Jerry Lewis, King of the Jews

It's Christmas Eve and every Christmas Eve, at least since the internet started, I like to go to You Tube and watch Jerry Lewis's pantomime to the typewriter sound effects in Leroy Anderson's The Typewriter Song which the King of the Jews "performed" in one of his god awful motion picture comedy horrors. It is titled, on You Tube, as Jerry Lewis's "masterpiece." It is about the most personally embarassing - to me - experience I am - to date - capable of having. He is SO bad and SO nervy and SO obviously convinced that he is actually being entertaining, that, by way of contrast, Doodles Weaver performing the Beetlebomb Skit, or Don Adams performing the Astronaut's Crayons skit, seem like comedic flashpoints of brilliance from William Shakespeare rather than the dismal comedy crap they really are. I have a good imagination and I cannot imagine the pain and personal humiliation of the production crew on the set at having to be a part of the filming of this atrocity that actually rivals the Holocaust in the merciless degree of the intensity of pure, unfiltered, sadistic torture to the victims: who in this case would be Jerry's audience. Of course Jerry Lewis's whole performing career has been an endless onslaught and infinitely long dumpster train of performances just like this one, filled to the brim and overflowing onto the floor with strained, bizarre, and almost crazed versions of comedy embarassment. But his pantomime of a typist to The Typewriter Song is by far the most caustically painful to me personally and I try to never miss it on Christmas Eve so that I can be thankful for all the other things I have that are NOT the watching of this performance of raw, naked, unwholesomely revolting, cow puke. Good job, Jerry, you really, really ARE a festering, steaming, whalloping and gurgling pile of worthless drizzling shit.