Geraldo Rivera: Man of Conviction
What an awful story from West Virginia. For days the families of the thirteen trapped miners waited to receive word on their loved ones, and miscommunication caused everyone to believe that twelve of the miners had been found alive, when in fact, only one had been found alive.
I was listening to Sean "Chickenhawk" Hannity earlier today and heard him introduce Geraldo Rivera, who was at the scene with the families last night. And I immediately changed the station.
Anytime I see Geraldo come on TV or hear him get interviewed on the radio, I turn it. I can't stand his sensationalistic, over-the-top descriptions of things. It wouldn't surprise me if he claimed credit for singlehandedly saving the life of that one miner.
Against the demands of police and mine officials, I rappelled into the mine armed only with only a gas mask and a trench knife. After walking in pitch darkness for several miles, fighting off bears and wolverines as I advanced, I spotted the group of miners. Twelve were, unfortunately, deceased, but one was trapped under a boulder and crying for help. I lifted the boulder and cast it aside, then used my knife to perform surgery on myself so I could give my left lung to the miner. It was a heroic and selfless act, but please, don't give me any credit. The credit here goes to the brave rescuers who ...
And so on. The experience that forever turned me off to Geraldo happened while I was still in high school. During the Iraq invasion in 2003, I would sit in my living room at night and watch the embedded reporters with Fox and CNN for hours as they reported with the advancing Army and Marine units. One night -- I will never forget this -- I saw Geraldo doing a live report and drawing a battle plan in the sand. He drew out the main road on which the military was going to be advancing, even saying the name of the road, then drew out the cities that the military was going to pass through on their way to Baghdad. I remember thinking that he probably shouldn't be doing that. And sure enough, a few days later, I read an article saying that the Pentagon had expelled Geraldo from Iraq and that he was forbidden to return for so many months. Knowing him, he probably parachuted into Iran via a secret CIA plane, snuck over the mountains and into eastern Iraq, and lived with the Bedouin until he could make his triumphant return to the camera. Because that's just the kind of guy he is.
I was listening to Sean "Chickenhawk" Hannity earlier today and heard him introduce Geraldo Rivera, who was at the scene with the families last night. And I immediately changed the station.
Anytime I see Geraldo come on TV or hear him get interviewed on the radio, I turn it. I can't stand his sensationalistic, over-the-top descriptions of things. It wouldn't surprise me if he claimed credit for singlehandedly saving the life of that one miner.
Against the demands of police and mine officials, I rappelled into the mine armed only with only a gas mask and a trench knife. After walking in pitch darkness for several miles, fighting off bears and wolverines as I advanced, I spotted the group of miners. Twelve were, unfortunately, deceased, but one was trapped under a boulder and crying for help. I lifted the boulder and cast it aside, then used my knife to perform surgery on myself so I could give my left lung to the miner. It was a heroic and selfless act, but please, don't give me any credit. The credit here goes to the brave rescuers who ...
And so on. The experience that forever turned me off to Geraldo happened while I was still in high school. During the Iraq invasion in 2003, I would sit in my living room at night and watch the embedded reporters with Fox and CNN for hours as they reported with the advancing Army and Marine units. One night -- I will never forget this -- I saw Geraldo doing a live report and drawing a battle plan in the sand. He drew out the main road on which the military was going to be advancing, even saying the name of the road, then drew out the cities that the military was going to pass through on their way to Baghdad. I remember thinking that he probably shouldn't be doing that. And sure enough, a few days later, I read an article saying that the Pentagon had expelled Geraldo from Iraq and that he was forbidden to return for so many months. Knowing him, he probably parachuted into Iran via a secret CIA plane, snuck over the mountains and into eastern Iraq, and lived with the Bedouin until he could make his triumphant return to the camera. Because that's just the kind of guy he is.