Anchor Joe Kernan hosts the show without his jacket but fully garbed in an off-handed manner, laced with sarcastic disdain for any idea that’s deeper than a cliché or a wise-crack. He sounds off throughout the morning like a regular on the corner stool of your neighborhood bar. Becky Quick, his co-anchor, reads her teleprompter with the urgency of a football play-by-play announcer and comes up with fresh insights like asking, as she did last week, what President Obama’s mortgage plan will mean to her since she pays her bills and mortgage on time. She actually beat Santelli to his rant with this question, but she didn’t incite a riot among commodities traders so she didn’t make YouTube.
Their favorite piñadas—they make no pretense to political objectivity—are, in no order of importance since they openly despise them all: Al Gore, Howard Dean, Jesse Jackson, Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi, Ted Kennedy, Al Sharpton, and Al Gore (yes, he gets two mentions—they hate him that much).
There was nothing new in Santelli’s rant the other day. It just had enough juice added to what goes on every day to catch the YouTube crowd.
For now, I prefer to get the actual numbers for the day’s market horrors from CNBC’s crawlers while I listen to NPR. But with the worst financial crisis in the country’s history descending on us with the ferocity of the alien invaders in Independence Day, it sure would be helpful if these so-called “reporters” brought the same gravity to the financial news as Walter Cronkite once brought to the news news.