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August 31, 2002 · 2:00 AM PDT ·
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DID ANYONE ELSE see Jerry Lewis interviewed this last evening on Larry King Live? It was an emotional and, at
times, disturbing hour. Jer, who we all remember as the skinny kid alongside Dean, has put on rather startling poundage due to a drug called
Prednisone. He also, at times, did not seem to be quite there mentally. He occasionally rambled, especially at first, though there were
long stretches of the old Jerry. (To read a transcript, which won't convey much of the discomfort, click here.)
His annual telethon for Muscular Dystrophy starts Sunday evening and runs through Monday, and I have a feeling it's going to be a
pretty uncomfortable thing to watch, even for — perhaps, especially for — folks who tune in to see Jerry go over the top with emotion and
self-service. It may be the first telethon where folks are more worried about the health of the host than of the kids in the wheelchairs.

SEVERAL OF YOU sent me info on the various Nigerian scams, which apparently are (according to this website) a "Five billion dollar worldwide scam." So I guess
someone's falling for them. Amazing.
THE E! NETWORK is rerunning the very first episode of Saturday Night Live on Monday. Actually, it wasn't even
called that on its first broadcast in October 11, 1975. We'll continue this train of thought over in the section here that we call NOTES from me. Click on that underlined word to read it.
August 30, 2002 · 3:15 PM PDT ·
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I'VE BEEN BUSY with an incredible financial matter that just dropped into my lap via e-mail. It seems that a group of
Nigerian investors have amassed a sum of Forty Nine Million Five Hundred Thousand United States Dollars as commission for oil sales contracts.
In order to get it into this country, they need to transfer it into someone's U.S. bank account. Well, as luck would have it, they picked
mine! Can you believe it? I've given them all the numbers and passwords for my savings and credit card accounts and within 10-14 days,
they're going to transfer the money into my account for safekeeping and then, after they get to this country, I will give them the money back, minus
my 15% commission. Do you realize how much money that is? Wow. Am I gonna be rich!
Seriously: I've now gotten well over a hundred of these e-mail offers to send all my banking info to total strangers in another
country...usually Nigeria but occasionally others. If you don't know all about this scam, the details are spelled out here...but what I still want to know is: How much is anyone making off this racket? Are
people really falling for it?

A PROMINENT CREATOR in the comic book industry recently wrote me a long, frothing-at-the-keyboard e-mail, urging me to help him
protest what he seems to think is the greatest miscarriage of justice since O.J. tried on gloves. Basically, it comes down to the fact that
when this creator was at this year's Comic-Con International, a security guard didn't know who he was and treated him like a common attendee.
The convention had closed, the hall was being cleared and this Prominent Creator was asked to move along like a person of no importance. I
wrote the following to him in response...
Sorry...I not only don't think you were wronged, I think you were in the wrong on this one. The convention center's security
folks have no reason to know who you are. Over the years, I have seen such personnel subject far more important people than you or I to far
greater indignities than being treated like an ordinary person.
Many moons ago, I was walking out of NBC when I saw a new gatekeeper stop Dean Martin, who was driving in to tape his weekly TV show,
and ask who he was there to see. Dino was not pissed. If anything, he was rather amused...and even gentle as he informed the guard of his
identity. It was at most a minor inconvenience to Mr. Martin because, I suppose, he didn't feel he had to prove to some stranger that he was
famous. Some people, I guess, do.

OKAY, NO BASEBALL STRIKE. I guess that's good, but what I always find interesting about these battles is how many fans
instinctively leap to side with Management and adopt the notion that those damn players are too greedy. Of course they are...but if they don't
get more, the money does not go to house widows and orphans. It goes to the owners of major league baseball teams, who already have a helluva
monopoly and racket. Think George Steinbrenner and ask yourself if that kind of person is a victim in such squabbles.
But this seems to be the way a lot of the public thinks. Back in the seventies, when Johnny Carson was having one of his many
battles with NBC over cash, the Los Angeles Times ran an incredible letter about how, at a time when however-many people die each year from
starvation, it showed a lack of values that Johnny wanted a few million more per annum. I fired off a rejoinder which was published and which
basically said, "If Johnny getting less translated to fewer commercials, I'd be all for it. But that's never how it works and I don't see why
he should take less so NBC can make more. If any values are askew here, it's in the notion that the guy who made the business successful is the
bad guy for wanting a fair share of the pie."
Same thing with baseball. If players taking less would somehow translate to lower admission prices or fewer commercials,
great. All for it. But that never happens. Baseball is going to make a certain amount of money and all the fighting was not over
how much it's worth an hour to play Shortstop but over what percentage of that certain amount would go where. Perhaps the public attitude about
all this will change the next few years as we go through The Great C.E.O. Compensation Scandals. We're going to hear an awful lot about men who
ran huge corporations into the ground, did everything wrong, but still got out with huge salaries and performance bonuses while the grunts who did
their jobs well lost both their positions and their pensions. It'll be interesting to see how all that impacts America's attitude about
labor.
Ultimately though, it doesn't affect me. I have all that money coming in any day now from Nigeria...
August 29, 2002 · 2:00 AM PDT ·
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SPENT A LOVELY LAST EVENING at the Hollywood Bowl, listening to one of the great jazz pianists, Chick Corea, who was performing
with various "friends" including vibraphonist Gary Burton, saxophonist Michael Brecker and vocalist Flora Purim. What was on stage was great,
though the event was marred a bit (for us) by audience members talking to one another and into cell phones. The fellow behind us alternated
between telling them to quiet down and committing the same sin for which he was scolding others. I fear home video has gotten folks in the
habit of talking while a performance is in progress. We need to get militant about these people and start hitting them with large blunt
objects.
SHELLY GOLDSTEIN, who knows as much about the Beatles as I do about Mark Evanier, corrects me: Apple Corps was not a
charitable foundation, at least not primarily. It was mainly the boys' own management/recording company with a few charitable aspirations
vaguely down the line. Silly me: I was recalling the version that The Rutles formed and confusing parody with reality. Which, these days,
is easy to do in all walks of life.
MIKE RIEDER sends in this link to
an article that lays out the case for the legality of George W. just charging off to war with Iraq without Congressional approval. I'm not
convinced and neither are a lot of prominent Republicans, even. But it may all be academic because while G.W.B. may not need a Congressional
declaration of that war to act, he also doesn't need the criticism and divisiveness that would come from not obtaining it.

