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to fight a war they have|no chance of winning?

And what if your country|is slipping away, lost?

I know the argument, friend.

It's the great theory of|history. I've heard it before.

It says,|"When things ain't good,

"instead of getting down|and doing something about it,

instead of changing your life, it's a hell|of a lot easier to blame somebody else."

And it just don't wash|in my book.

Well, that's a very nice|speech, Barry, Mm-hmm.

but it seems to me you're making|pretty good money on that station.

And since you're an outsider|to these parts and all,

it seems difficult, I guess, to relate|to the common-folk problems out here.

There is no room for self-pity,|sir, in my life or yours.

Now, you ought to read the Turner Diaries,|Barry, by William Pierce. It's all there.

Mm-hmm.|It says...

Yes, I'm familiar with that novel|- a product of the enlightened man.

Now, let me finish!|Barry, I got Beauty on five.

What it does is lays out the plan|for the coming revolution. Mm-hmm.

See, the word "America, "Barry, means|"heavenly kingdom" in the gothic language.

Yeah. It's the real new|Jerusalem of Scripture.

It shows you how the Jews|are impostors who took...

Yeah, yeah, yeah. For those|of you who don't know it,

it starts idiotically enough in|the year 1991. That's correct.

It's written as a diary by a young,|white, racist, electrical engineer...

who joins an underground|paramilitary organization...

known as "The Order."|That's right.

Oh, am I doing all right?|Oh, great.

They institute a revolution|against ZOG,

the Zionist Occupied Government|of America.

And along the way, they kill|all the mongrel races...

Jews, blacks,|homosexuals, feminists...

and other mud people.

It's an idiotic book written for|people with bubble gum brains...

who never got out of the fourth|grade, watching reruns of The Blob.

Easy, Barry.|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 judgement|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. "

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 a**hole|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.

Yeah, you're on Night Talk.|I changed my name...

and didn't have any trouble|getting Social Security.

My birth certificate has|my name spelled differently.

And I-|Hello?

Yeah, it's very interesting.|What's your view on lesbian priests?

My view on what?|How about masturbation?

You got any view on that?|No, I don't.

How about that law in Arizona|where it's a felony...

to go around with|an erection in your pants?

What do you think about that? Well,|I-I'm not really calling about that.

Mm-hmm. If they wanna|do it, let 'em do it.

Yeah, what?

Kent's on three. I don't|think you should take the call.

Lose him, Barry.|Barry? Hello?

Yeah, yeah. Well, that's just fine|for you. Tell him to shoot it to me.

Hello, Barry? Hello?|Well, good, good.

That's good for you.

Gee, tonight's just|a walk down memory lane.

And we have Kent with us|once again.

Yeah, Kent. I didn't|mean to hang up on you.

Yeah, but you did. Listen, Kent,|you're a fake. You're a hoax.

You call up with some fake-o story|about how you and your girlfriend...

are taking drugs|and she's O.D.'d...

and your parents are in Acapulco. Fiji.

Oh, Fiji, right.|An important detail.

You're just this poor, mixed-up|kid. You don't know what to do.

I think she's dead!|What are you trying to tell me?

That your girlfriend O.D.'d? Now|she's dead? I don't know, okay?

I just can't get her to wake|up! Yeah, we heard that already.

There's foam coming|out of her mouth. What?

Foam coming out of her mouth.

Let's dump this guy, now.|It's Barry's show, boss.

That's it. That's it.|Listen!

My parents are in Fiji,|okay?

And the stuff about my girlfriend|- Yeah, what?

She|- Come on, Kent. Spit it out.

No, you'll cut me off!|I won't cut you off, Kent.

You promise?

I promise I won't|cut you off, Kent.

I made the whole thing up!

Kent? I lied. I'm cutting you off. What?

Get the hell out of here. No,|please! Look, I'm not Iying!

I gotta talk to you.|You gotta talk to me?

What are you gonna talk about?|Your mother just slit her wrists?

She's bleeding to death?

How about your father? Got a shotgun|in his mouth? Gonna blow his brains out?

Tell me, who else is dead?|Come on. Who's dead, Kent?

Who's dead? Who's dead?|Tell me, who's dead?

No one's dead!|No one's dead, Barry.

Come on. Look.

I just wanted to talk. We're|talking. You got two seconds. Talk.

Okay, I listen to you all|the time, you know. Mm-hmm.

I think about what you say, Bar. Yeah.

You say such cool stuff.|Mm-hmm.

Well, I just didn't know|what to say, you know.

Look, I wanted to meet you.

Now you're goofing on me.|You wanted to meet me?

You can meet me anytime you want.|I'm right here in the station.

You're at the station? I'm not|the president, for God's sakes.

I'm right here, downtown,|in the studio.

So I could just come down?|You could just come down.

Now? Right now?|Now.

What do you mean, right now? Right now.

I'll just come down.|I'm on the air, Kent.

Please?

Sure, Kent. Why not?|Come on down. Really?

I'd love to meet you.|Just hurry up. Allright!

I'm halfway through the show. We're|at the end of the first hour...

of exciting and intellectual|conversation here on Night Talk.

Don't go away. We have the|news and the weather coming up.

And then we'll be back|with more Night Talk.

Barry.|Dan.

Laura, call down and tell|Security there's a kid coming.

Dan, you want anything?|Coffee? Tea? Insulin?

Crack?|We have it all right here.

Barry, you should ask me if you|wanna have a guest on the show.

Why? 'Cause I'm the|boss, Barry. That's why.

Dan, I'll do my job,|you do yours, okay?

He is not coming on the show.|That's it. We have too much riding...

on what's going on here tonight.|What's going on here tonight?

If they think for one minute that|you're undependable, it's over.

Dan, Metro Wave bought my show.|All right?

This is my show.|I put who I want on my show.

If I wanna have Charlie Manson on|my show, I'll put him on the show.

Or Ted Bundy|- Or how about this. I have David Berkowitz,

Bernard Goetz,|John Hinckley on.

We do a special on gun|control. How would that be?

Or how about that postman from|Oklahoma who killed 14 people, Dan?

He killed his boss. We|bring him on the show. Cut.

We bring you on as a|special guest. Out. Out.

We're gonna bring these guys on the|show. We'll have a terrific show.

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