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...here is where Jackie runs into trouble. If he was to be a truly uninhibited comedian, he wouldn't even bother qualifying his statements. Like a Howard Stern or a Rush Limbaugh, he would just rant and rave, regardless of the consequences. Jackie, however, tries to find a balance that seemingly doesn't exist, between speaking freely and still trying to qualify dangerous statements (like his brazenly racist quips). For instance, he offers us the previous comment on Jewish wives and their timid husbands and elicits audience hysteria; the mood, however, turns somber when he immediately adds "But adultery...
...some drama, you've got to zoom in on the details. So go back to spring training, when every sports reporter is flying into Jupiter, Fla., to ask McGwire if he's going to break the record--as if he were going to break out some pro-wrestling rant like "Maris? Maris was a whiny schoolgirl compared to me. Boo-ya." Or look at the opening of the season, when the SportsCenter announcers started to calculate his home-run pace. Sports Illustrated put him on the cover--even before opening day. If ever a man was set up for failure...
...with his 6-ft. 2-in., 230-lb. frame hunched in the backseat of a speeding Jeep Grand Cherokee, Fieger didn't seem in the mood to sit quietly through a holy event. It would only interrupt his nonstop rant about the shortcomings of his opponent, Republican incumbent John Engler. "He's a cheater, a liar and a coward," said Fieger. "He's a man of mediocre intelligence who's never done anything in life but suck off the public trough." The Engler camp, meanwhile, is clinging desperately to higher ground. "Fieger can roll in the mud by himself," says...
...have launched careers by merely plucking from and personalizing Paglia's headline-making ideas. The latest addition to the women's-studies sections of bookstores, Bitch: In Praise of Difficult Women, features on its cover a topless picture of author Elizabeth Wurtzel. Beyond it lies a seemingly unedited rant in which Wurtzel, billed on her book jacket as a Pagliaite, demands for herself and womankind the right to be rapacious, have fits and own more than one Gucci bag. "I intend to scream, shout, throw tantrums in Bloomingdale's if I feel like it and confess intimate details...
Politics? Remember that you have not sat down at someone's table in order to vindicate your social and political agenda. Except when dining with like-minded fanatics, do not rant. Ranting is unforgivable in polite society, the sort of spittle-spraying boor's game played by the McLaughlin Group...