GUY GILCHRIST, sometimes in tandem with his brother Brad, produces terrific newspaper strips, including the current version of
Nancy. Here's a link to a
great two-part interview with Guy in which he discusses his strips and the problems of both syndication and self-syndication. And don't miss
the second part.
THANKS to the many of you who've recently clicked on our "donate" buttons and sent this site some money. I'm way behind in
sending personal gratitude but will attempt to catch up soon. Or so I claim.
August 28, 2002 · 2:00 PM PDT ·
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JAMES TRAFICANT'S IN JAIL. Bob Barr, Cynthia McKinney and Gary Condit all were defeated. What in God's name is
happening to our long and glorious tradition of nutcases in Congress? Oh, sure, we still have Charlie Rangel and Dana Rohrbacher...and Tom
DeLay can always be counted on to say something really, really stupid and outrageous. But I'm worried. What if we lose a few more of
those guys and C-SPAN starts to look a little less like the Sci-Fi Network? This is not a good trend, people. We have to do something
about it...and soon.

IN THE MEANTIME: Does George W. Bush have the legal right to plunge us into war with Iraq? It probably doesn't matter
since if he tells the planes to go drop bombs, the planes will go drop bombs and — ta-dah! — we're at war, Constitution or no
Constitution. I happen to feel his administration has unhesitatingly ignored that document in other areas and I don't see why this should be
any different.
If however, you're interested in why he probably doesn't have the legal right, here's a link to a simple explanation by law professor Jeff Cooper. If
you come across an equally straightforward counter-argument, let me know so I can post a link to it.

THE DEADLINE IS DEAD. Long live the deadline.
August 28, 2002 · 4:30 AM PDT ·
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IN 1968, back when The Beatles were fab, John Lennon and Paul McCartney appeared on The Tonight Show to announce the
formation of their new charitable foundation, Apple Corps. Alas, Johnny Carson was not hosting that evening. Sportscaster/game show host
Joe Garagiola (of all people) was behind the desk from which he did a spectacularly awkward and uninformed job of interviewing John and Paul.
Johnny Carson is finally welcoming Lennon and McCartney onto The Tonight Show but, of course, not in reality. Currently at
the New Frontier casino in Las Vegas, Carson impersonator Jeff Fairchild is starring in "On the Air, Tonight's Show," a live tribute/facsimile of the
vintage talk show. "Johnny's" guests each program include not just the two Beatles but, usually, Frank Sinatra, Jerry Lewis and Elvis
Presley. They obviously have a hell of a Talent Coordinator.
I am not recommending this show because, first of all, I haven't seen it. And I'm dubious because it's at the New Frontier, which
is like a very large Roach Motel with video poker machines. It rents out its shabby showroom to a steady stream of low-budget shows, none of
which last very long. If you and I could scrape together the money, we could go in there and put on a show, praying all the while we'd do
enough business to interest a real hotel. But given the track record of shows at the New Frontier, we'd be better off pumping all the cash into
those video poker machines. At least, they pay off once in a while.

WERE HE STILL WITH US, Jack Kirby would have been 85 years old today. He's been gone
since '94 and still, not a day goes by when I don't find myself talking about or at least thinking about him. Those of you who met Jack know
that he had an odd way of speaking, forever making unusual connections and leaping from one seemingly-disconnected topic to another...though if you
really thought about it for a while, you could usually figure out the segue and see the brilliance of how he got from here to there. I am still
just coming to understand things he said to me in 1971 and being amazed at their wisdom.
Also born on this date was my other great mentor in the world of comics, Chase Craig. Chase was the executive editor for Western
Publishing Company — for their Dell and later, Gold Key Comics — for several decades. Before that, he was a wonderful gag man and
cartoonist, as I attempted to explain in this obituary from earlier this year. This is another one of those
columns I removed from this site because it's in my new book but I'm putting it back up for a few days, just so you can read about this wonderful
man.

I AM JUST ABOUT over that deadline I've been using here as an excuse for not posting more on this page. It's also been a
dandy rationale for not answering a lot of e-mail so if I owe you one, it'll probably be there soon.

is now out and making its way to comic book shops and dealers. This handsome collection of Evanier's POV columns features funny
pictures by Sergio Aragonés and silly articles about the history of comics and the unique world of comic book fandom. You can order one
over at the website for TwoMorrows Publishing and we hope you do. We're very
proud of this.
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