I've always had a soft-spot for Bill O'Reilly. For years, I adopted him as my clownish, ill-tempered, yet somewhat intelligent, Irish uncle. His frequent dismissal of dissenting opinions and impatience with kooky leftist hacks truly warmed my heart. And besides, without him, there would be no Stephen Colbert. The horror!
Ah, how times have changed. Rather than appeal to my mischievous, authoritarian impulses, he's now constantly aggravating my sensible ideals and hopeful soul. So, I switched to Keith Olbermann, gradually growing more distant from crazy uncle Bill. Now I laugh at O'Reilly rather than with him. Tragic.
Then came his sparky and thorough interview with Obama this week. The four-part discussion not only made Obama look capable and assertive - indeed, the O-Man called his guest 'tough' - but showcased O'Reilly's talents and genuine character. So, after that electric session, my respect for O'Reilly has improved considerably. O'Reilly? O'Really.
Yesterday, he even came to Obama's defence, chastising both the media and the McCain campaign for this lipstick jungle nonsense. To be fair, Bill-O has never been a pathological dingbat or even a calculating figure. That said, his buddy-buddy status with venomous pricks - Hannity, Rove, Morris - remains troubling. But, on a personal level, the past days have reminded me that liking uncle Bill was never that crazy after all.
1 comment:
No, it was pretty crazy. I can't believe you like the Factorman. Might as well like Himmler, though he's probably a little more to the Left.
But a poignant post nonetheless. Brought a tear to my eye.
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