There's So Much Comedy On

It's Not Always Easy To Identify Your Own Voice. It Comes With Time.

I Feel Like I've Been Watching Irwin Corey Forever. I Saw Him In The 1950s, And I Thought He Was Old Then.

Anyone Working In The Media Can Tell You That There Seems To Be An Always-ready-to-explode Segment Of The Populace For Whom Offense Is A Fate Worse Than Anything Imaginable. You'd Think Offense Is One Of The Most Calamitous Things That Could Happen To A Human Being; Right Up There With The Loss Of A Limb, Or Just Missing A Parking Space.

The Idea That Hunting Is One Against One Is Ludicrous. It's One Animal Versus The Hunter, The Manufacturer Of The Rifle, The Bullet Maker, The Designer And Manufacturer Of The Telescopic Sight, The Auto Manufacturer Who Made The Car The Hunter Got To The Edge Of The Wild In, The Maker Of His Waterproof Shoes, The Various Manufacturers Of His Mittens, Glasses, Overcoat - And That's Only The Beginning Of The List. The "sportsman" Who Shoots An Animal Should Then Make A Speech, Like The Actor Who Wins An Oscar Does, Thanking The Multitudes Behind The Scenes Who Made This "victory" Possible.

It's A Rare Person Who Wants To Hear What He Doesn't Want To Hear.