Anderson Cooper
©2013 Craig Ashby
Digital Photograph

I love Anderson Cooper is one of those scrawls like Jim Joe. It makes me wonder if Mani was a one night stand who had to profess his undying love for a brush with fame. Needless to say I don’t share Mani’s feelings.

In general journalists are grotesque people. It’s a career that claims to strive for unbiased reporting. You would think that one of them would have gotten close at least once by now.

Here is my favorite story of an interaction with a journalist. It was around the time of the Bear Stearns debacle.

Ernie and I frequently go to the cheaper grocery store in our neighborhood. It’s called Big Apple Meat Market. We both love it.

Outside a “savvy” reporter from The New York Times had positioned himself outside the market. His angle was so simple. Let me ask if the poor people are enjoying the downfall of the rich.

Pure bias. It wasn’t a question of not shopping at Food Emporium, the upscale option, because they are the shittiest. It was pure baiting and assumption.

I saw everything about him so clearly. And he saw that I saw him. And then I told him that I wasn’t the kind of person that took enjoyment in such a horrible thing.

Then I told him what I found really grievous was his angle. Especially coming from a newspaper that completely under reported the horrific abuses of the Bush administration post 9-11. Their lack of service to journalism was far more criminal than Bear Stearns hooligans.

He quickly moved out of arms reach.