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PhotOH! Well, come on, if a**holes can get married…

Being an asshole is part of my manly essencegay if choice so what, people choose to be assholes, they marry

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Topeka, Kansas house across from the Westboro Baptist Church.

Screen grab from video of Topeka, Kansas house across from the Westboro Baptist Church.

GOP autopsy: “The victim was probably dead for a long time, just didn’t know it.”

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Today’s guest post by the one, the only, Will Durst:

THE GOP AUTOPSY

Normally you don’t expect to see the words “Republicans” and “introspection” right next to each other. Like supermodel and barbecue. Physicist and polka. Gazelle and ophthalmology. You catch my drift.

But that’s exactly what happened last week, when the Republican Party released a 100- page report detailing why their last presidential campaign skidded into the emergency room Dead on Arrival.

The findings were compiled through analysis, interviews and feedback from campaign managers, focus groups, and most likely augmented by clandestine hanging out at bars during happy hour in the proximity of graveyards and funeral parlors. Some paint it as a comprehensive post-election review. Others argue it’s incomprehensible. The media calls it an autopsy. A self- addressed post-mortem love letter in the spirit of Poe.

Hogwash and flummery could also be thrown into the descriptive mix as the dispatch’s theme finds nothing wrong with the party message; the problem is all in the delivery. No need to demonstrate more compassion, the trick is to seem more compassionate. Got to learn how to win Ohio without ticking off Arkansas. In other words, all they need to do is to bleach the leopard’s spots.

The study was commissioned by members of the party’s hierarchy and given the official title- Growth and Opportunity Project. A GOP for the GOP. Although Grossly Obvious Poppycock fits as well. Claiming party purity trumps electoral victory, there is already heavy pushback from the right. “What good is it to win earthly spoils when you lose your immortal soul and your breath still smells like embalming fluid?”

What this really calls for is an independent perspective. You want an autopsy, we’ll give you an autopsy.

“Summary Report of Autopsy concerning the corpse of the 2012 Republican campaign. External Examination. Close inspection of the body, an old white billionaire, reveals a serrated knife approximately 9 inches long with the initials, Grover Norquist, engraved on the handle, protruding from under the right side between the 4th & 5th ribs.

Gunshot residue found covering the right hand in excess of ½ inch depth, which considering the holes in the right temple exhibiting upward trajectories, is consistent with what can only be described as a series of self- inflicted gunshot wounds. DNA tests reveal skin samples found under the broken nails of both hands are indicative of numerous encounters between the victim and an unknown woman or perhaps group of women.

The nose is missing which corresponds to the victim’s recent recurring publicized bout of TeaPartyitis, a disease which causes the sufferer to cut off his nose to spite his face. In the rectum, what appears to be a wooden stick 6 inches long and ¾ inch in diameter, has been lodged for quite some time causing a critical backup of feces.

Pending toxicology results from the lab, internal examination reveals organs in a state consistent with the victim’s age, with two conspicuous anomalies. A steady diet of bunk and bamboozle has dulled the senses creating a milky film that covers the retinas. Most exceptional was the astonishing discovery of the total absence of a heart.

It is the opinion of this office the cause of death was this myocardial void along with the aforementioned complications from various acute traumas. In other words, the victim was probably dead for a long time, just didn’t know it.”

5 time Emmy- nominee Will Durst’s e- book “Elect to Laugh!” published by Hyperink, now available at Redroom.com, Amazon and many other fine virtual book retailers near you. Go to  willdurst.com for info @ stand up performances.

Frequently Asked Questions: Electing a New Pope

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Today’s guest post by the one, the only, Will Durst:

FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS: ELECTING A NEW POPE

Q. Can you please explain what the heck is going on in Rome?
A. Well, Pope Benedict XVI retired and now Catholic Cardinals from around the world are congregating to elect a new one.
Q. When was the last time a pope retired?
A. Thursday.
Q. No, before that.
A. July 4, 1415. Gregory XII stepped down to head off on a hot weekend with his brother- in- law’s sister’s seamstress’ pool boy in Sardinia.
Q. Seriously?
A. Rumor has it.
Q. Which makes Benedict the 1st man in 600 years able to say he used to be pope?
A. Don’t care who you are, that’s always got to be the cherry on top your resume.
Q. Does the former pope still get to call himself Benedict XVI?
A. Nope, he’s plain old Joseph Ratzinger again. But he’s always been Ratzy to his friends. He was bestowed a new title: Pontiff Emeritus. And still gets to kick off his red loafers in a Vatican villa.
Q. You think that might prove to be a bit embarrassing should the former Vicar of Christ ever decide to step out on a date?
A. Tell me about it. It’s one thing for your parents to hang around while you watch television, but a couple of thousand folks praying 24 hours a day? As romantic as a tornado watch in a trailer court.
Q. Still…?
A. Exactly. “Want to come back to my place?” takes on a whole new meaning. Could take some of the sting out of being fallible again.
Q. What does he do now? Write a book? A little consulting for some downtrodden cult?
A. Maybe, but knowing the Catholic Church, he probably had to sign at least a three year non- compete.
Q. How many popes have there been total?
A. The numbers get a little sketchy around the Dark Ages, but best estimates have the next pontiff being the 266th Bishop of Rome
Q. Is it true the Catholic Church is fast tracking the election process?
A. Yes, they’ve thrown themselves into a frenzy of hyperactivity. Which means accelerating all the way past erosion right up to snail’s pace. For instance they have yet to meet to decide when to convene.
Q. Who gets to vote for the new Pope?
A. All Cardinals under the age of 80 not currently under indictment are allowed to vote.
Q. Which leaves how many?
A. About 8, 9. No, actually, it’s around 115.
Q. How does this vote work?
A. For the first seven rounds, a 2/3rds majority if required, after that just 50% plus one. In the past, the College of Cardinals have been deadlocked for up to three years. which would make a great mini- series. NBC should jump on this.
Q. What’s the deal with the smoke?
A. After each vote, the ballots are burned. If no winner is picked, a chemical is added to make the smoke black. If there is a winner, no chemical added- smoke remains white. Green smoke is just some priest encouraging Romans to recycle.
Q. What kind of shot do Americans have?
A. None. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Nothing. Really, does it always have to be about us?
Q. I’ll ask the questions here. Any idea who will be elected?
A. Most likely a guy. Probably some cardinal. Brazil? Stay tuned.

