We're about to see media ownership further deregulated to the point where a company like Time-Warner or Clear Channel could wind up owning everything. Most people — across a surprisingly-wide spectrum of public opinion — do not want this to happen. But it's probably going to happen anyway. Here's Eric Boehlert's expert coverage over on Salon. If you have to endure some ads to read this, do so. It's important…and maddening.

Nick Cardy got out of comics some time in the seventies, which was a shame. On strips like Aquaman and Teen Titans and especially Bat Lash, he'd shown himself to be one heck of a fine illustrator. Fortunately for all of us, Nick included, he was lured back into the comic art community in the nineties. They got him out here for a San Diego Convention, and it was a truly memorable experience — for Nick's fans, who lined up for miles to meet him, as well as for Nick. He turned out to be not just a terrific artist but a terrific guy…and now he has a terrific website. Go see, go see.

It is now possible to pre-order the forthcoming DVD of the first season of Rocky & Bullwinkle, which is scheduled for release in the middle of August. The listing over at Amazon says it's 4 discs, not 3, and as you can see from the cover at left, the official name of the DVD is Rocky & Bullwinkle & Friends, so I guess that means they're including Mr. Peabody and the Fractured Fairy Tales and such. There's nothing in the listing about the DVD coming packaged with a puppet, and I'm wondering if that isn't an error by the websites that have so far reported on this release. The later Bullwinkle Show on NBC was hosted by a Bullwinkle puppet, and it wouldn't surprise me if what someone meant was that the DVD includes some of the segments featuring that puppet.

Then again, it wouldn't surprise me if the package did or did not include a puppet. I'm not easily surprised. Anyway, we also don't know what they consider the "first season," but it probably doesn't matter. You're going to buy this no matter what's on it. Click here to get your order in now.

The Rockies have crumbled, Gibraltar just tumbled and William Safire is right about something.

Take note of this. It could be the last time.

My often-hard-to-please pal Jerry Beck is raving over the work that is being done to restore the pre-1948 Warner Brothers cartoons. And he's positively ecstatic over a restoration of the oft-seen-but-not-like-this Popeye the Sailor Meets Sinbad the Sailor. Here's a link to his comments, and my assurance that Jerry would not be saying such things if he did not really mean them.

Well, not exactly. Garry Trudeau is taking the operation which has existed at www.doonesbury.com and moving it under the umbrella of Slate — which in turn is under the umbrella of MSN. Here, he tells us why that is and how nothing really will change.

Disney loses another round in the Pooh Wars. Have these guys won one battle yet? Here's the latest.

Here's the kind of thing that makes you wonder about the press these days. Makes me wonder, anyway. This AP news story is headlined, "Poll shows Sen. Santorum's popularity not hurt by remarks about gays." From that, a reasonable person would assume that his popularity rating is right about where it was before he made his controversial remarks.

But in the third paragraph of the report comes this revelation about the poll…

However, Santorum's remarks may have turned some undecided voters against him. His disapproval rating rose from 20 percent in April to 33 percent in May while the proportion of undecided voters fell by a similar amount, from 24 percent to 12 percent.

In other words, his disapproval rating has risen from 20 percent to 33 percent…but his popularity has not been hurt.

At Heathrow Airport today, an individual later discovered to be a public school teacher was arrested trying to board a flight while in possession of a compass, a protractor, and a graphical calculator. Authorities believe he is a member of the notorious al-Gebra movement. He is being charged with carrying weapons of math instruction.

Once in a while, it's interesting to fact-check anecdotes. Last evening at the tribute to him, Red Buttons told the tale of what was to have been his first Broadway show. Here's how that story is told in what I guess is Red's official bio…

In 1941, Jose Ferrer plucked Red out of burlesque for his first Broadway show, The Admiral Had A Wife. The show was supposed to open on December 8, 1941, but it never did. The show was a farce comedy about Pearl Harbor — great timing!

Kurt Bodden writes me to note that 12/8/41 was a Monday and asks, "Is it plausible that a Broadway show would open on a Monday?" Well, yes, it is. A play called Golden Wings starring Fay Wray and dealing with soldiers actually did open in New York on 12/8/41. It closed after a big six performances.

But Kurt's query led me to do a little skulking-about on the Internet and I found this article about the Wilmington Playhouse in Wilmington, Delaware. Here's the relevant paragraph…

The Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941. As luck would have it, the Playhouse was scheduled to present the farce The Admiral Had A Wife on December 8. The premise: The wives of Pearl Harbor admirals were really running the Navy. Though the show was probably meant to offer comic relief, 30,000 Delaware men and women were braced for war, and they weren't laughing. The show was canceled.

