The joke goes – Why are the French so screwed up?  Answer – Any country that regards Jerry Lewis as a respected icon has got to be screwed up.

So you know right off the bat that I got no use and never have had any use for Jerry Lewis.  I have hated him in anything I ever mistakenly happened to watch that he appeared in with one exception.  In DeNiro’s King of Comedy movie, Jerry played a Johnny Carson-like dude and he was actually pretty good.  So I will give him that.  He wasn’t a total waste.

Aside from that one movie however, all those Dean Martin partner appearances, that Nutty Professor movie crap and just Jerry being Jerry I could not stand.  (It scares me about that old saying – the things you can’t stand in others are the things that you have in your DNA.  If that for sure is true and I find that I indeed have Jerry Lewis’ characteristics in me, I guess suicide is my only recourse.)

So why you ask, am I writing about him today if I don’t particularly care for him?  Can’t help myself but every Labor Day when I flip on the T-V, I think of jerk Jerry doing his all night Labor Day Marathon for Muscular Dystrophy.  (If you don’t remember this, it’s just as well.)

For me, watching it started out way back as part of my general insomnia routine when there was never anything else on the 3 channels that my lousy T-V could pick up.   I used to watch Jerry’s all-night show in a train wreck stupor which came about from smoking a lot of pot back then.  While I still hated Jerry, at 4 a.m., very stoned and very sleep deprived, I found that he was at least semi-tolerable.

I would wait patiently for the Marathon to hit the million dollar mark or some b.s. goal that had been set, and watch Jerry do something idiotic like drop his pants or cry or whatever else he thought was cool to do.  Like I said, I was so high, whatever he did amused me at the time.

But proving once again that the good do die young, ole Jerr is now 90 years old and still performing, albeit not his Marathon.  He is currently featured in a new movie Max Rose which Parade magazine recently discussed (click here.)  Ironically enough, from the reviews that I have read about the movie, it doesn’t sound half bad.  I may have to check it out.

And speaking of his son Gary, I never much cared for him nor his music either.  (Wonder if Gary was singing about his old man here.)

The joke goes – Why are the French so screwed up?  Answer – Any country that regards Jerry Lewis as a respected icon has got to be screwed up.

So you know right off the bat that I got no use and never have had any use for Jerry Lewis.  I have hated him in anything I ever mistakenly happened to watch that he appeared in with one exception.  In DeNiro’s King of Comedy movie, Jerry played a Johnny Carson-like dude and he was actually pretty good.  So I will give him that.  He wasn’t a total waste.

Aside from that one movie however, all those Dean Martin partner appearances, that Nutty Professor movie crap and just Jerry being Jerry I could not stand.  (It scares me about that old saying – the things you can’t stand in others are the things that you have in your DNA.  If that for sure is true and I find that I indeed have Jerry Lewis’ characteristics in me, I guess suicide is my only recourse.)

So why you ask, am I writing about him today if I don’t particularly care for him?  Can’t help myself but every Labor Day when I flip on the T-V, I think of jerk Jerry doing his all night Labor Day Marathon for Muscular Dystrophy.  (If you don’t remember this, it’s just as well.)

For me, watching it started out way back as part of my general insomnia routine when there was never anything else on the 3 channels that my lousy T-V could pick up.   I used to watch Jerry’s all-night show in a train wreck stupor which came about from smoking a lot of pot back then.  While I still hated Jerry, at 4 a.m., very stoned and very sleep deprived, I found that he was at least semi-tolerable.

I would wait patiently for the Marathon to hit the million dollar mark or some b.s. goal that had been set, and watch Jerry do something idiotic like drop his pants or cry or whatever else he thought was cool to do.  Like I said, I was so high, whatever he did amused me at the time.

But proving once again that the good do die young, ole Jerr is now 90 years old and still performing, albeit not his Marathon.  He is currently featured in a new movie Max Rose which Parade magazine recently discussed (click here.)  Ironically enough, from the reviews that I have read about the movie, it doesn’t sound half bad.  I may have to check it out.

And speaking of his son Gary, I never much cared for him nor his music either.  (Wonder if Gary was singing about his old man here.)

