Kelly is trying to make news not report it.
She’s perfect for what passes for modern journalism.
She’s a conniving strumpet in a tight dress passing as a serious journalist. Oh, she’s damned smart and quick witted. Most times her quick wit serves her well. But she’s playing fiddles with a devilish virtuoso and she’s just not equipped to play ball in the Big Leagues. In the end, a strumpet nonetheless.
So what does Kelly do but bring fat, greasy haired, penis-on-a-stick Michael Moore to her sorry program, whereupon he kisses her ass as she laughs & smiles for the entirety of the segment. Blecch.
She sat there last night like Venus on the half shell waiting to be covered in flower petals by adoring eunuchs.