Posted on 09/02/2007 3:31:21 AM PDT by Excuse_My_Bellicosity
Katie Couric's first blog entry from Iraq is probably one of the best examples of a lack of humility mixed with ditz one could read. Then again, we are talking about a rich, liberal, irrelevant anchorwoman….
August 31, 2007
Katie: Greetings From Baghdad
Here I am, my first day in Baghdad… It is overwhelming to be here and there is so much to take in.
It's all about you, Katie. Enjoy.
I don't think most Americans understand what the Green Zone is, and many people feel those who live and work there are so cut off from what's happening in the rest of the city, it's like living in a bubble. I guess that's why the author of a recent book on the zone named it “Imperial Life in the Emerald City.” Our living conditions are hugely luxurious compared to what most Iraqis experience. We've taken over a house rented from a wealthy Iraqi entrepreneur; it has air conditioning, multiple televisions (which makes sense, of course), and a pretty spacious kitchen.
If most Americans don't understand what the Green Zone is, then it means people like Couric haven't been doing their jobs. Some of us who watch news programs other than "The CBS Evening News with Katie Couric" have a pretty good understanding.
What a waste of air fare….
Read here.
“I was kind of wondering why she didn’t stay with a typical Iraqi family so she would have to suffer so many feelings of class guilt.”
But, that would be so beneath her. Liberals don’t live like they tell us too. Rules don’t apply to them.
For most of us the word "ostensible" means an assertion that's questionable or doubtful.
So when Catie says the corkscrew is "ostensibly" (questionably or doubtfully) to evade rockets, what exactly does she mean? That it's actually done to scare journos? To make them believe something that's not true? That it's done for some other nefarious reason? Maybe George Bush ordered that all landings must be corkscrew landings?
Catie's ostensibnly "a reporter". I wish she'd reveal what she's actually thinking here.
I wonder how she lives with herself.
September ratings ploy
I was willing to cut Katie some slack when I heard she was going to Iraq.
Now that I’ve read her piece, I’m back to my usual disgust of her. Her writing and thinking is shallow and self-centered. We are getting another colonoscopy bit from her.
“Daddy packed the suitcases in the car. I waved bye-bye to my friend Johnny. Daddy started the car. We backed down the driveway. I screamed “Are we there yet?” Daddy swatted me over the head with a map. I didn’t care if we got there or not.”
ROFLMAO!!!!
“I wonder how she lives with herself.”
In a Park Ave penthouse & a place in the Hamptons with the rest of the limoliberalsofNewYork...
Katies little essay sounds like a seventh grader doing her first back to school assignment on,’What I Did on My Summer Vacation’.(She should have stayed with pom pom twirling, there she showed some small talent).
Katie's here!
I'm leaving the Green Zone very shortly for my own FOB.
I got tired of the bowing and the scraping. It starts to put a crick in your back after a while.
I was hoping Katie and I could get our nails done together and stuff, but I have to...ummmm....wax the floor or something.
One simply has to laugh at the manner of her blog entry. It's very Seinfeld-ian. She blasts everything the Americans have done or not done, but at the very end says about the troops: "I don't know how they do it. But they do, and we should be grateful." Welcome "home"...
Be sure to show her the soles so she can appreciate the fact they have no holes in them.
great catch
Vanna White could have gone over there and turned letters and said more than this stupid liberal!
She could always do the Sheryl Crowe one-sheet (minus one). Being Katie, what she leaves behind probably doesn't stink, either.
Day Three: I am alone. Except for the occasional sounds of friendly fire “oops, sorry” incidents, I fear the sound of silence will drive me to walk the streets in hopes of finding the elusive “happy Iraqi”. I long for room service and a triple latte (extra chocolate nibs on the whipped cream, please), and a decent Tibetan rug vendor who understands the difference between Taupe and Fawn Brown. My heart is heavy and my butt is weary. Or is it the other way around? I don’t know. Time means nothing here. And words mean even less. Except for mine. I know I am making a difference. Some of the locals are actually inviting me in to try on their family belts. Although slightly uncomfortable, the built-in clock is a definite multi-functional accessory. And it comes in Taupe. Finally, someone in Iraq ‘Gets it’. Maybe I AM making a difference.
Catie ought to try that corkscrew landing in a C-130, sitting on an unpadded nylon webbing bench, wearing 50 pounds of upper body armor and a kevlar helmet, and having all of this compressing your spine straight down into your seat as the plane hits 3 or 4 Gs downwards at the start of the corkscrew.
It’s “ostensibly” very uncomfortable. Even alarming the first time.
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