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This Was Not a Memorial to Paul Wellstone:<br />

A Case Study in Right-Wing <strong>Lies</strong><br />

When I do my corporate speeches, I normally talk to groups that are anywhere from 60 to,<br />

oh, 97 percent Republican. They know I'm liberal, and <strong>the</strong>y're normally aware that <strong>the</strong>y're<br />

conservative. So sometimes <strong>the</strong>y're a little nervous that I'll do jokes that make <strong>the</strong>m<br />

uncomfortable or angry. Here's how I defuse <strong>the</strong> situation.<br />

I say, "As you probably can figure out from my book Rush Limbaugh Is a Big Fat Idiot,<br />

I'm a liberal. <strong>And</strong> I know you're conservative. <strong>And</strong> that's okay. See, I've discovered that<br />

Democrats can't afford me."<br />

Huge laugh. They love this. It makes <strong>the</strong>m feel rich.<br />

Then I say, "So what I do is, I make fun of you. You laugh. <strong>And</strong> <strong>the</strong>n you pay me."<br />

Ano<strong>the</strong>r huge laugh. Now I can say pretty much anything I want, and <strong>the</strong>y'll just laugh<br />

and pay me. Everybody's happy.<br />

Democrats are a different story. Unlike corporate events (which, by <strong>the</strong> way, I love—<br />

you can book me on <strong>the</strong> web), I speak to Democrats for free. I try not to do it too often, because<br />

a guy's gotta eat. So I pick and choose. <strong>And</strong> <strong>the</strong> Democrat I did <strong>the</strong> most speaking for<br />

over <strong>the</strong> years was Paul Wellstone.<br />

Part of it was that I grew up in Minnesota. <strong>And</strong> Paul knew my folks. In Wellstone's<br />

first campaign for <strong>the</strong> Senate in 1990, my dad was part of a senior citizen <strong>the</strong>ater troupe that<br />

did skits for Paul at nursing homes. That's pretty grassroots, don't you think?<br />

My dad died in 1993, and my mom went downhill pretty fast. They had been married<br />

for fifty-one years. She got depressed, and about four years ago went into a severe psychotic<br />

depression, which brought with it an exciting element of paranoia.<br />

One night at <strong>the</strong> hospital, I went up to one of <strong>the</strong> nurses and said, "Excuse me, it's<br />

kind of awkward to ask this, but I feel out of loyalty to my mom, I should."<br />

"Go ahead," she said.<br />

"Yeah. What I was wondering is, um, are you pumping poison gas into my mom's<br />

room? <strong>And</strong> are you videotaping her? <strong>And</strong> are you not really a nurse, but actually an actress<br />

who is trying to kill my mom?"

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