A little gossip and speculation is worth some time and rumination.
The Most Oddly Funny Story of the Week
…has to be the scrape Bill O’Reilly finds himself in. I wrote an interesting missive recently about political talk show hosts, and included a long report on Mr. O’Reilly, host of the O’Reilly Factor on Fox News, keeper of the “No Spin Zone”, promoter of “pithy” commentary.
Either read the wise and funny missive or take my word right now that I was not flattering to Mr. O’Reilly. Who I regard as a righteous Blow-hard, wannabe Rush Limbaugh, almost-a-liberal, and blatant media prostitute.
Snort. For all of his lambaste, doesn’t the poor Reading, Pa.-Boy- done-good indulge in some spicy x-rated phone conversations with a subordinate no less!
To the males out there in la-la land…when you ever gonna learn?
There are no laws against x-rated phone conversations though I thought Mr. O’Reilly was married and there is a stigma about making such calls to women other than wifey-poo. Still and so, a spicy phone conversation is kind of fun once in a while. Given the right circumstances and responsibility by the parties.
Two things: NEVER get involved in anything even suggestively sexual with a subordinate. Not in any way or any fashion. It’s stupid, dumb and total indulgence of sexual organs over common sense. If the love and/or lust bug hits between superior and subordinate, one or the other should transfer or get a different job completely. If it’s true love, it’ll survive. If it’s just plain lust not worth the bother of separating the job relationship for the short-term joy, better to call a 900HOTMAMA number and avoid the possible consequences.
Grandmother doesn’t often give romance advice to men but hey, I was inspired by Bill O’Reilly.
Bill O’Reilly has never denied the accusations and it’s widely accepted that the accuser is telling the truth except for that little part about sexual harassment. I have this story nailed down tight.
The producer of the accusation set Mr. O’Reilly up. And like the very act of breathing this pre-election season, it was all for politics. Because all phones have what we use to call flash hooks back when I actually worked making telephones. Nowadays disconnecting a phone call might require the push of a button, the snap of a cell phone lid, perhaps even uttering the word “goodbye”.
That young lady didn’t have to sit and listen endlessly to O’Reilly’s descriptions of ‘double love’ and shared showers in Malibu. She could have hit that flash hook straight away.
Instead, it seems she hit the ‘record’ button on her tape recorder and boom, the whole world can listen to Bill O’Reilly’s pithy descriptions of manage a trois topped with whipped cream. Perhaps stupid Bill could sell audio tapes on his web site.
For the intent was NOT to really sue Mr. O’Reilly and get money. Well, there might be an attempt to get money but the part about lawsuits and court cases is a formality only. Perhaps the young lady used the tape to bribe Mr. O’Reilly. It’s exactly as ole Bill accuses and it might be true. For Mr. O’Reilly has a lot more to lose by exposure of the tapes than yon average Joe. Though yon average Joe has no small embarrassment given the same circumstance. Especially with the wife and everything. But Mr. O'Reilly's public personna is built on his reputation as a hard-nosed, tough hitting pundit from the wilds of Reading Pa.
Once a guy like that becomes a laughing stock the whole deal goes out the window. Fellow like Mr. O’Reilly might pay to keep the audio tapes silent.
I’ll give Bill credit. He came out swinging, even breaking the story himself. Right off the bat we feel sorry for this poor man beset with money-crazed hussies extorting his sorry self for money. Note, ole Bill never denies the story.
We know it’s true, Bill.
And by me this pretty much wraps up your place in history. Who, by me again but also by many whom I’ve read, was an object of scorn most times already.
Still I must snort because Bill, ya done everything wrong and in the end, behaved just like that hoodlum from Reading, PA.
You dope.
Guess Who Forgot the Sharpie Pens?
For the first time in over 5000 years Afghans were able to vote for their own leader. Now the UN isn’t able to enforce its own resolutions, condemns Israel on a regular basis for fighting back against those who would drive them into the sea, is unable to even garner a skeleton “peace” force to deliver emergency supplies to Haiti.
One would think the least this multi-multi-multi billion dollar useless institution could do is monitor elections, right?
Yet the sharpie pens used to mark Afghan hands with indelible ink lest they vote twice were NOT indelible.
Seems the UN geniuses forgot to bring the right pens.
At least that’s the story told to the press. Myself would not be surprised if some of those UN types DELIBERATELY forgot the right pens. Hard to tell with that crew. Sometimes they’re traitorous and most times they’re simply stupid.
For want of the right pen those morons almost overturned an entire election for a group of people who hadn’t tasted the freedom to vote for many centuries.
And this group is coming to monitor American elections? They’ll leave hanging chads everywhere.
How Can We Possibly Vote Without the British?
Seems The London Guardian desperately wants Bush to lose our upcoming election. To this end, not that it isn’t plainly none of their business, the paper urged its readers to please email citizens of Ohio and give them a British citizen’s concern about our election and its result.
English helping us vote-UK Guardian
I don’t know why Ohio, perhaps because it’s a battleground state.
At any rate and no mind however many of the paper’s readers managed to obtain email addresses of Ohioans, the entire incident has caused quite a flap. Especially here in America as one might imagine. Americans take great umbrage in any hint that foreigners are rooting around in their affairs.
Europeans are different. They love it when the world pays attention to their internal affairs that they may display their fine brocade coats, sober spokesmen in front of crumbling castles, bewigged barristers drinking fine wine while opining on the subject at hand. Europeans live and die for this stuff. They really love it when Americans become obsessed with their royalty and the tourist dollars that result.
These same snobby Europeans, who accuse Americans of being thoughtless, crass and crude, didn’t consider one whit the offense such an effort by a foreign newspaper would cause to Americans.
Americans don’t like this stuff and a thoughtful Europe would have considered this for all their finesse of diplomacy. No one in Ohio is going to honored at being contacted by a nice English lady urging her or him not to vote for President Bush. I daresay even the Kerry voters would not like this but I might be wrong about that. It really doesn’t matter that Europe would consider American umbrage at the notion of a little political advice from a friend across the sea to be the WRONG reaction and proceed nonetheless.
All we hear from the liberals in our world is ‘diversity, love, peace, respect for others, insert-other-Oprah-Winfrey-words-here’. Surely they know that Americans have a bit of a chip on our shoulder what with being charged with taking care of the world when, first chance, the entire world conspires against us, secretly hoping that Saddamn would take us down and helping him to this end. Besides, no one else on this planet has created a government as great and wonderful as ours so why on God’s earth would we listen to another country’s well-meaning citizens?
Okay, I’m on a bit of a rant here and exaggeration reigns. But check out some of the letters from Americans at the Guardian site in reaction to their scheme. One moon-pie from California writes of her adoration of England’s great concern for our election but beyond that, hey, the reaction is pretty graphic. Maybe not all that diplomatic, ahem. Yes, there’s some serious cursing going on here. Not to mention the hatred and disdain Americans have for British teeth.
Now I suppose the British, via this effort of the Guardian, can sit back and drink wine with other European diplomacy. The Belgians and Germans and Danes can munch cheese and complain about the crass Americans, chastise their bad language, lament of how they tried to help but the snot noses wouldn’t have it.
All in front of a crumbling castle, of course.
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