Showing results by author "Will Durst"

In which our intrepid correspondent reveals what it is that he admires about a man who is able to look evil while wearing a short sleeved shirt.

Dangerous incompetents on the Right. Waffling wimps on the Left. And only one brave comedian stands between them: Will Durst. In Ring Toss for Aliens, Will valiantly leads his one-comic campaign to make the world safe for satire. And pity those who fall prey to his barbed wit.

In which our intrepid correspondent takes issue with the NFL's lawyers who are attempting to secure superfluous trademark protection.

In which our intrepid correspondent watches as the president's man kicks the dead cat of Iraq down the road - and will until 1/21/09.

In which our intrepid correspondent ruminates about the deterioration of the dollar and the morass of ugliness that awaits us as we try to pick up the pieces.

In which our intrepid correspondent explores other social oddities that would rival Fox News as an interior fallacy.

In which your intrepid correspondent stands up for Rich Little in the face of every comedian's worst nightmare.

In which our intrepid correspondent once again - and how tiring has this become - rails against the administration for the appearance of a lack of moral leadership. But who is he, Mr. Passed Out in His Clothes Again, to judge?

In which our intrepid correspondent finally stands up on his hind legs and rebukes the Breck Girl for his two Americas- those that barricade themselves from the press in hotel bathrooms and those that don't.

In which our intrepid correspondent tries to follow the breadcrumbs of a certain U.S. Senator from Idaho, but gets lost somewhere around the North Dakota border. I know, you're shocked.

In which our intrepid correspondent is determined to greet 2007 by coming up with a list of resolutions he is confident he can keep.

In which our intrepid correspondent rails about the appearance on our shores of an infallible holy man - and no, he's not talking about Bono.

In which our intrepid correspondent speaks of the hot air bedeviling the southern end of the Mississippi and how it affects the hot air bedeviling the northern end of the Mississippi.

In which our intrepid correspondent lumbers illogically through his possible six degrees of separation from a certain Al Qaeda mastermind.

In which our intrepid correspondent trots out a typical attack ad funded by one of those rascally 527 organizations.

In which our intrepid correspondent cogitates that the Obama machine is running a little smoother than the vaunted Clinton machine.

In which our intrepid correspondent becomes despondent after contemplating the amount of corners we've seen our elected corner-turners make.

In which our intrepid correspondent basks in the reflected heat of our lady of inevitability proves herself to be evitable.

In which our intrepid correspondent gets so confused by NASA's latest excuses that he perplexes himself. Admittedly, not all that hard to do.

In which our intrepid correspondent graciously gives awards to the small group of public servants who have gone above and beyond the call of duty to make his job easier.