Nikki Haley’s interview with some provincial hick at Time Magazine.

Most people are concetrating on the absolutely inane question Gov. Haley got at the end – as God is my witness, the Time interviewer* really did ask whether the Governor tipped Sikh cab drivers more – but the entire interview is in its way engrossing viewing. If only because the interviewer clearly thought that there was a hick in the interviewing room (true) and that her name was Nikki Haley (false). I mean, I grew up in New York and New Jersey and I was humiliated by the utter unsophisticated provincialism of the interviewer; I would take some comfort that the woman’s accent suggests that she’s just some rube right off of the boat, but that’s cultural chauvinism talking.

Seriously. I know that NYC considers itself to be the center of human civilization and everything, but politics in South Carolina are not for the timid. They would play with knives down there if South Carolinan politicians thought they could get away with it; that Time interview was trivial in comparison. The real news would have been if Gov. Haley had flubbed it.

Moe Lane

*I have invoked the Blogging Mercy Rule out of sheer pity and decided to not look up the Time interviewer’s name. Normally I would not be this merciful, but it’s Good Friday and I can always stand to be a better Christian.

6 thoughts on “Nikki Haley’s interview with some provincial hick at Time Magazine.”

  1. Normally I would not be this merciful, but it’s Good Friday and I can always stand to be a better Christian.

    lol. I love ya, Moe!

    Happy Easter to you and yours.

  2. Of course good Christians fight evil, so don’t go soft. We’ll give you through Sunday and then it’s back on. πŸ™‚

  3. That Time interviewer is unbelievable. Now I remember why I don’t read Time.

  4. Did this video come from Time or from Haley’s people? If from Haley’s people, then it’s a brilliant move. If it’s from Time, then good lord, are they that blind?

  5. Jesus lies in the tomb.
    Lucky liberals, we are solemn and think long about our lives.
    Monday, we may let our inner Sherman’s run rampant.

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