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I love Rosie O'Donnell.
I love that she's loud. I love that she's a lesbian. I love that she hates Bill O'Reilly (and a whole long list of other brainless twits including Donald Trump...and I'll forgive her for liking Tom Cruise because we all have moments of weakness).
I just think she's awesome.
Apparently so do lots of other women, because viewership of that estrogen-fest ABC show The View is up something like 15 percent since she came on board a year ago.

But she's leaving. She says it's because contract negotiations with ABC failed. I think it's because Barbara Walters is a two-faced, ass-kissing suckup. Walters has been trying to distance herself from Rosie since day one. She brought Rosie in to boost the ratings, but at every turn she avoids showing any sort of support for Rosie. When Rosie and Trump got in a verbal fist fight, Walters was quite slow to come to her star co-host's defense. And then there's the most recent to-do, when O'Donnell was criticized for using bad language and attacking Rupert Murdoch at the annual New York Women in Communication awards luncheon.

Here's what Walters had to say: "I would like to point out that Rosie's view is not always mine. I would like to say for the record that I am very fond of Rupert Murdoch."

Well I would like to say for the record that I can't wait for Rosie to get her own show again. And I predict The View will get canceled within the next year. Maybe Barbara can ask her media buddy Rupert for a new job.

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