I’ve mentioned before my general low grade simmering loathing of Katie Couric and her smarmy, self-impressed, “I’m the mother of a teenaged daughter so I know how pesticide affects Mongolian cabbage farming” know-it-allness, name dropping, vapid little invading troop-bait self. (I know, she’s a widow, but I ain’t even goin’ there so hush up about it.) But she’s hit some new lows (and that’s saying something) since Katrina.
The other morning she asked the Governor of Louisiana “So what was your reaction when you saw the damage?” (The reaction you’d expect: “Shit, I got my ass out of bed to see a bunch of water? I’m going back to sleep.”)
She asked a reporter standing in knee deep water in the French Quarter “Do you see looks of panic on people’s faces as they look for their loved ones and their homes?” Okay, I’m not in New Orleans or south MS or south AL, but I think I can safely divine the answer to that one. She also asked something to the effect of “So how bad is this compared to the tsunami?” WHO GIVES A FUCK! It’s a separate disaster entirely and both are really really really really really bad. Let’s wait for the final casualty and rebuilding figures before we start chanting “We’re number 1! We are the devastatedingest!”
This morning her guest was Harry Connick Jr., who braved the roads to get back to New Orleans where most of his friends, family, and the family of his band members live. In addition to Pulitzer garnering queries like “How bad is it?” and “What’d you think when you heard it had hit?” she asked him
“So have you heard from all of your relatives. I know that your mother died when you were thirteen.”
THEN I GUESS WE CAN SAFELY SAY HE HASN’T HEARD FROM HER, CAN’T WE KATIE! Jesus, why is that relevant other than to prove you know Harry Connick Jr. has a dead mama?
Anyway, not earth shattering, but just thought I’d share. And just so there’s no misunderstanding of my meaning, I hate Katie Couric.
She can’t be worse than that hideous bitch Nancy Grace’s feigned outrage over the lack of an instantaneous federal response to the hurricane. Moaning, slapping her forehead and such, all the while asking Andersen Cooper (on scence in NOLA) a litany of stupid leading questions in an indignant voice.
I didn’t see this interview, thank goodness, but this crap is exactly why I can’t stand Katie. She’s supposed to be an interviewer, but she asks questions that could be answered with a simple “Yes” or “No” and that infuriates me. I desperately want to be interviewed by her and take a Magic 8 Ball with me.
“Were you worried about your safety as you ran away from the raging forest fire?”
Katie Couric makes me want to hurl. Forrest Gump could ask better questions than her. I’d rather hear about of his life than hers…too bad he’s fictional.
I haven’t had much to laugh about recently, but reporters do ask a bunch of stewpid questions. An ABC reporter was asking an LA (lower Alabama) National Guardsman how did he assess the situation of an oil rig that collided with a bridge. He replied in a “your not the brightess bulb on the Christmas tree”, “I assess the situation the same way as you do. That oil rig collided with the bridge.” One of the last good laughs I’ve had recently. Bless that reporter’s heart and Katie’s too.
