A few days ago, I finally finished reading, for the first time, The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich. I would like to introduce this topic by way of Groucho Marx.

I get my hair cut on a regular basis, which is about the only time I am exposed to television. Since I get my hair cut early in the afternoon, what’s on the television is even more horrid than normal since it is, by definition, daytime television.

What was being broadcast was a reboot of You Bet Your Life, this time hosted by a (surprisingly elderly) Jay Leno. Why Leno feels the need to whore himself out on a cheesy daytime game show is beyond me, but there ya go. It’s a free country. I guess he likes the money.