<http://www.nytimes.com/2004/01/15/arts/television/15MILL.html>
Gotta love the "Lenny" tag -- as if Miller knew the guy personally. Bruce may not have been a comedy genius (that's open to debate), but he was fearless and a trailblazer whose career was literally taken from him in a way that Miller cannot imagine. Miller was sacked by "Monday Night Football" and ended up performing his poli-sci shtick on Fox and now CNBC. Plus, he's buds with W., the man, he told Time mag, he most admires. Wonder what Lenny would've thought of that.
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Speaking of Dennis Miller...
Submitted for your approval, a quite thorough dissection of Miller penned by Ross Vachon.
It starts like this -
The Last Refuge of Goofy Dennis Miller's Zionist Career Move
by ROSS VACHON
The Wall Street Journal thing was the last straw. Mammon's house journal had let the piss-ant drop a rant on a literary lion. God knows, Norman Mailer might have deserved once to be bitch-slapped by Vidal, stiffed by Lowell, a reticent look of dismay from Updike, but Dennis Miller? What person in his right mind would ever take shit from a goofball like that? Up until the flit did that, I hadn't realized the depths of his recklessness.
An unread newspaper transcript from one of the newly released Army-McCarthy Hearings tapes had lay astrew on my kitchen coffee table for days. By nightfall, it had sparked my Burmese twelve-year old Debonnaire's interest. She'd ripped it to shreds. It was unreadable. Joe McCarthy had always intrigued me, so gifted a demagogue, so sad a man. And, now, I'd never know the secrets of his last, pitiful hurrah. The little bitch had seen to that. Her socialist leanings had all ben a ruse. either, I lit up a Kool. Suddenly from nowhere- I heard a voice: Have you no decency, Sir? At long last, have you no decency? Luckily, I don't spook easy. The Ghost of Joe Welch was in the room. Incredible! Joe Welch, the Army's lawyer whose memorable rebuke had finished McCarthy for good- was paying a ghostly visitation. But what would Joe Welch's ghost want with me? What the hell had I done? And, then- flash! I got it:
Dennis Miller.
It wasn't me Welch was after, it was Miller. Where was his decency? Sure, that's why Welch's ghost had slipped in. Welch knew a louche jester is hardly a comparable figure to the most powerful junior Senator in American history. Hardly worth the trouble. But, Dennis Miller had become so thorougly indecent he was putting the country at risk. Aided and abetted by a media that was playing along, just as they'd done in the Red Scare years. That's the kind of thing a man like Welch would see right off. And, being the kind of man he was, it would stir up a hornet's nest with Joe Welch. He wanted to get his message out, and I was glad to oblige:
Once the country gives a forum to an opportunistic deceiver, there's no telling the damage to America it could cause.
But, it'd be only fair to let Mailer take the first crack. A goofball comic had dissed him in a national publication. After eighty-plus years kicking ass as a heavyweight champion litterateur, certainly he deserved to teach the dipshit fool a lesson first:
Dear Dennis,
Just because the two big guys who flanked you on 'Monday Night Football' took away your balls, and left you with a giggle in replacement doesn't mean you have to suck up to the Wall Street Journal.
You're too good to become squalid and kiss-ass for so little.
Cheers,
Norman Mailer
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full at -
http://www.counterpunch.org/vachon05192003.html
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DRM