Joe Wurzelbacher's first report is now up at PJTV for your viewing pleasure, or displeasure as the case may be.
War is hell, says Joe, who was raised as the child Kal-El on the planet Krypton, but now walks around Sderot, Israel like you and I might walk around Disneyland, in a T-shirt and comfortable pants. Joe's no Scud Stud. He's not even Clark Kent or Jimmy Olsen. He's more like, well, a plumber reporting the news. He's the EveryGuy, and that's exactly why lots of raw American Joes think he's a new-age Superman.
But the rest of us will continue to love to hate him, so to speak, because he lacks that certain je ne sais quoi that we look for and expect in a reporter. Intelligence, competence, and experience are all just words to Joe -- words he has no direct connection to. He says "ya know" more times than Caroline Kennedy has in her entire life, and can't even pronounce the name of the city he's reporting from. Did no one think to prepare this guy before putting him in front of a camera? Does the answer even matter?
No.
Joe is clearly fighting 'the never-ending battle for truth and justice,' and to hell with everyone who fails to understand that. To hell with the mainstream media, especially.
According to Joe, the mainstream media can't find the truth and won't report the facts, so he's there to do it. "I don't pretend to be a reporter; I didn't go to journalist school ... I was on the short end of the stick with the media, as well. Therefore, I'm here showing the rest of the world the truth of the situation."
Poor Joe, he wants us to believe that he's legitimate because he has a real and fuzzy microphone, but he makes it so hard. And the PJTV anchor that's helping Joe through his first day of work isn't helping in the credibility department. Now he's Jimmy Olsen. His "journalist school" must have used 1940's films as major reference tools. The only things he's missing are a big "PRESS" card in his fedora and a clunky flash camera around his neck.
Where's Lois Lane when we need her?
