The living, breathing evidence of how a snooty British schoolgirl accent doesn’t necessarily exempt a so-called “serious journalist” from sounding, time after time, like a royal twit! First a jolly Happy Birthday tweet to Zimbabwe barbarian Robert Mugabe, then a whoopsie little backpedal. Have a tyrannical Stalinist regime in your hemisphere that needs some MSM whitewashing? Try Christiane interviewing Fidel Castro’s niece.
Talk about a romanza Cubana! My goodness, such wonderful dynamic “demographic changes” among the young ‘uns in Cuba!!!
You might also try “Christiane Amanpour” and “silly” on your favorite search engine and behold the results. An updated version of Roseann Roseannadanna (Half Iranian!!!!, half British), the “distinguished” Ms. Amanpour leaves her heart (and less money) at CNN tearily bound for ABC and way bigger bucks. There she repeatedly surpasses herself with seemingly unsurpassable twaddle. Unsurprisingly, that junket ends abruptly. Where is our intrepid journalist now!? Back at her beloved CNN, still laughably pretending to be an unbiased journalist while damning the West, celebrating Islam, consistently cheerleading the standard Leftist line with carefully pursed lips and a steady gaze. Sooner or later, this Nellie Bly wannabe will be spending more quality time with her family as is the wont of involuntarily retired “journalists” and shamed politicians.
Hard Hitting, Hard-Working, Air-Kissing “journalist” hits up celebrities, carrying forth the “journalistic” cause of truth, justice and hobnobbing with the Right People, even deigning to meet with Oprah for a Hard-Hitting 11 page tongue bath. As Oprah gushes, “… the calm in the middle of one international storm after another…I saw that reporting isn’t a job for her, it’s a mission.”
The perfect coif, the spotless designer safari jacket, the bomb-shelled bunker backdrop: sober evocations of Ernest Hemingway, Martha Gelhorn, Dorothy Thompson, Ernie Pyle, Giorgio Armani…
Hard-Hitting, Hard-Working Working Girl, bedazzled by and Having It All! [Cue up “Mary Tyler Moore Show” theme song.]
The simple, unpretentious trappings of success. But don’t get the wrong idea: “People think I relax with a Kalashnikov-I don’t.” We don’t believe a word of it. Of course you do!