Will Durst is an award-winning, nationally acclaimed political comic. Go to willdurst.com to find about more about his new CD, “Elect to Laugh,” as well as his one-man show “BoomerAging: From LSD to OMG."
Nine out of 10 historians agree; Reagan picked George Bush Sr. in an effort to appear Presidential, and in turn, Bush had to scrape the bottom of the barrel with a 36 inch Exacto Knife to come up with Quayle. If George W is indeed destined for an August balloon inundation, who the hell could he possibly choose?
Durst writes: "Since the Republicans are just making up the rules as they go along in this whole Impeachment thing, I thought we should assist them and update historical slices and popular phrases as they would have been if the times were like they are now here, there and then."
Durst writes: "Because unemployment is at an all time low, some folks have landed themselves occupations in which it is safe to say they are less qualified than goldfish running snowblowers ... I'm talking about people who are confused by their shoes who have keys."
Durst writes: "The toughest job in Washington, D.C., these strange days isn't the president's or even his battery of lawyers', but rather that of the First Lady, whose smile is so tight you can hear the enamel cracking during extreme close ups."
Durst writes: "For reasons known only to him and his best bud God, the Reverend Jerry Falwell thinks Ellen Degeneres should be called Ellen Degenerate. Why? Because her head faces the other way when she has sex. She probably eats sandwiches that aren't pressed turkey breast on white bread with mayonnaise as well. Personally, I think a clergyman who panders to the petty prejudices of what he considers a narrow minded flock is the real degenerate. Face it, God is an orgasm, and he/ she/ it doesn't care how which path we take to heaven, Reverend."
Durst writes, "Since December is to hard news what Jamie Farr is to Ibsen, the whole world now knows of the Oakland, CA Board of Education's resolution requiring its teachers to understand and appreciate black English, and to say the response has been provocative is real similar to calling an oil refinery's sloughing pool unsuitable for pre school swimming lessons."
Durst investigates the double-speak of the Republicans and Democrates. He writes, "WHAT THEY SAY: (Republicans) We value the women of our party. WHAT THEY MEAN: The ones that don't demand control of their bodies. WHAT THEY SAY: (Democrats) Families First. WHAT THEY MEAN: First Families Firster."
Durst says, "It's hard to figure out what's funnier about Steve Forbes' dweebal rise to the top of the GOP barrel. That a guy who's as telegenic as a big toe with a cramp is leading the pack or the whining of the other candidates that he's spending too much money."
Alabama Prison Commissioner, Ron Jones, the gentle soul responsible for reviving chain gangs in May has just reinstituted that Hollywood staple, the rock pile. He said turning rocks into gravel is "something meaningful for these inmates."
"Has some sort of transfer of power been enacted that we don't know about? I'm thinking the chain of command is so mixed up here, it's only a matter of time before Chelsea and Socks and Buddy start determining policy."
Durst writes: "You can bet he's going to find stacks and stacks of records. Immediately. Probably just sitting there right on top in a big file titled 'Nerve Gas: Our Own People.' Yeah, right, and then we'll open up that other file with the big black magic marker heading: 'JFK: the Real Murderers.'"
Durst writes: "In this whole ugly DC Zippergate mess with leaks and accusations of leakers and massive leaking, the one dry rock, and I mean stone cold solid hunk of granite is the Hillmeister. Not too surprising I guess. She's in the White House for crum's sake ... Ostensibly sleeping with the leader of the free world. Maybe not doing much in bed there, but power is a lot like real estate, it's all about location, location, location."
Durst writes, "During the Senate IRS investigations, Senators were shocked to hear reports of arrogance and gouging. Can't tell if they were more outraged or jealous. ValuJet changed its name to Airtran Airlines, and doubled their maintenance operation, which means what: two wrenches?"
Durst writes: "So to believe the newpapers, humankind is doomed because a bunch of circuits and wires made Gary Kasparov cry ... Personally, I don't think he's wound all that tight to begin with. The guy probably cries at AT&T commercials ... And no, we're not going to bring Hockey into this. Besides, who do you think programmed the stupid computer?"