5 time Emmy- nominee Will Durst’s e- book “Elect to Laugh!” published by Hyperink, now available at Redroom.com, Amazon and many other fine virtual book retailers near you. Go to willdurst.com for info @ stand up performances.

SNL VIDEO: The Hagel confirmation hearing we didn’t see. The “fellating a donkey” mention might be why we didn’t.

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Saturday Night Live goes all out and skewers Senate Republicans in an unaired spoof of the grilling Defense Secretary nominee Chuck Hagel got during his confirmation hearings on CSPAN. It was cut from the show at the last minute, but thanks to the Internets, we get to see an SNL Moment of Utterly Inane, and Not Yet Ready for Prime or Late Night Time Hilarity.

We see the GOP bickering, grandstanding, and falling all over themselves to compete over who loves Israel the mostest of all.

Before you know it, they go skidding into full-on SNLvision as John McCain demands to know whether or not Hagel would go on national television and– wait for it– “fellate a donkey if the survival of Israel were at stake.”

Yes he says that.

but wait there's more

The Republicans then try to outdo each other to prove they would all have oral sex with a donkey– or maybe a mule, since donkeys might be castrated– if it meant a secure Israel.

Of course, Lindsey Graham says he’d “do it in a second, but then I grew up on a farm, so…”

And yes, tea bagging made its way into the sketch.

But you haven’t lived until you’ve seen Fred Armisen stifling a laugh while doing his hilarious impression of Senator Bernie Sanders.

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You’re welcome.

Huge h/t: Taegan

Official 2013 State of the Union drinking game

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Today’s guest post by the one, the only, Will Durst:

BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA 2013 STATE OF THE UNION DRINKING GAME

WHAT YOU NEED TO PLAY:

4 taxpayers of any sex: 1 rich white banker- type wearing a Suit. Cuff links would be nice. 1 person in a Blue work Shirt, another in a White shirt and 1 wearing Rags that in a former life might have been an integral part of a frantic escape through the sewers of Paris. At high tide.

The Four group around a coffee table directly in front of a television with newspapers laid on table and floor.

1 shot glass per person. Everybody brings own and places on table. Suit gets first pick for use during game. White Shirt picks next, then Blue Shirt. Suit pockets last glass as well, and Rags either rents it, borrows a replacement from kitchen or drinks out of own cupped hands.

20 buck ante for White & Blue Shirt. Suit throws in a quarter while Rags can write an IOU.

Fondue pot on table with 2 packages of Li’l Smokies stewing in Hawaiian barbecue sauce, surrounded by 100 cocktail toothpicks. The kind with the little American flags wrapped around the top.

A large stash of canned beer. Rags gets the cheapest stuff that can be found, like Old Milwaukee Ice Dry Light; Suit gets to drink whatever import he requests; Shirts get to pick favorite domestic, but are required to pay for beer, Li’l Smokies and accouterments.

