Saturday, October 1, 2011

Mel Brooks is Crazy!

Mel Brooks is Crazy!

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Film producer Mel Brooks was born Melvin Kaminsky on June 28, 1926 in Brooklyn, New York. Brooks was married to Anne Bancroft who died last year. They were married for 41 years.

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Learn more about Mel Brooks at http://www.answers.com/topic/mel-brooks

What went wrong with Mel Brooks?

I heard that his mother wanted him to be a dentist or get into the diamond business.

Instead he hung out with a bad bunch consisting of Sid Caesar, Carl Reiner, and Gene Wilder and others like them. All they ever wanted to do was Clown Around.

I talked to an old pal of Mel’s named Jesse “Ankles” Midweek.

“Ankles” is 85 years of age. A snappy dresser he still has a full set of hair and good teeth. He lives with his girlfriend, Dixie, in Brooklyn in the same house in which he was born. Dixie is from Louisiana, recently displaced by Katrina.

Here are excerpts from our interview:

Hack Writer, Taylor Jones: I appreciate your being willing to let me interview you, Mr. Midweek.

Midweek: I said, 0 not 0.

Hack: Sorry, I guess it slipped my mind.

Midweek: Well, don’t let it slip again, Taylor Jones, the hack writer.

Hack: You knew Mel Brooks when you were a boy, right?

Midweek: Who?

Hack: Sorry. You knew Melvin Kaminsky, right?

Midweek: I knew the little twerp. Have you seen him? He owes me a buck.

Hack: I’ll check that out for you. Did you see indications of his comedy genius when he was young?

Midweek: He was about as funny as prunes.

Hack: So, he wasn’t funny when he was a kid?

Midweek: Is road kill funny? I’ve got to go now. I’m taking my lady out to lunch with this dough you gave me.

I didn’t ask “Ankles” how he got his nickname but I noticed that they were like those of a baby elephant.

After that unfruitful interview I decided that more research was needed to find the trends that generated a great American Jewish comedian. I’ve traced back to some of Mel’s ancestors to see if I couldn’t find some trend that led him to his life of Just Fooling Around.

Here are some of the results of my detailed research:

His Father

Mel’s father was either George Meddling, Fred Hopkins, or Isaiah Freedman. With no DNA results there was no help for definitive research there.

I decided to follow the maternal line. Noting that women are hardly ever funny, I decided to stick with the men in the line. (Note: A funny woman like Imogene Coca or Carol Burnett is priceless because of rarity.)

Maternal Grandfather

I learned that this was not his mother’s real father. I had to stick with the maternal side.

Maternal Great-grandfather

I learned that his maternal great-grandfather was born in a lighthouse that had not been visited for 13 months. Therefore I was able to go directly to his maternal great-grandfather and his maternal great-great-grandfather for male-evidence trends leading to Mel’s humor.

I found absolutely nothing funny about these two gentlemen.

The first had a hobby of collecting fish skins.

The other had a great interest in natural history too and wrote an unpublished article entitled An Exciting Day in the Life of the Now Extinct Giant Land Sloth.

An improved article on this creature is at [http://ladywildlife.com/animal/giantgroundslothinfo.htm]. Don’t forget to click on the blue dot to see the pics. It was bigger than an elephant.

Conclusion

I’ve decided that Mel Brooks just got into a bad crowd.

As final proof I point out his association with Harvey Korman.

Korman was born in Chicago, if that isn’t enough.

Also, Harvey is only one year younger than Brooks. See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harvey_Korman

QED!

Mel Brooks is Crazy!

John T. Jones, Ph.D. (tjbooks@hotmail.com), a retired college professor and business executive, Former editor of an international engineering magazine. To learn more about Wealthy Affiliate University go to his info site. If you desire a flagpole to Fly Old Glory, go to the business site.

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