So it sounds to me like the anecdote is true but that one teensy detail has been fudged a bit. The story as told in Red's bio does not actually say the show was supposed to open on Broadway on that date but that's implied. Of course, it's a better tale if we're led to believe that it was an opening on Broadway that was killed by the bombing of Pearl Harbor, as opposed to an opening in Wilmington that might have led to Broadway. Not a big point, really, and it's nice to see the essential part of the story confirmed from another source.

While we're on the topic of Broadway opening dates, here's another slight possible fact-check. The Marx Brothers made their Broadway debut with a revue called I'll Say She Is, which opened at the Casino Theater on May 19, 1924. The way the story has always been told is as follows: The show, which extensively toured the U.S. for its pre-Broadway shakedown, was a hodge-podge of vaudeville — the kind of thing that even the Marxes knew had no place on Broadway. They were more interested in the employment of the tour than in playing New York, and tried to put N.Y. off as long as possible. They figured if they opened there, the critics would murder them, the show would close, and they'd be unemployed. But the show's backer insisted, as did their mother, who longed to see her boys on the Great White Way, and who refused to believe that the town would not adore them.

Hoping to minimize the inevitable critical burial, the brothers arranged for their opening to coincide with that of a serious drama. The idea was that the first-string drama critics would go cover the other show and that the second-string critics would be dispatched to review the Marx opening. The assistants, it was hoped, would be kinder or at least less outraged to see a vaudeville show passed off as a Broadway musical. Groucho, Harpo, Chico and Zeppo especially hoped to avoid the withering condemnation of Alexander Woollcott, who was then the Drama Critic for the New York World and known for shredding that which offended his snobbish sensibilities.

Well, as the story is told, at the last minute the other play postponed its opening and the first-string critics, who were already in their tuxedos and primed for serious drama, found themselves at the Marx show instead. They were therefore even more annoyed than they might have been to attend I'll Say She Is, and most spent the first act planning how they would pan the proceedings. What stopped many of them was that Woollcott was not only present but madly in love with what he saw on stage, Harpo especially. He spent intermission gushing to his colleagues about how wonderful the show was, which influenced many to not write the expected "this show has no business being on Broadway" notices. He also wrote a famous rave review, almost wholly about Harpo, which helped make the show a hit.

That's more or less how history tells it. But as I looked up the opening dates relating to the other play above, I chanced onto the wrong page and noticed that not only did I'll Say She Is open on 5/19/24 but so did a pretty famous show called Blossom Time. This was a Shubert production which ran 592 performances and featured an all-star cast and the music of Franz Schubert. It was by any measure a much more important opening than that of the Marx Brothers. So is it really true about the first-string critics all winding up at the Marx show because they had nowhere else to go? And why was Woollcott there and not down the street at Blossom Time?

His name's Paul Chadwick. His most famous work is Concrete, a solid strip about a pretty solid guy. He doesn't seem to have an official website displaying that and his other wonderful work but there is this unofficial site where you can get a little Chadwick. Which is better than no Chadwick at all, I suppose.

The Museum of TV and Radio over in Beverly Hills honors various folks for various reasons of achievement and excellence. Wednesday evening, they saluted Red Buttons for more than a half-century of fine comedy. Actually, on that basis, they could have honored about half the folks in the first two rows of the auditorium. Among the many joys of the evening was watching Mr. Buttons (still sharp at age 84) not only entertain the crowd but also his friends and co-workers like screenwriter Larry Gelbart and fellow comedy legend Sid Caesar who were in the house. Gelbart, who was an especially good audience, was the head writer on Red's 1952 TV series, which was a short-lived smash.

A big hit at first, it went off in '55 and Red Buttons, having worked his way up from Catskills hotels and the last burlesque house in Manhattan, found himself unable to get any kind of job. It was the low point of his career — lower even, he said, than when the show in which he was to make his Broadway debut was aborted the day before it was to open. (The comedy, which was set in Pearl Harbor, was supposed to begin performances December 8, 1941. You can figure out the rest.) In '56, it seemed like his career was over but an agent named Marty Baum — who was also present for the tribute last night — took a personal interest. He waged a relentless campaign to get Josh Logan, who didn't want to know from Red Buttons, to cast the comedian in a showy role in the 1957 Marlon Brando movie, Sayonara. Baum's crusade got him the job which in turn got him an Academy Award…which in turn revived his fortunes.

Since then, he's appeared in an odd array of dramatic roles and comedy jobs, the latter often at roasts and benefits. I've seen him a half-dozen times at local events, usually doing either his "didn't get a dinner" routine or some variation, and I've never seen him not get the whole room to laughing. Each time, the happiest one in the room was Mr. Buttons. Several times during the interview last evening, he said he considered himself "one of the luckiest people in the world" and spoke of how he does what he does because he loves it so. There are performers who are motivated by money and others who have some desperate need for recognition to prove they belong on the planet. But there are also some who just really, really enjoy seeing an audience enjoy itself. Last night, we all had a good time — but Red Buttons had the best time of all.

