The actual exchange was:
Woman - ...I can't trust Obama. I have read about him and he's not, he's not..he's a...um..he's an Arab.
McCain - no ma'am. He's a decent family man citizen that I just happen to have disagreements with on fundamental issues and that's what this campaign is all about.

I don't hear it as McCain saying Obama is either Arab or decent man thing. I hear it as McCain responding to HER use of the word "Arab" as a pejorative.

No ma'am, I'm afraid there's very little that could render this skit entertaining. They kicked the damn joke so hard it knocked all wind from her diaphragm..

This show used to be hilarious to me. Not any more, no ma'am.

*promote on 11/16/2012, the day unions forced Hostess out of business. 18,700 jobs ELIMINATED!

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Their fruit pies sucked, good riddance to those.....

>> ^Lann:

Uh, yeah there are still family farms/ranches. I should know, grew up on one.
All farms/ranches are corporations. Family owned or not, it's a business.
>> ^longde:
He bragging about farmers, but aren't all those big farms run by corporations. There are no Ma & Pa Kent operations anymore.



I just this very afternoon came to the realization that farms or whatnot usually have names because they are in fact a business. Lazy Bob Ranch,Battle star Farms etc. It had stemmed from my wondering why all these places I go to have names, who the hell names their house.

Uh, yeah there are still family farms/ranches. I should know, grew up on one.

All farms/ranches are corporations. Family owned or not, it's a business.
>> ^longde:

He bragging about farmers, but aren't all those big farms run by corporations. There are no Ma & Pa Kent operations anymore.

He bragging about farmers, but aren't all those big farms run by corporations. There are no Ma & Pa Kent operations anymore.

"No ma, Yeller's my dog. I'll do it."

Blankfist, can I see you out back for a minute?

Listen to Lara Logan breathily ask him if he has any doubts.

"No, ma'am, I have no doubts that you'd like to shag me."

I remember when Swampgirl won the lottery, really it's true. She buys a ticket and wins the lottery. She rides into New Orleans to claim it and the man at the gas station verifies her ticket number. The Swampgirl says, "I want my $20 million."

The man replied, "No, ma'am. It doesn't work that way. We give you a million today and then you'll get the rest spread out for the next 19 years."

So Swampgirl said, "Oh, no. I want all my money right now! I won it and I want it."

Again, the man explains that she would only get a million that day and the rest during the next 19 years.

Swampgirl, furious with the man, screams out, "Look, I want my money! If you're not going to give me my $20 million right now, then I want my dollar back!"

And that is how she won and lost a fortune and now lives in shady oaks trailer park to this day. which holds the world record for going 10 days without a tornado or fire.

Ahaha that's f*cking terrible rap, even for Swiss rap. Um, if I find my attention span, I'll translate it. For now, here's the translation of the description on Youtube:

"The clip 118 Projec't was officially launched on September 18, 2007, for the public awareness campaign on the use of the emergency number, 1-1-8. Produced by the ("Sapeurs"?) professional firemen of Geneva, the clip includes scenes with all the professional firemen of Switzerland ("Romande?). You will see firemen from Lausanne, Neuchâtel, Chaux de Fond, Geneva and the Gendarmerie of the Vaud canton, in a very original movie."

*edit* Ok, here's a very loose translation of the song, I tried to get it to rhyme/sound rap-ish, but I'm not that good. This had better be getting published, I just spent like 15 minutes translating this damn thing:

118 Projec't (in English)
*People calling about fires*
*One person calls asking for information*

NO!!!
This's a story about three numbers
One-one-eight
This's the story about a number
One-hundred and eighteen

Everyone is calling the wrong place for information
Everyone is calling us asking questions
Yo man, don't you get this ain't an information office
That it's a fucking emergency service?
Don't you understood that 1-1-1 is done
And 1-1-8 can't give you any information?

This's the dispatchers' office
But with 1-1-8, we get bothered all the time
All day long we're bothered
By you people, looking for phone numbers
"No, ma'am, you're mistaken, this is the Fire Department."
"No, sir, we don't know the tax office's number."
So that this error isn't repeated, listen the hell up:

[CHORUS]
1-1-8
Cram it in your head
1-1-8
That's the number to dial quickly
1-1-8
That's the number to remember
1-1-8
Dial when you're in trouble
1-1-8
Are you going to remember?
1-1-8
If you have to, tattoo it on yourself
1-1-8
If you can't remember, write it on your underwear(?)

If your neighborhood is on fire,
Or everything is up in smoke,
If your car says "Crack, bang, ah!"
And you have to be pulled out from it,
If you smell gas, before it explodes,
Dial 1-1-8
And for any other emergency that you need to be saved
Remember that number,
One day, maybe you'll be saved in the nick of time

If you have an electricity problem,
Call the right department
If you've lost your fucking keys,
Call the locksmith
If the toilet is blocked,
Call the plumber,
And for little pets,
Don't ever dial this number!

[Chorus]

Huh? What's the new 1-1-1?
I don't know, I'm taking a shit
Hurry up, my apartment looks like a fucking jacuzzi
Tell me who to call!
I think it's 1-1-7 or something like that,
No, that's the police, they can't do anything
Oh, fuck me, call 1-4-4
1-4-4 is in case of broken bones
Well, man, what's the number to dial ?
Easy, man, take off your pants and look at your underpants

(Spoken)
One day, you're gonna need us, but all our lines will all be busy
And your house will keep on burning
Despite the cry: "Firemen, emergency!"
Phone calls are flooding in
Your home sweet home will go up in smoke
Because you couldn't reach us, maybe because of you!
Yeah man, 10 minutes wasted is one more tragedy

[Chorus]

Yeah, that's all. Yep.

"Anyone disagree with this?"

No, ma'am, no!

Twenty years? Guess that makes me vintage, twice over.