Mo Rocca's blog here on AOL is always fun and I am sure many of you want to learn more about him. Well, earlier in the summer I posted some of his Classic Daily Show clips, which are a great place to start. Today I stumbled into this video on the Tom Green website during which Mo answers questions from Tom and his viewers. It seems like they discuss everything under the sun, including Canadian capitals. Enjoy.

Some Classic posts that are mentioned in the interview:
- Obama's Mole - Keep, Remove or Hide
- Hillary's Cleavage.
- I Have Never Smoked Pot.

As you can tell from the amount of Daily Show clips I post I am quite possibly one of the shows biggest fans. Some visitors to this website might be interested in knowing the our own Mo Rocca was once a Daily Show correspondent (1998-2003.) I was able to hunt down some of Mo's classic clips (including his exclusive interview with George W Bush) on the Internet. I have put them together here for you to watch and enjoy over your weekend.

When no one's watching, you've done it. And if you haven't, you sure as hell have fantasized about it. Now watch other nasty internet users come clean! (Then take our poll below.)

That's how much I love Jerry Mathers, aka The Beaver, the former child star and American icon. He's now starring on Broadway as Wilbur Turnblad, Tracey Turnblad's heart-of-gold dad in the musical Hairspray. Mathers is fantastic in the show.

I saw the show on Wednesday, which turned out to be a daylong parade of television icons. It started at the matinee of Hairspray. I'd brought the wonderful group of students I mentor from Bayside HS in Queens. (I generally resist the term mentor. I'm many things, including "canny" and "whimsical." But "mentor" is a term reserved for the "wise," something I only aspire to right now.)

Anyway, at intermission I stepped outside for some fresh air with the student's teacher, Aida. Aida nudged me and said, "Look! It's the guy from Three's Company." Indeed it was actor Richard Kline, who brilliantly played Jack, Chrissy and Janet's sleazy upstairs neighbor, Larry. I loved that show and thought he was hilarious.

When I approached him, though, he wasn't terribly chatty. This is not a criticism. The truth is that I could have been more deft.

"Excuse me," I said, "but weren't you on Three's Company?"

"Yes," he nodded.

"You're very funny," I said nervously.

He nodded again, thanked me, and that was it. I felt a bit cloddish not using his name but I couldn't remember it. So he very well may have been annoyed at being addressed by his Three's Company affiliation. Perhaps the show has loomed too large, prevented him from being recognized for other projects. (This is just speculation.)

I'm pretty conflict-averse. I even hate hearing about other people's confrontations. So I was particularly unsettled when I heard about Bjork dissing Bob Dylan. The two will be touring together soon. How uncomfortable is that?!

It begs the question: Bjork or Bob Dylan? Who's your pick?

Meet Cat Therapist Carole Wilbourn, this month's CLOM! Watch my interview with her and Orion in his first online appearance.

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I'm not sure that Barry Gibb did much for AI's slightly sagging ratings. He seemed perfectly nice, though not terribly animated. He also had a peculiar speech impediment, as if there was too much spittle building up in the sides of his mouth, and he was locking his jaw in an effort to control it. ("This" turned into "Thish"; "Sparks" turned into "Shparks") One explanation could be corroded saliva ducts. I went to college with an heiress with the same malady.

The wisdom of the judges was dispensed surprisingly equally - ie, it's usually Simon who makes most of the meaningful comments. Not this time.

Randy nailed it when he told Beat Box Blake that his "You Should Be Dancing" sounded like he was in a "discoteque in a foreign country." Brilliant - and it sums up Blake completely.



I once spent a night in a disco in Jakarta, Indonesia. (I was touring in a production of the musical "Grease.") Tanamore was the name of this fleshpot. Dark and mysterious, the room was crisscrossed with catwalks, across which tiny-footed hustlers and hookers minced - indentured sex slaves kept on short leashes by their menacing pimp. (Think Oddjob, the thug from Goldfinger.) Paunchy European ex-pats prowled, skulked around, brandishing mai tais, their pockets bulging with rupiah to pay for their fun. The Abba music blared, more cover for the unholy purchases being consummated. Even the smoke emanating from machines seemed diabolical, insidiously curling around every pole and cage grating.

The whole place pulsated with a sick energy. All you could see were the big blinking eyes of the underage Asian sex workers. All you could feel were the cold sweaty gropes of aging Europeans. The place was sheer evil ... and perfect for Blake.

I've never trusted Blake. From the beginning his beat boxing seemed like a cheap ploy, the Morrissey sound second-rate mod, the "seductive" grin on his face barely rising to the level of bad porn. Then came his interview with People magazine where he complained about being "sexually frustrated" and where he said with a sleazy wink, "A tour could be fun" - a transparent call for tweenaged groupies.

Seeing Blake last night in his Nehru jacket, I saw an aspiring Kurtz-like cult leader. He doesn't want to be an American Idol. He'd be much happier as the Idol of his own jungle kingdom (Laos?), ruling over an army of the young and defenseless, far beyond the reach of American law and values. Sound the Amber Alert now. Blake's on the loose.

(Oh, and might I add that "This is Where I Came In," his second selection, is not only a crappy song. It's got the clunkiest title ever.)

As much as I like Sanjaya, I'm willing to entertain the possibility that he's survived to this point in the competition by fraudulent means. Among the theories being floated: secret Indian call centers with Sanjanistas feverishly dialing ... when they should be dealing with American credit card complaints.

Watch my investigation below.

Mo Rocca joins Pope Benedict (quite a pair, those two) in deploring casualty levels in Iraq. But here's a little context.

In Iraq, after four years, America has lost 3,300 men. That's a lot. But it's less men than were lost on one day on the beaches of Normandy. It's fewer men than were killed in the first three hours at Gettysburg.

America lost 300,000 men in World War II. Twice that number in the Civil War. Those numbers seem almost unimaginable now. We are a different country, and I'm not sure that today's America could go through what those great and greater generations endured.

But casualty levels must be measured against what is being attempted. In a sense, America was spoiled by its "cheap" success in the cold war. Reagan won it, as Margaret Thatcher put it, "without firing a shot." Under normal circumstances, formidable empires are not brought down without a considerable loss of life. The collapse of the Soviet Union was an anomaly.

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