Barbara Walters and The Peanut Gallery

The recent Barbara Walters interview on television’s ABC coolly defined who really is the beer-swilling, hockey-watching, female magnate in the American media. It could not have come at a better time, because her interviewer coolly and easily defined the Extreme Political Right. What girly-man actually himself would believe that people do not killed everyday? As an active journalist working in a decade where violence has escalated to historical terms, how could anyone with a straight face actually believe it was politically incorrect to ask a sitting Russian president if he had killed anyone? It was a great question. Conversely implying that flirtations with a dictator also were politically incorrect cements the sheltered, naïve, and self-serving persona of the Extreme Political Right. Whence does this breed come? “Dick and Jane get married right out of college, buy two car home, have babies, and live happily ever after.” Wake up and smell the coffee man! In what universe are you living? “A mafia? You mean a crime family exists from Italy that actually ‘whacks’ people?” The disparity between interviewer and interviewee clearly defined the two extremes present in everyday American politics. It simply showed the people who work and enjoy working for a living and those given life on a silver platter. “Don’t want daddy to get his hands dirty jerking off old Fidel?” Daddy would rather sit at corporate board room table with his reading glasses in a gray suit asking ridiculously anachronistic questions.” It’s easier. It couldn’t have come at a better time. With the recent days media barrage of “Who is the real Hillary,” it was refreshing to see two things. One was a good journalist, and one was a liberal.