Richard Engel (born September 6, 1973) is NBC News's Chief Foreign Correspondent[1]. He was promoted to that position on April 18th, 2008 from being the networks' Middle East correspondent and Beirut Bureau chief. Prior to joining NBC News in May 2003, he covered the start of the 2003 war in Iraq from Baghdad for ABC News as a freelance journalist. He speaks and reads Arabic fluently and is also fluent in Italian and Spanish. Engel wrote the book A Fist in the Hornet's Nest, published in 2004, about his experience covering the Iraq war from Baghdad. Richard's newest book War Journal: My Five Years in Iraq picks up where his last book left off. (published June 2008)

A winner of the Edward R. Murrow Award, Engel grew up in the Upper East Side of New York City, and attended Stanford University in California, graduating in 1996 with a B.A. in International Relations. He left for Cairo, Egypt, with little money and no contacts or prospects because he felt that the region was where the next story would be. He first lived in a ramshackle seven-story walk-up, learned the Egyptian dialect of Arabic and worked as a freelance reporter out of Cairo for four years. Next he moved to Jerusalem, continuing his freelance reporting for three more years until the U.S.– led invasion of Iraq (where he has been predominantly since), and Engel was offered a position as a foreign correspondent with NBC.[2] Engel filed a number of reports from Lebanon during the Israeli-Hezbollah conflict, and as of May 2008, continues to cover Iraq for NBC. In mid-May 2008 Engel interviewed U.S. President George W. Bush, largely about his recent speech to the Israeli Knesset.

In an October 26, 2006 Washington Post article on Engel by Howard Kurtz, it was reported that he is divorced due to his duties covering the Iraq war.

She should worry about, not the putzes on the Straight Talk Express with the donuts and BBQ ribs...

@adnoto

Yes, LWM has said, and resaid, that he sometimes posts as "Ron Pauliac". He has never denied it. Having a second account with a different name (which you acknowledge freely) is not sock puppetry, by a long shot.

Look I don't really give a shit either way but now that I have inserted myself into the middle of this... I am not positive that "he has never denied it." Are you? I don't know the hard and fast definition of sock-puppetry but, IMO, it is sock-puppetry if a) it has ever been denied previously and/or b) if there is no disclaimer explaining it for those that wouldn't know.. who wouldn't have seen the many "admissions." I think the latter is at least one reason why Bucky felt it necessary to keep pointing it out... so that others would know.

Something about it does bug me... not enough to care or to call him out like Chris does but still I understand the irritation. And I must also say, as much as you all dislike Chris I happen to feel a certain affinity toward him. Probably because he seems to be equally as pissed off/outraged as I am and he is willing to fight the ridiculous "more and better democrats" meme. He may rub your clique the wrong way but, from what I have seen, he is at least honest in his dealings.

As for this...

The last guy who they thought was me, it cost him over $10,000 and two years in stir before he could adequately prove he wasn't. His wife divorced him, his kids won't speak to him, he was mauled by his own Rottweiler, and he still never got out of the paternity suits. He just made the damn support payments rather than try. -- Derbig Mooser

I have to say, in all sincerity, I do love you for your self deprecating humor.

when I saw Mrs. Greenspan on Olbermann talking about how "stressful" and "rough" the poor TV pundits and MSM journalists have it. Bad food and little sleep, like the rest of us are just lounging around eating... oh, wait... Nah. I don't eat bon bons.

These people live in a bubble just like Bush does.

I felt sorry for Olbermann because he probably wanted to laugh in her face but couldn't.

Partay!

Heck, I would have a second account, if I could think of another name. I did think of a very clever one once, but I didn't write it down, and then it was gone.

Since I first saw your name, I've thought of you as "the big mooser," someone who hunts mooses (akin to a mouser). Anyway, I thought of a couple of new names for you based on that:

Le Grand Chasseur

El Cazador Grande

Or, my personal favorite: Il Cacciatore Grande

No need to thank me.

P.S. If you don't like any of those, perhaps Pedinska can give it a try with the Slavic languages.

I gotta cook dinner. But I won't forget to thank God in my prayers for all my relatives who were killed in the Holacaust, or left Eastern Europe with nothing. No doubt, it made us "healthy"

http://www.drury.edu/ess/Logic/Informal/Overview.html

Do you want to talk about how many you just used in that one comment?

Obviously, since we have now the power to destroy the entire world, how can we justify not doing it on the basis of all the good effects it will bring. I mean shit, all those other things, Romans, Normans, Saxons, those were just stupid half measures! Let's do it right, and all at once!

I never, never expected the kind of sophomoric sophistry you displayed in that comment from you. Did you learn that because you spent your entire education being beaten, or not being beaten?

That's not what omooex is saying, not from my perspective anyway. What he's calling attention to is a centuries-old human observation. I've already told my anecdote about the Indian graduate student with caste mark and sari observing that on the whole, the British Raj was beneficial to India. For another example closer to my own heart: had it not been for the cruelties of the Norman conquest of England, we wouldn't have English. Should I feel guilty for appreciating the eloquence and flexibility of a language born in the suffering of so many?

Strictly speaking, I suppose I should, but the fact is that I don't. I value an abstraction -- the plays of Shakespeare -- over all the poor Saxon thanes gone under the ground at Hastings, and the generations of their descendants treated as chattel in their own lands. Mea culpa.