Margaret, whatever happened to common sense? I eat a lot of pie. I have a fat ass. I get the connection. You hardly eat anything, walk everyday and a strong wind could blow you over. Again, I get the connection. So why is it so hard for Bill O’Reilly over at Fox News to understand the connection between what he says and how someone responds to what he says?
It’s just not that big of a leap to see a connection between the television news calling someone a Baby Killing Nazi over and over again and some religious fanatic deciding to finally pull the trigger. I get that it is not quite the same as the pie making my ass fat, but I don’t work for Jenny Craig. Bill O’Reilly, however, works for Fox News. The emphasis, of course, is on that last word – News. He should know better. He is paid to know better. He should be fired for not knowing better.
Fox isn’t called the Editorial Channel. Neither is it called the Opinion Channel. Last time I checked it wasn’t even called the I Pulled This Bit of Information Out of My Ass In Hopes More of You Will Tune In Channel. Although, I would push for that last one if Rupert Murdoch put it up for a a vote.
No. It’s called the Fox News Channel. So someone explain to me where exactly is the news or even the journalists. Anytime you try to pin someone down over at Fox for irresponsible journalism they claim that they are news commentators and not journalists. You’re on a news channel you moron so if you are going to be a commentator then you should be commenting on the news and not your misinformed opinion about the private medical decisions made between a woman and her doctor.
You’re either a news channel or your not. Fox is not. You are either commenting on the news or you are not. Mr. O’Reilly is not. To be honest, I am not even sure what the hell he is doing. From where I sit – on my big, fat ass – it seems like he is yelling “Fire” in a crowded movie theatre.
Margaret, tell me if I am being too picky. You don’t get to say you are one thing and then act like another. Do you? You either are or you aren’t. Mr. O’Reilly needs to shit or get off the pot. He pretends to be a news reporter when it is quite evident he’s a TV tabloid personified. Oh wait a minute. I feel like maybe I am skirting the issue and not being clear enough. Let me see if I can put this in simpler terms. Mr. O’Reilly couldn’t win a debate against Helen Keller with one arm tied behind her back. I mean it is just so obvious and yet everyone seems to ignore it. He’s no Walter Cronkite nor will he ever be. Take me for example. I am a big, fat bitch. Love me or leave me. Tomorrow I am not suddenly going to wake up and become Miss Manners with Jennifer Aniston’s ass.
But be it big or small, one thing I know for sure. Bill O’Reilly can kiss my ass. I mean it really.