Showing results by author "Will Durst"

This is a complete, unexpurgated presentation recorded for XM Radio at the DC Improv. Possible side effects of listening to this recording may include but are not limited to: SEDITION, SEVERE BRAIN DAMAGE, PARALYSIS, PARTIAL AND TOTAL PARALYSIS, NEAR DEATH, DEATH, TAXES, ANTHRAX EXPOSURE.

In which our intrepid correspondent runs a little interference for the vice president and cautions people to get off his butt.

In which our intrepid correspondent REdiscovers the greatest gift of the XMAS season is the gift of giving and beating down a clichéd premise like a rented mule.

In which our intrepid correspondent turns his gimlet eye towards professional basketball and the wonderment that is the oddly named Utah Jazz.

In which our intrepid correspondent investigates the customs and the consequences of the best holiday ever.

In which our intrepid correspondent regards the Iraq Study Group Report and its effect on our President with less than irrational exuberance.

A political comedian can offer you all of his best material. Such is the case with Will Durst in this live recording from Cobb's Comedy Club in San Francisco. His performance is brought to you courtesy of the First Amendment.

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 makes light of the perception problems facing the GOP in recent months. And he so enjoys doing it. He goes long.

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 voices his disappointment that the media attack deluge directed at talk show host Don Imus stopped right after he was fired.

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 castigates the Democrats for not being able to stir any movement across the aisle with an issue larger than Montana.

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

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 wonders aloud on how all the Republicans can talk about Reagan and change at the same time.

In which our intrepid correspondent wanders into the heart of the Midwest and gets confused by all the people huddling in the corners.

In which our intrepid correspondent scrapes the bottom of the barrel that holds our national soul.