I don’t know a lot of the people included in the New York Press’ list of The 50 Most Loathsome People In New York, but Bill O’Reilly’s entry alone made it worth the read:
Ah, yes, after two near misses, the sun-blotched king of swing finally makes the list. O’Reilly is the classic lace-curtain Irish boor: thin-skinned, wistful, bloated and delusional, and a whining Miss Nancy to boot. His personality would be a desperately pitiable object if he weren’t also the kind of behind-the-scenes suck-up demagogue who will one day be Commissariat of Information and Media Punishment in George Bush’s Emergency Third Term. This is a man whose only answer to challenge is girly tantrums, a man who screams down Al Franken when Franken busts him for lying about winning a Peabody Award, who cuts his guests’ mics when they disagree with him. He calls his fellow Americans ‘traitors,’ ‘unpatriotic’ and ‘dangerous’ when they simply refuse to agree with the president. When O’Reilly suggests that for Valentine’s Day we buy each other copies of his lousily written, poorly researched, mendacious tracts, we see a man looking for the love his drunken abusive daddy never provided to the one and only daughter in the family.