RULES OF THE GAME.
1. Whenever Barack H Obama mentions bipartisanship or working across the aisle, everybody drinks a shot of beer.
2. Everybody drinks 2 shots of beer if Speaker Boehner starts to cry. An entire can if he breaks down sobbing or disappears from view.
3. If Barack H. Obama ever says “Democratic leadership,” everybody must drink a whole beer then throw empty can at television. Anybody who hits Harry Reid is exempt from drinking 3 more shots of beer.
4. If he tells a folksy tale with a deeper meaning about not leaving before the job is done, the last person to throw their arms in the air, fall to their knees and shout “Hallelujah!” has to drink an entire beer.
5. Whenever President mentions liberty or freedom of the proud Afghani people, stand up, salute with your right hand and drink shot of beer with left. If he talks about the liberty or freedom of the American people, stand up, salute with left hand and drink shot of beer with right. First person to mess up has to drink two more shots.
6. If President says the State of the Union is good, but could be better, first person to stop laughing is exempt from drinking one shot of beer and gets to pummel Suit with empty shot glass. No head shots.
7. If Obama mentions the word “drone” everybody immediately makes continuous droning noises. First person to run out of breath has to drink two shots of beer.
8. Every time Barack Obama mentions immigration, last person to eat 2 Li’l Smokies has to drink 2 shots of beer. Use toothpicks.
9. If Vice President Joe Biden is caught nodding off, last person to start singing “Wake Up, Little Susie” has to drink 3 shots of beer.
10. Whenever the President talks about his resolve and adopts a frowny look with his brow all furrowed and stuff, everybody throws Li’l Smokies at the television. The first person to hit Nancy Pelosi in the head is exempt from having to drink 2 shots of beer. Toothpick use optional.
11. If Barack tells heartfelt story of banker with heart of gold, Suit gets to kick everyone else once. Twice if subject is in the audience. If sitting next to a general, the number of times equal to the amount of stars.

EXTRAS:
Anybody who can identify person giving Republican Response doesn’t have to watch it.
Suit takes home cash discarding the IOU.
Whoever comes closest to guessing number of Standing Os takes home leftover beer after Rags finishes cleaning up.

5 time Emmy- nominee Will Durst’s e- book “Elect to Laugh!” published by Hyperink, now available at Redroom.com, Amazon and many other fine virtual book retailers near you. Go to willdurst.com for info @ stand up performances, such as next week in Tahoe & Reno.

Doonesbury– GOP caucus to Boehner: “You’re DEAD to us, Suntan! Hear me? DEAD!”

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I feel a yummy story arc coming on, courtesy of the snarkalicious Garry Trudeau.

More here on the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad GOP dissension-slash-implosion.

2013 Shoulda Coulda Woulda Resolutions

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Today’s guest post by the one, the only, Will Durst:

2013 SHOULDA COULDA WOULDA RESOLUTIONS

Okay. Bent over. Hands on knees. Breathing hard. Whew. Made it. “Pant. Pant.” For a while there, didn’t seem like it’d ever happen, but somehow we mercifully staggered across the annum finish line finally placing 2012 irrevocably in the rear view mirror. Make no mistake, the political climate is still volatile. Rash. Mad. Loud. Pulsating forehead vein above arcing spray of spittle loud. And the double- crossing chicanery hasn’t mellowed a bit of a spot of an iota from the fever pitch of last year’s quadrennial heights.

But now we’re deep enough into the new year that a few of us have occasionally remembered to scribble “2013” on our checks. Yeah, checks. Aren’t we the digital ones? Mostly zeroes. And as a public service we here at Durstco have offered to assist with a couple of resolutions that should have been made for this, the fourth year of the second decade of the 21st century. But probably weren’t.

  • Donald Trump commits himself, sometime during the coming year, against his better judgment; to somehow stumble onto the semblance of a clue.
  • Joe Biden takes an oath to learn how to laugh without frightening children.
  • Epitomizing the height of lowered expectations, the 113 Congress resolves to do more than the 112 Congress.
  • Rick Perry guarantees to someday be the President of some darn country even if he has to secede to do it.
  • President Obama pledges to outline a plan to fix the Social Security problem once and for all that doesn’t include raising the retirement age to 83.
  • General David Patraeus vows to eat more meals at home. Alone. In the garage.
  • Chris Christie swears to do all he can to avoid snickering every time he runs into Mitt Romney.
  • Greece aspires to become much more like Portugal.
  • Hillary Clinton swears to do all she can to avoid snickering every time she runs into Joe Biden.
  • Stung by NFL violence, Nike vows to never again tie its star to overpaid athletes and considers featuring school teachers in its ads. Lasts about an hour.
  • Governor Jerry Brown promises to focus less on the vast spaceship that is Earth and more on the run down long- term parking shuttle that is California.
  • Tim Pawlenty vows to utilize the latest strobe technology to at least give the appearance of movement.
  • Clint Eastwood vows to practice, practice, practice.
  • PBS determines not to do anything to rile Congress and makes plans to transform itself into the 24 hour Antiques Roadshow Network. Minus all that disreputable controversy.
  • The Airline Industry makes every effort to finally rid the skies of the most dangerous security element known to man: those pesky passengers.
  • The European Financial crisis promises to fade into the wings.
  • The Asian Financial crisis promises to take center stage.
  • John Boehner pledges to find a foundation color that reads less pumpkin and more summer squash.
  • Harry Reid makes a determined effort to focus more on the slightly wacky and less on the plumb crazy.
  • The Supreme Court steadfastly avers to put the fun back in dysfunctional.
  • Sheldon Adelson vows to spend the rest of his fortune on less risky bets than preposterous presidential candidates. He proceeds to blow it all on Nigerian lottery tickets.
  • Lindsay Lohan makes a concerted effort to get back to the thing she’s really good at. And equally determined to remember exactly what that is.

5 time Emmy- nominee Will Durst’s new e- book “Elect to Laugh!” published by Hyperink, is now available at Redroom.com, Amazon or any fine virtual book retailer near you.