I'm in my 10th generation of TV critic now.
Mother Nature may be forgiving this year, or next year, but eventually she's going to come around and whack you. You've got to be prepared.
Jackson and I spent the day together, just me and him and his children. Little underlings came and went. The PR person came and went. It was just Michael and me and the kids. And it was very interesting.
It's a great pleasure having survived six generations of TV critics.
I've made a connection with the television audience by being a proud Latino man. I am passionate for what I do, courageous in the face of peril, honest and straightforward.
I'm tired of getting made fun of.
I'm old, but I'm still cute and strong. And very butch.
I'd work to make it hip again to spend time in our fabled and fabulous land. But with a Puerto Rican father and a Jewish mother, I would probably be better suited as mayor of New York.
I'd like to give divorce a good name.
I speak Spanish to my children and they speak it better than me.
I must be doing something right. I've been around for a long time.
Extol Jewish virtue, modern Zionism and the Israeli Defense Forces.
Perhaps areas of Israel where current large Palestinian populations and demographic realities exist could be exchanged for Israeli expansion into the West Bank to include most of East Jerusalem.
The real Michael Jackson that has not been seen... with children, one in diapers, the other two toddlers.
Never take a job where winter winds can blow up your pants.