Wednesday, July 22, 2009


Last night's Gun Nuts show was a lot of fun - after a fascinating conversation about the National Right to Carry Amendment that is being voted on today, we moved on to a call-in segment. We wanted to know what our listeners would ask Obama if they had 30 seconds alone with him. Our most creative answer of the evening came from my good friend from the #gunblogger_conspiracy Unix-Jedi, who has a blog but is really more famous for his blog comments. He had so many things to say that he decided to change the words to Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire" to work everything in. Here are they lyrics so you can sing along...

Birth certificate, Reverend Wright
Columbia Thesis, Chicago blight

Michelle's hospital raise, Unemployment rate
Less than 3 years at every job, Hillary at State

Joyce Foundation, his kids in private school
Mayor Daley, Unemployment pool

57 states, Argula on sale
Chicago politics, Biden's speeches fail.

Ayers' bombs, utopia, 25 million dead,
Dorn's felonies, *what* was that Biden said?

Heath care, racist Grandma
Islamic school, missing Pa.

Fascism and socialism and owning Chrysler and GM.
Do any democrats pay taxes billed 'em?

Dropping ratings, teleprompter woes
Difficult decisions, Bush sure knows.

Also, whenever I know I'm hosting the show on webcam, I have a momentary panic of, "Ack! How should I do my hair? Up or down? Where's my lipgloss? Am I shiny? Do I need powder? Ack! Is there spinach in my teeth?" and always, always, "Oh, no - what should I wear?"

But for once , I didn't have that problem. I had the just the thing...

(the last hope for humanity...rests on a high-power machine gun!)

And of course, if you missed it, you can learn how to download last night's (and every other night's) show.


pdb said...

I never knew in his chest beat the heart of a poet...

I also think you're accumulating the awesomest t-shirt collection in history.

Mike W. said...

Sweet shirt! I was trying to read it last night but the webcam window was too tiny.

Joanna said...

Okay, honestly? The birth certificate thing drives me nuts. Two impoverished students (one pregnant!) + overseas travel there and back (with newborn!) + newspaper announcement from Hawaiian hospital + why bother faking documents then? + Occam's Freaking Razor = sorry, he's a citizen.

The only reason Obama's let the "controversy" go on is because it's a distraction and it makes his opponents look like idiots.

Alan said...

That shirt kicks ass all by itself.

Tam said...

That shirt rocks out so hard it hurts.

(And I am saying this as a connoisseur of badass tee shirts.)

Hecate said...

Which of course begs the question, where did you get that awesome shirt?

Old NFO said...

Nice shirt! and a good show!

Breda said...

I found the shirt at one of those discount type stores & it was only $4!!

Anonymous said...

30 seconds alone with Obama? All I could think of was this joke:

The CIA had an opening for an assassin. After all of the background checks, interviews, and testing were done there were three finalists — two men and one woman. For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.
"We must know that you will follow your instructions, no matter what the circumstances. Inside this room you will find your wife sitting in a chair. You have to kill her.”
The first man said, “You can’t be serious. I could never shoot my wife."
The agent replies, “Then you’re not the right man for this job."
The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes. Then the agent came out with tears in his eyes. “I tried, but I can’t kill my wife.”
The agent replies, “You don’t have what it takes. Take your wife and go home.” Finally, it was the woman’s turn. Only she was told to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one shot after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, “You guys didn’t tell me the gun was loaded with blanks. I had to beat him to death with the chair.”