Durst on the sexual harrasment charges Paula Jones has made against President Clinton: "Ms. Jones claims that in a Little Rock hotel room in 1991, Bill Clinton dropped his pants and said, 'Kiss it, please.' I have one question: Who would do that? I know why Clinton is the object of these accusations. He looks like he can get it up. Well I don't mean to be vulgar, but can you imagine Bush, Reagan or Dole having an erection?"
Durst says, "The House Ethics Committee, which of course is a lot like saying the Mojave Desert Yacht Club, or the Upper Michigan Ballet Company or the Garrison Keillor Prairie Home Companion Moment of Humor, has dismissed several charges against Newt Gingrich. No big deal. "
A joke from Durst: Two cows are standing in the English countryside. One says to the other: "I'm a little worried about this mad cow disease." "Not me," says the other. "Why not?" returns the first. "Because I'm a rabbit."
Durst says if they want to change the definition of the cost of living index to save money they might as well change the name too. He suggests "COJBSA, the Cost of Just Barely Subsisting Adjustment, or the COLIASSSWUWAMVTPA, the Cost of Living In A Stupidly Selfish Society Where Useless Weapons Are More Valued Than People Adjustment."
"The American people love tax cuts. That was the Republican reasoning for trying to gut Medicare to the tune of $268 billion and offset it with tax cuts. Well, let's catalogue more things the American people want ..."
"Brothers and Sisters, step right up to see the strangest collection of political candidates this side of a Louisiana governors race. Freaks of nature. Chameleons. Shape shifters. If things keep going the way they're headed, Bush will end up the fighter pilot, and McCain will transform into the favorite son of Texas with vocabulary dyslexia."
Durst writes: "The Carl's Jr's. fast food chain has a new slogan promoting how messy its hamburgers are; 'If it doesn't get all over the place, it doesn't belong in your face.' Now, I know the art of advertising is mostly hyperbole and exaggeration, but this phrase has a logic glitch the size of one of Jupiter's moons."
Durst writes: "Every American Working Family's Wish List: A Living Wage. A Live-in Nanny. A Closed Circuit Nanny Cam. A Four Wheel Drive Corvette Station Wagon. Flex Time (Meaning Work More Flexible to Families Instead of Vice Versa). Tax Credits for Child Care. Tax Credits for Macaroni Cheese and Tuna Casseroles."
Durst writes, "Before we were so rudely interrupted, I think we were speaking of the 105th Congress finishing up their first half exhibiting the grace of an elephant on an escalator. Let's continue shall we? Education: Denied administration money to develop reading and math tests. Message here being; an educated electorate tends not to favor incumbents."
Durst writes, "ABC just announced an agreement with American Airlines to give frequent flyer miles for watching certain television shows on the network's schedule. Oh yeah, that's just what we need. Couch potatoes with a purpose. "
Durst comments on right wing accusations that a felon with possible ties to the Bonanno organized crime family attended a Democratic coffee at the White House: "This incendiary accusation has been twisted all out of proportion for purely partisan purposes by the conservative elite right wing media. For one thing, a lot of felons have gravitated towards 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, including more than a couple of guys who got themselves elected in; does the name Nixon have any meaning here? They should install an official plaque on the West Gate designating it San Quentin East."
Durst writes, "Republican Party plans on using videotaped excerpts from Martin Luther King's 'I Have a Dream' speech in their $2 million pro-Proposition 209 ad blitz. This proposition would ban discrimination or preferential treatment of ethnic and gender groups by California public agencies. I was thinking of what historical analogies one could make from this height of twisted arrogance, and these are a few I came up with."
Will Durst says now that Bob Dole has resigned from the Senate, he should forget about the election, head straight home to Kansas, take the storm windows off and put up the screens. Welcome home to retirement.
Durst says, "Poor Fidel Castro. The guy just can't win. He goes out of his way, puts on a nice suit and New York City still teats him like a musk ox at a disabled gazelle convention. Chronically flatulent bus boys with Turrets's Syndrome get more respect."
"The former spokesmurf, George Stephanopoulos, claims to be shocked to find out Bill was a big liar. Considering George was in Presidential politics, this sounds like the guy who cleans elephant cages professing to be confused by the amount of manure he has to work with."
"In the perfect ironically twisted ending to the Reagan legacy, conservatives are wringing their hands because Edmund Morris' long awaited new biography of Ronald Reagan provides little or no insight into the man. Hello!"