I don't know what kind of war journalist he was (never heard of him before) but hopefully his career in cutting edge journalism has been dulled so much he'll go back to war. First episode he's chasing down witchcraft in papua new guinea. Not only was it not believable but I got the sense that the natives were smiling all the time because all of it was some inside joke he didn't get. Then, it devolves to doing interviews in supposedly shady countries where they're supposedly, constantly in danger and not allowed to ask certain questions for fear of arrest or worse. Don't worry, he doesn't, and they don't. But then he goes to the US and basically calls southerners in the US racists that can't give up their past. There went all credibility because I've been spent a lot of time in the south from savannah to baton rouge and racism doesn't exist any more there than in other parts of the US. Easy to prove too, without even getting out of the house, if you look at the demographics, economics and political structure, state by state, county by county and city by city. But not him. I doubt he can even spell google. No, he relies on 'football' statistics, and apologetic white southerners. Sheesh what a ridiculous piece of yellow journalism. And besides, talk about the pot and the kettle, why doesn't he do a piece on his own country and treatment of aborigines. Do a piece on slavery in australia and the rabid hunt to exterminate and subjugate the aboriginal peoples, who up until the brits and convicts showed up, had the longest known civilization on the planet (yep, google it). Or, how about a piece on aborigines today in the outback living on reservations scattered here and there between lands that were stolen from them.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention fashion week which was like watching a chimp draw with crayons. And his piece on hollywood which was about as entertaining and provocative as the lint in my underwear.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention fashion week which was like watching a chimp draw with crayons. And his piece on hollywood which was about as entertaining and provocative as the lint in my underwear.