Jason Lethert runs HeroJournalism, a service which reports on the transfer of comic books to the big screen. He just sent me a question that has nothing to do with that…

In your post about the biased reviews of Sid Blumenthal's book, you mentioned the negative review by Joseph Lelyveld, and the subsequent correcting of Lelyveld's errors by Joe Conason. I was wondering if you read Lelyveld's response to Conason here.

Yes, I did. And the most telling part of the response is that he completely skipped over Conason's main point, which was that the 1995 report by the Resolution Trust Corporation had cleared the Clintons on Whitewater and stated that they had cooperated fully with the investigation.

One of the reasons I never gave more credence to those who claimed the Clintons were obvious, provable criminals was that the accusers never seemed willing to address that very exhaustive, exonerating report. A few claimed the report was biased, even though it was a case of a Republican law firm (Pillsbury, Madison and Sutro) being selected by Republicans to pore through the Clintons' financial history. A few claimed it was incomplete, even though the final report by the Independent Counsel issued more than five years later contained not one significant fact or conclusion not included in the R.T.C. report. Most of those who rode the Whitewater story either to journalistic benefit or partisan advantage just kind of pretended the report never existed and changed the subject. They didn't even want to ask why Ken Starr (and later, Robert Ray) took so many years and spent so much to investigate a case that the folks at the Pillsbury law office covered just as thoroughly in a matter of months.

And here once again, you have an example: Lelyveld and his colleagues told us for years in print that there was serious dirt in Whitewater; that the Clintons were heading for the ol' greybar hotel for their nefarious swindles. When that didn't come close to happening, the "spin" became that the Clintons had stonewalled and concealed the damning evidence. So what do you do when someone points out that a rather thorough investigation not only cleared them but said they'd turned over all relevant documents? You just change the subject. I'm less annoyed over this for what it did to the Clintons than for what it says about the news media in this country.

Here are two forthcoming DVDs you might want to pre-order or at least save some bucks for. On or about June 24, it will be possible to purchase The Best of Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In, a 3-disc collection of moments from that ground-breaking comedy show of the sixties. The three discs hold 240 minutes of material from the years 1968-1970, including the famous Richard Nixon cameo, plus interviews with Gary Owens, Ruth Buzzi, and Arte Johnson. I've been watching the reruns of this show on the Trio satellite channel — or I was watching until I got sick of seeing the same small number of episodes over and over — and can report that they hold up very well. Not everything and everyone is wonderful, of course.

A year or so ago, I found myself at a party, surrounded by several members of the cast. I happened to mention that I never understood how Dan Rowan was ever allowed into show business. To my surprise, all of his co-stars who were present admitted that they didn't understand it, either. But most of the performers are terrific, and the songs by Billy Barnes are terrific, and the guest cameos are usually wonderful, and even the poorer jokes are over soon enough. About the only things that don't stand up are the occasional references to obscure news items and advertising catch-phrases of the day…and those are infrequent enough that I suspect that in trimming the Trio reruns to allow for more commercials, someone took the opportunity to excise that which had become obscure. Some of the smirking references to marijuana sound very Junior High School today, but that's sort of charming — as are the fashions, which seem to be coming back into style. So if you don't get Trio, or even if you do, you might enjoy watching four hours of this program, though probably not in fewer than four sittings. Watch for the DVD or pre-order it by clicking here.

Then on August 3, Twentieth-Century Fox Home Video is finally releasing Bob Fosse's controversial All That Jazz. Little has been announced about what will be on this disc but the British DVD which came out a year or so ago included an audio commentary by Roy Scheider, interviews with other cast and crew members, trailers, some cut footage, and a short featurette on Fosse as a director. This is a film I've viewed repeatedly and written about a number of times (here, for instance) and I'm still not entirely certain how I feel about it. It's kind of an almost-naked autobiography that does not always depict truth so much as the way Mr. Fosse might have wished things were or would be.

Its raw occasional honesty is in some ways mitigated by the cowardice in doing it all roman à clef, leaving him the deniability of fiction. Is Leland Palmer playing Gwen Verdon? Well, of course she is. And of course she isn't. The entire movie is made with a certain skill and beauty that makes much of its gossipy nature palatable and I guess ultimately I feel it may not be a great film, and Fosse may not have been a very good friend and mate…but it's a brilliantly-made bit of self-indulgence and a fine conversation piece. I'm buying the DVD largely to study it a few more times and because I want to hear Mr. Scheider's commentary. You might want to, as well…but even if you buy it, keep an eye out for some exhibition where you can see it on a big screen, because it loses a lot on a Trinitron. If you'd like to pre-order, as I have done, click here.

Is there a better renderer of classy comic book covers than Brian Bolland? I don't think so…