There’s a running joke in our family and here’s how it goes: A couple of years ago, my in-laws were lunching with some friends when the subject of travel came up. The woman at the table stopped and looked straight at my mother-in-law and said, “Pam, you’re not still flying commercial, are you?” Oops, sad to say she had to answer in the affirmative.
And now the elite media will have to just say yes to that query. Boy, are they ever hopping mad about it, too. Reports far and wide yesterday proved this point as establishment journalists howled long and loud with complaint about having to fly first-class commercial to catch up with Secretary of State Rex Tillerson. To add insult to injury, the only reporter on the T-Rex jet was – gasp – a conservative.
It turns out Erin McPike of the Independent Journal Review was the only journalist on board with the Secretary of State. IJR, if you are not familiar with it, is an excellent media outlet with first-rate news and commentary. How dare they usurp the hallowed aisle of the jet while Andrea Mitchell and company had to demean themselves to the same strip search every American goes through when they board an airplane.
And oh, the ghastly food. AirlineMeals.net only serves such items as Caviar Imperial De Sologne in first-class. The French would label such horrors sans classe. Well, at least they didn’t have to shell out for booze. But there was more degradation to be endured: having to wait in the jetway with deplorables, and horror of horrors – having to share the airplane potty with all those little people. Good grief. Then there is per chance having to sit with other first-class passengers, some of whom may have even voted for Donald Trump. Unimaginable.
Let’s face it, first-class on an international commercial flight isn’t exactly the Grace L. Ferguson Airlines (And Storm Door Co.), but the uproar by the elite media suggests they might as well have been traveling by jitney. Of course, they couched their seething in tweets that suggested that honest coverage of the Secretary of State could not possibly be accomplished without riding in style aboard Tillerson’s private plane. Really? Only the English word derived from the Dutch dialect for soft dung seems appropriate: poppycock.
The Conservative Treehouse hit the bull's eye when they wrote:
We can only imagine how Andrea Mitchell must be seething at having to take simple first-class commercial flight accommodations with ordinary people. The scope of the almost unimaginable horror she has to face will soon pour from her pursed and vengeful lips. We can predict a retaliatory report soon from the wrath of the ignored elitist within NBC. This shall be, as they say, epic.
The Acting State Department Spokesman said the move was two-fold -- to cut costs (guess who pays for all those journalists to fly on the government plane?) and an effort to include a “broader representation of U.S. Media,” according to Reuters.
The nerve of these people.