The joke goes – Why are the French so screwed up?  Answer – Any country that regards Jerry Lewis as a respected icon has got to be screwed up.

So you know right off the bat that I got no use and never have had any use for Jerry Lewis.  I have hated him in anything I ever mistakenly happened to watch that he appeared in with one exception.  In DeNiro’s King of Comedy movie, Jerry played a Johnny Carson-like dude and he was actually pretty good.  So I will give him that.  He wasn’t a total waste.

Aside from that one movie however, all those Dean Martin partner appearances, that Nutty Professor movie crap and just Jerry being Jerry I could not stand.  (It scares me about that old saying – the things you can’t stand in others are the things that you have in your DNA.  If that for sure is true and I find that I indeed have Jerry Lewis’ characteristics in me, I guess suicide is my only recourse.)

So why you ask, am I writing about him today if I don’t particularly care for him?  Can’t help myself but every Labor Day when I flip on the T-V, I think of jerk Jerry doing his all night Labor Day Marathon for Muscular Dystrophy.  (If you don’t remember this, it’s just as well.)

For me, watching it started out way back as part of my general insomnia routine when there was never anything else on the 3 channels that my lousy T-V could pick up.   I used to watch Jerry’s all-night show in a train wreck stupor which came about from smoking a lot of pot back then.  While I still hated Jerry, at 4 a.m., very stoned and very sleep deprived, I found that he was at least semi-tolerable.

I would wait patiently for the Marathon to hit the million dollar mark or some b.s. goal that had been set, and watch Jerry do something idiotic like drop his pants or cry or whatever else he thought was cool to do.  Like I said, I was so high, whatever he did amused me at the time.

But proving once again that the good do die young, ole Jerr is now 90 years old and still performing, albeit not his Marathon.  He is currently featured in a new movie Max Rose which Parade magazine recently discussed (click here.)  Ironically enough, from the reviews that I have read about the movie, it doesn’t sound half bad.  I may have to check it out.

And speaking of his son Gary, I never much cared for him nor his music either.  (Wonder if Gary was singing about his old man here.)

The joke goes – Why are the French so screwed up?  Answer – Any country that regards Jerry Lewis as a respected icon has got to be screwed up.

So you know right off the bat that I got no use and never have had any use for Jerry Lewis.  I have hated him in anything I ever mistakenly happened to watch that he appeared in with one exception.  In DeNiro’s King of Comedy movie, Jerry played a Johnny Carson-like dude and he was actually pretty good.  So I will give him that.  He wasn’t a total waste.

Aside from that one movie however, all those Dean Martin partner appearances, that Nutty Professor movie crap and just Jerry being Jerry I could not stand.  (It scares me about that old saying – the things you can’t stand in others are the things that you have in your DNA.  If that for sure is true and I find that I indeed have Jerry Lewis’ characteristics in me, I guess suicide is my only recourse.)

So why you ask, am I writing about him today if I don’t particularly care for him?  Can’t help myself but every Labor Day when I flip on the T-V, I think of jerk Jerry doing his all night Labor Day Marathon for Muscular Dystrophy.  (If you don’t remember this, it’s just as well.)

For me, watching it started out way back as part of my general insomnia routine when there was never anything else on the 3 channels that my lousy T-V could pick up.   I used to watch Jerry’s all-night show in a train wreck stupor which came about from smoking a lot of pot back then.  While I still hated Jerry, at 4 a.m., very stoned and very sleep deprived, I found that he was at least semi-tolerable.

I would wait patiently for the Marathon to hit the million dollar mark or some b.s. goal that had been set, and watch Jerry do something idiotic like drop his pants or cry or whatever else he thought was cool to do.  Like I said, I was so high, whatever he did amused me at the time.

But proving once again that the good do die young, ole Jerr is now 90 years old and still performing, albeit not his Marathon.  He is currently featured in a new movie Max Rose which Parade magazine recently discussed (click here.)  Ironically enough, from the reviews that I have read about the movie, it doesn’t sound half bad.  I may have to check it out.

And speaking of his son Gary, I never much cared for him nor his music either.  (Wonder if Gary was singing about his old man here.)