Feeling Foxy

Crazy like a fox, indeed

Watching “Outfoxed” has made me wonder anew how Bill O’Reilly ever got a job in media, much less kept a job in media.

And then I remember, it’s Fox – and that’s not really media.

I’ve never been a fan of the network – through my in-laws watch it 24 hours a day – but watching a film about the ins and outs of the network’s inner-workings had me so angry I could hardly watch it. And every time a clip of O’Reilley came on, I found my jaw dropping and my blood pressure rising.

And when he told Jeremy Glick, the son of a World Trade Center victim, that Glick’s father would be disappointed in his son’s views that America should not have invaded Afghanistan, I almost cried.

How does this man verbally abuse his guests, sexually harass his employees, and still remain on the air? Who supports this? How on earth does this man have a podium?

According to “Outfoxed,” O’Reilley, Limbaugh, Hannity, Coulter etc. have a venue because of one man: Rupert Murdoch, a billionaire media mogul with a conservative agenda. As a member of the media, I’m savvy enough to recognize that this so-called documentary was not entirely objective. But I care enough about the future of the media and the country to recognize the inherent dangers of a propaganda machine that bills itself as a part of the free media.

I'm just reporting -- you can decide -- that I chose to put ol' Bill's photo on the righthand side of my blog. I hope it makes him all warm and fuzzy inside.