Dennis, Quit Wasting Time and Suck His Dick Already

I caught a Sunday rebroadcast of Dennis Miller's CNBC show from sometime last week, which probably means I lost a bet at some point, and let me tell you, Dennis "Bush is my guy so I'm going to lay off of him" Miller might very well have achieved the apotheosis of fawning celebrity interviewing---so let no one say that the vapid wild-eyed adoration of famous people isn't a craft.

The really interesting thing is that he chose to fellate Ray Bradbury, who despite some connection to the Studio 54 crowd back in the 70s , probably hasn't been sucked off quite so well in decades. Little surprise that Bradbury was pleased to sit there while Miller behaved like a 13 year old girl interviewing Justin Timberlake.

I'll admit that when I was 16 years old I found Fahrenheit 451 a very entertaining book, although not quite comparable to the dystopian horrors of Orwell, Huxley, or Burgess. I'm pretty confident in stating categorically, contra Miller, that Bradbury's novels will not be read "thousands of years from now."

I actually feel sorry for Dennis. Bradbury is going to break his little heart someday soon, and then even the memories will be painful. Fortunately, he can soothe his shattered self-esteem with the emotional analgesic that is Jojo (here and here).