Talk Radio

Barry: It's immoral for the government of this country to have tax dollars to be goin' to addicts. But it's all right for our tax dollars, four billion of them, to go into a system that's a complete joke. More drugs than ever are coming into this country. Our courts, our jails are clogged with cases. The other night up in New York City, crack dealers killed another cop. Any kid who wants a hit can get one. That's right. When are we gonna wake up, Rhonda? When are we going to admit that drug prohibition is not working in this country? Rhonda: I think- Barry: Know what I think? I think we should legalize all drugs, as sinister as that sounds. Rhonda: That's the dumbest thing I ever heard. Barry: Is it? A junkie could go to a drugstore, sign his name, get the stuff for a buck...then he doesn't have to rob or kill for his habit. Rhonda: You cannot let children have drugs. Barry: Why not? They're gonna get it anyway. Why not? In America today we're talking about shooting up in the eighth gr

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Barry: Last summer I visited Germany. Wanted to take a look at Hitler's homeland. Are you familiar with Adolf Hitler, Chet? Chet: I'm familiar with Adolf Hitler. Barry: I bet you are. I decided to visit the remains of a concentration camp on the outskirts of Munich: Dachau. You join a tour group, go out by bus, get out at the gate. It's chilling. A sign over the gate says, "Arbeit Macht Frei." It means, "Work will make you free" - something the Nazis told their prisoners. You still listening to me, Chet? Chet: I'm counting your lies. Barry: Good. I wanna make sure you're hearing them. I'm walking around this concentration camp, and I see something on the ground. I picked it up. Guess what I found, Chet? A tiny Star of David. Very old. Who knows? It might've belonged to one of the prisoners at the camp. Maybe a small boy torn from his parents as they were dragged off to the slaughterhouse. I kept that Star of David. I know I shouldn't have, but I did. I keep it right here on my console.

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Chet: So now everyone in the country can hear your big mouth flap. Barry: Oh, Chet. So nice to hear from you again. Shouldn't you be out burning crosses or molesting children or something? Chet: I'd rather be talking to you. Barry: Or training pit bulls? Chet: You think you're so smart... You get the package I sent down to the station? Barry: Package? Chet: You got it, I know you did. Barry: [Sarcastic] You sent me a present, Chet? Chet: I couldn't decide whether to use a timer or not. You'll have to find that out when you open it. Barry: You're telling me you sent me a bomb in the mail? Chet: Wrapped in brown paper. I know you're lookin' at it right now. You just take some C-4, roll it in a pile of nuts and bolts and pebbles, and it does the job. Barry: Sounds interesting, Chet. I didn't receive your package. Sure you sent it to the right address? Chet: You got it. If I were you, I'd have my pretty assistant give the police a call. Take the bomb squad ten minutes to get there. Barry:

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Caller: You're part of the problem. You're another Jew, another weed-eating Jew, in control of the media of this country. And from there, you pass judgment on that which you don't know. And there will come a day for you, Barry, and thousands of others like you who have slept with black women, who have lied to us, when you will hang from your neck with a placard around it saying, "I betrayed my race." [hangs up] Barry: Well, what can you say to a paranoid schizophrenic who's a coward for hanging up, except that I guess the day that I hang, I'll probably defend the asshole who hung me. Talk radio. Free speech isn't really free at all. It's actually a little bit like Russian roulette. A very expensive commodity. You never know what's gonna come up the next time you push the button.

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