carlson at a Starbucks in the Indianapolis International Airport, and he was asking me to work for him. Starting immediately.

"Actually, why don't we go meet everybody right now? I'll fly you back with me to Washington and you can come see the offices we're setting up. Everyone would love to meet you."

And that's what happened. Tucker basically kidnapped me. I accepted the job, of course. Within a month, I'd moved to Washington, D.C. and was there for the launch of the Daily Caller on January 11, 2010. I worked at the DC for almost eight years, and it was the best job I've ever had. I'd still be working there today if it were up to me, but that's another story.

Tucker Carlson flew halfway across the country on a moment's notice to hire a guy whose real name he didn't even know. He launched me from complete obscurity to somewhat less complete obscurity, just because he liked my blogging. I'd think it was crazy, if it hadn't happened to me. Actually, I still think it's crazy. I am eternally grateful that the man is out of his mind.

He also helped me soon after my arrival in D.C., when I was struck down and severely injured by a State Department SUV. He pushed my wheelchair through slushy D.C. sidewalks to go see a lawyer he recommended, who eventually got me a settlement. I couldn't have gotten through that whole ordeal without Tucker. He was my boss, and he was and is my friend.

So, the following news makes me very, very angry. Peter Hasson, writing at my old haunt, the Daily Caller:

A left-wing mob showed up outside Fox News host Tucker Carlson’s house Wednesday evening, posted pictures of his address online and demanded that he flee the city of Washington, D.C.