The February issue of GQ, featuring Superjournalist Naomi Cambell’s Superinterview with Venezuela’s Superpresident will hit the streets later this week. So let’s take a moment to ponder exactly what sets Ms. Campbell apart from her colleagues when it comes to doing the journalism, because there are a few things that spring immediately to mind:
* You’ve seen her boobs.In conclusion, whatever GQ is paying her, they need to double it, stat. Are you as excited as I am? You can shoplift your own copy Thursday and Email your favorite passages to BoRevNet (at) Gmail (dot) com.* And seriously, if Tucker Carlson were to emerge, all naked and pouty, from a subterranean burrow like some sexed up Nubian groundhog, it just wouldn’t work so good.
* Seymour Hersh would probably never ask a sitting president if he’d heard of the Spice Girls.
* And Diane Sawyer might have a hard time asking a world leader if he’d consider “following Russian President Vladimir Putin's example and posing for topless photographs.” (He says “maybe”).
* A Fox News anchor would never explain to the world how much happier Venezuelans seemed now than ten years ago.
* And nobody else could get Chavez to mention Bush’s ass.
