Monthly Archives: April 2017

Where’s Bill?

Once again I find myself in Bill O’Reilly land.  My mother had a heart attack and I am in St. George Utah helping her out while she is in rehab.  She will be 98 next month and is remarkably adaptable.  The woman barely weighs 100 pounds, but a total hip replacement two years ago was merely a small setback.  As I am observing the progress of her cardiac rehab I suspect she doesn’t know what all the fuss is about, and considers the whole thing to be a mild inconvenience at the very worst, only because she now has to wait a week to get her hair shampooed and styled.

But what the heck is going on with Bill O”Reilly?  I know he is involved in that sexual misconduct scandal, but geezuz I though the president pardoned him.   After all, President Trump believes Bill to be a genuinely good person and did nothing wrong and publicly asserted the point.  The president has to now feel he is really getting somewhere with his pussygrabbing agenda.  Couple that with his “I’m going to bomb the shit out of em” policy he has to be giddy with a sense of accomplishment. Never mind he seemed to have misplaced an entire carrier strike group that’s roaming around somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.

If you visited St. George previous to this week, what you saw in the early evening on every television set in the city was this:

          

Typically Bill follows you around wherever you are in St. George.  In order of above TV screen shots left to right, here is Bill two months ago on my hotel lobby TV, on my mother’s TV, on my mother’s living center TV, on the TV of the bar I went to to get away from Bill, and son of a bitch there he was on my fucking cell phone!

This week what you see at the same time slot on Fox News is this:

            

I can see why Bill likes his job. But speaking as an unwitting observer of the television viewing habits of the residents of St George, it appears Fox New is getting along just fine without Bill.  My mother, who admittedly might not have an exact understanding of all the indelicacies of Bills discretions, put it this way, “I don’t understand the attraction.”  Hopefully 13 million in law suits and losing a very lucrative but overhyped job will help Bill realize he’s not the big attraction he thinks he is.