- It’s so foreign to me, wanting to own a gun, especially the kind you’d use in a war. I don’t know why, but shooting just doesn’t appeal to me. I did it that one time with Lisa, and don’t feel the need to ever do it again. People on YouTube blow away bowling balls and old toaster ovens in their back yards, and I just don’t get it. I’ve never thought to stalk and kill my own food. I don’t worry that a race war is coming and I need to arm myself in advance of it. Nor am I concerned that an escaped psychopath is going to break down my front door in the middle of the night. Things like that clearly happen, but I’d just as soon prepare by having a back door. Where I live now, in the U.K., it’s hard to get a rifle and next to impossible to secure a handgun. Yet somehow, against all odds, British people feel free. Is it that they don’t know what they’re missing? Or is the freedom they feel the freedom of not being shot to death in a classroom or a shopping mall or a movie theatre?
This kind of liberal humor is great when it connects. And potentially a series of dad joke level riffs that have extended the career of Paula Poundstone indefinitely. Full disclosure: I can find myself listening to Wait Wait Don't Tell Me, but I hate myself while I do it. Peter Seagal has some good zingers. Fight me, bro!
Man, I'm three kids into my adult life. Dad jokes are my bread and butter; Wait, Wait is the mead I wash it down with. I do have the self respect to groan whenever Paula Poundstone makes a joke, though. I'd like the New Yorker Radio Hour more if David Remnick didn't sound like such a milksop. Dude talks like he has little suspenders for his socks that attach to his underpants
David Remnick has a distracting voice? WABE in Atlanta has the NPRiest NPR voiced host who ever NPR'ed. It could easily be a parody Listening to this woman stilt through a story about queer culture last week was funny and frustrating at the same time. The lady sounds like she just had a stroke that seriously affected her cadence and it's incredibly distracting to me while I try to listen to her conduct an interview about something I'm interested in. I listened to a few minutes before switching to music on my phone. She used to just introduce afternoon jazz until we got a second public radio station. Her voice used to be the cue to find something else to listen to but they've now made her try to do real work