I’m ashamed that Bill O’Reilly hails from my own neighborhood, the Salisbury part of Westbury (which he calls the “Westbury part of Levittown”) — ashamed that we had produced such an uncivil, demagogic bully.
(By the way, whatever you call Salisbury, it ain’t Levittown; on the contrary, kids from the real “Westbury part of Levittown” went to Clarke High School,
in the East Meadow School District, which extended halfway through
W-bury and conveniently stopped at Old Country Road, right where the
African-American
community begins. That’s the real “Westbury part of Westbury,” if there is such a place).
So, O’Reilly choreographs a hissy-fit on Fresh Air with Terry Gross so he can bash NPR and sell more books — surprise. And now he refuses to relicense segments of their interview.
Still, after listening to the bad behavior (and bad acting) that passes
for a celibrity tantrum, I think O’Reilly doesn’t hold a candle to Gene Simmons.
