I love to hate Bill O'Reilly. Since he has been in the news lately with that whole "I'm more powerful than anyone" business and the "I'm going to quit if my income taxes go up" shenanigans, I decided it was a good time to share a previous post from OGT. Although I wrote this almost 2 years ago, I'm sure that all of the details still apply. All of them. Read on, girls....
Some of you lovely gals asked for more details about my experience working with Bill O'Reilly when I mentioned him here. Back in the late 80's, I worked for Inside Edition as a producer and Bill was the anchor. He was not really known for his kind and thoughtful demeanor. Here's an example.
I mostly got to stay away from him except when he decided to go to Haiti to do a story. Bill's story concept was about how the entire population of Haiti is gripped by the claws of Voodoo. In fact, an extremely small percentage of Haitians embrace Voodoo, the people there are Catholic, and by a very large margin. However, as I learned working for 2 decades in TV news; never, ever, let the facts get in the way of a good story.
Anyway, I spoke enough French to be his translator, so I "got to" go. Let me just say that being in Haiti with Bill O'Reilly is like being in hell with Satan. He is literally incapable of speaking about anything other than himself. He is so obtuse, that when the waiter at our hotel asked him IN ENGLISH for his dinner order, Bill turned to me to order for him. So I did, IN ENGLISH.
Back in New York one night, a friend of one of the other producers had an alcohol soaked night of "passion" with him. She reported back, of course. I therefore have it on good authority that he is (as Lily Allen so beautifully puts it) "small in the game".