Impromptus today is a “London journal” — Part I. I talk a little about the BBC, that source of perpetual heartache and outrage. A reader writes, “Because of their Middle East coverage, I refer to them as ‘HaBibiC.’” Made me laugh. It also reminded me of that recent O’Keefe sting: The guys, those “Muslim Brothers,” say that they once called NPR “National Palestinian Radio.” The NPR execs laugh appreciatively, with one saying how much she likes the nickname.
Our reader further writes, “The people who claim to be feminist and pro-gay” — i.e., the crew at the BBC — “oppose the one country in the Middle East that does not subjugate women and persecute gays. What does that tell you?” Plenty.
Before I leave the subject of the BBC, let me say something I intend to note in tomorrow’s Impromptus — something in the BBC’s favor: They have, among their correspondents and personalities, many men and women who aren’t . . . who aren’t . . . um, Hollywood material. Looks-wise. I like that. These people wouldn’t be allowed within 500 miles of American television. Some of them might not even get character jobs on sitcoms.
Anyway, more later . . .