I got sick of the weeks of all-pope radio on NPR.  First time in years I had a reason to look forward to Easter.

Frankie Avalon, Fabian, or Bobby Rydell.

Darlene, probably. 
Annette made all those beach movies but wouldn't wear a bikini because it wasn't modest enough. 
Seriously, she was a role model for little Italian girls much like Nichelle Nichols was later for African-Americans.
The Italian kids where I grew up practically worshipped Annette.

And Westboro Church morons will be protesting at Roger Ebert's funeral.
What a day.

And, seemingly, the page her obit is on.

I was rather fond of Leon Russell's Back.

I checked the twitter stuff but he's got some sort of a column, I guess.

He's already one of the Undead, so don't feel the need to rush.
Kirk Douglas, on the other hand…

Don't hear much from Leon Russell anymore either.

Well, yeah—he was always good for a laugh.

Where does one go to follow Frankie Boyle?  I relied on Mock the Week till he got elbowed off.
shambolic, truly you have no idea what you have missed if you don't know Frankie Boyle.  This is the man who said that a proper and fitting memorial for Princess Diana would be a gang-bang in a minefield.

Reagan was no saint, certainly, but I don't think he did as much damage per capita as Thatcher did.

What I wish for Karl Rove is a long, slow, unstoppable slide into comical obscurity.  The kind where people who once feared/respected him avert their eyes and young people who know him best from his election commentary roll their eyes and nudge each other when he enters the room. Years of this—decades.

Try the earlier British version.  It's enjoyable.

The Brits did this as a tv movie in 2001.  This version is pretty good.  Very good cast.  Philip Davis is always good.

His mother must have been a real piece of work to keep him from marrying for so long.

When Eisenhower and his forces went into one of the camps to see if it was as bad as he'd been told, the first thing he did was puke.  Then he told his men to go get all the nice, apple-cheeked hausfraus from the nearby town and make them take a tour of what had been going on while they'd been pretending not to notice…

Maybe not controversial as much as silly.  If you'd grown up a couple of decades earlier than whenever you actually grew up, you'd have the same idea about what didn't appeal to you from the previous generations—and subsequent generations as well.
When I was a kid, I thought Gunsmoke was pretty crappy.  Then I grew up…

Really?  Because I grew up in the '60s and learned early on what had
happened in the camps.  Almost all my uncles fought in the war, mostly
in the Pacific, but it was no secret to anyone that the Germans had
tried to exterminate the Jews.  It was a surprise later to find out that
it wasn't just the Jews, though. …

Stupid internet.