I feel a bit for the street reporter here, for being between a rock and a hard place. It seems as if he’s trying to juggle at least three different conflicting interests while attempting to do his job: those of the property owner, who clearly wants him off his land; the blow-dried idiots on the anchor desk; and the studio producer and possibly the director as well, all jabbering in his ear at the same time.
I agree. It’s kind of hard to make an informed decision when you’ve got three people yakking at you at the same time, PARTICULARLY when two of them are your “superiors” in the hierarchy and they clearly don’t have a fookin’ clue what the heck they’re talking about.
Yes, he should have just told the studio offal to shut the fuck up and vacated the premises, but really, I’m sure he’d like to have a job tomorrow too, and it’s a sure thing that the CEO desk jockey of the station isn’t going to side with a reporter if the blowdried studio turds raise a ruckus.
Which is why my ire was and remains mainly directed at the talking airheads, particularly the birdbrained bimbo with her “if he touches you, it’s assault” bullshit. If it wasn’t clear and the poor street reporter caught an undue amount of the shrapnel, I apologize. I can commiserate with him a bit.
The clownshoes in the studio, on the other hand, can go unceremoniously fark themselves. AFTER they’ve taken a remedial course in basic property law. Preferably by being beaten upside the head with a concrete version of the relevant statutes.]]>