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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.

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.

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 gets a bit snarky - and yeah, we know it's not all that unusual, but forewarned is forearmed, as they say.

In which our intrepid correspondent reveals deep buried longings and imagines some of the nasty possible consequences at the same time.

In which our intrepid correspondent illustrates the differences between the Republicans and the Democrats by focusing on their primary processes.

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 muses about a change in "staying the course" in Iraq that promises to please nobody - which just might please everybody.

In which our intrepid correspondent rambles a bit. As he is wont to do. But it's kind of funny.

In which our intrepid correspondent once again lambastes an integral part of our nation's electoral process. What is wrong with this boy?

In which our intrepid correspondent waxes poetic about the astronomical apogee of the big star at the center of our solar system.

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 congratulates a tiny federal agency for going above and beyond the call of dufusity.

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

In which our intrepid correspondent mutters aloud about the pressing concerns of...unh, something. Something really important, too.

In which our intrepid correspondent goes a little off the deep end with the whole satire thing.

In which our intrepid correspondent speaks from an 8 year old heart on the beginning of the greatest time of the year: the opening of baseball season!

In which our intrepid correspondent figuratively shoots a Supersoaker at the Olympic Torch, but with, as always, a modicum of taste. No MSG.

In which our intrepid correspondent verbally illuminates how to tell who wins the upcoming combat between our two major political behemoths.

In which our intrepid correspondent walks John McCain down Wall Street under a steel umbrella to repel the falling stock brokers.