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Imagine you could be a fly on the wall during the craziest or most interesting conversations that may or may never have taken place!

A Fly On The Wall: Rush Limbaugh And His Producer

Welcome to A Fly On The Wall, a feature that imagines what it would be like to hear conversations that may or may not have ever actually occurred. This time, we’ll use our fly power to head over to Rush Limbaughs house and listen in on a conversation he may or may not of had with his producer.

PRODUCER: Rush-man! Tom Sawyer! How’s life living in the limelight?

RUSH: I told you not to equate me with those filthy Canadians! [sighs] I’m sorry I yelled; Tom Sawyer was a great American.

PRODUCER: You’re right on both counts. I know you’re under a lot of pressure right now.

RUSH: It’s been tough.

PRODUCER: You’ve done all you can do at this point. Let the story ride the waves onto the beach like the proverbial dying whale.

RUSH: I’m not sure I like that analogy.

PRODUCER: Under the circumstances…

RUSH: Let’s look at the segment one more time – I want to see where I went off the rails.

What does it say about the college co-ed Sandra Fluke, who goes before a congressional committee and essentially says that she must be paid to have sex, what does that make her? It makes her a slut, right? It makes her a prostitute. She wants to be paid to have sex. She’s having so much sex she can’t afford the contraception. She wants you and me and the taxpayers to pay her to have sex. What does that make us? We’re the pimps.

[Rush fast-forwards]

I will buy all of the women at Georgetown University as much aspirin to put between their knees as they want!

[Rush stops the recording]

PRODUCER: Uhm… there?

RUSH: Well, certainly there. But perhaps before.

PRODUCER: Well, when you say, ‘off the rails,’ which rails do you mean?

RUSH: Good question – are we talking about my audience or anyone who might hear what I say?

PRODUCER: That’s the real trick, isn’t it?

RUSH: Exactly. As a talk show host, I have to entertain my audience, and my audience is made up of misogynists and racists, so I have to walk that line between whipping them up into a frenzy and not attracting the attention of the world at large.

PRODUCER: You have to wonder how your comments got beyond the show in the first place.

RUSH: Huh… well, maybe some members of my audience are only racists and not misogynists.

PRODUCER: Perhaps. So has the bleeding stopped?

RUSH: Not exactly. After the apology, we lost ProFlowers.

PRODUCER: After?!?

RUSH: I know, right? That’s seven total advertisers that have cancelled over this.

PRODUCER: Maybe you shouldn’t have said you’d just get new advertisers if they left.

RUSH: I had to – I didn’t apologize at first to appease my own audience and then I issued the apology to appease those who were offended. Shouldn’t everyone be happy now? I hung tough for a few days and then I knuckled under like the haters wanted me to. What else can I do?

PRODUCER: Well, it’s hard for people to understand how someone who’s been married four times and been to rehab three times can have these sort of backwards attitudes. Furthermore, they’d expect you to know more about sex… Your statements make it sound like you don’t know the difference between condoms and the pill or the fact that intercourse is possible while a woman’s knees are closed.

RUSH: Of course I know all of that! But my character doesn’t! What I know doesn’t make for compelling radio, what my character says does. If I really believed half of the things I said, I’m sure I would have wound up in an institution by now.

PRODUCER: [under his breath] Or a few of them.

RUSH: What’s that?

PRODUCER: Nothing, nothing. So the apology is made; all we can do is have accounts call around and try to drum up some new advertisers.

RUSH: Exactly. Always remember: Cash Rules Everything Around Me. CREAM, get the money. Dolla, Dolla bill, ya’ll.

PRODUCER: Tom Sawyer is fictional, by the way.

RUSH: And so am I.

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A Fly On The Wall: Michael Jordan And His Hitler Mustache

Welcome to A Fly On The Wall, a feature that imagines what it would be like to hear conversations that  may or may not have ever actually occurred.  This time, we’ll use our fly power to head over to Michael Jordan’s house and listen in on a conversation he may or may not of had with his agent.

AGENT:  Hey, there’s my guy!  There’s my guy!  How the hell are you, Michael?!?

MICHAEL:  Doing well.  Yourself?

AGENT:  I am fantastic, Michael – I am fantastic because right now, I have in my possession two items:  a gigantic check to you from Hanes and, of less importance, the commercials from the Flight #23 campaign.

MICHAEL:  Nice!  So you want to watch the spots or have a money fight?

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Burns only has more money than Jordan because Burns doesn’t gamble.

AGENT:  Can’t we do both?

MICHAEL:  Ha!  Yes, but just to make sure I don’t look like an asshole, let’s light up some cigars and watch the Hanes spots first.

AGENT:  Cool.

MICHAEL:  Didn’t have one line in that spot and I’m still awesome.

AGENT:  Yeah…  uhm, yeah…  lets see the next one.

MICHAEL:  Even got a biblical reference in this one.  Nice.

AGENT:  Yeah, you did… Michael, did you shoot all of these spots on the same day?

MICHAEL:  Yep, one long, grueling day.  Why do you ask?

AGENT:  Oh my God.

MICHAEL:  What’s the matter?

AGENT:  Fuck.

MICHAEL:  What?

AGENT:  Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Holy shit, Michael!  What the hell were you thinking?

MICHAEL:  What’s wrong?

AGENT:  Fuck, Michael, do you have to ask?  You just made fifteen underwear commercials in which you have a Hitler mustache!

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Pictured Left:  Crazy Person.  Pictured Right:  Crazy Mustache.

MICHAEL:  Oh that.  Yeah, I know.

AGENT:  You know?

MICHAEL:  Of course I know.  I do shave myself.

AGENT:  What the hell were you thinking?

MICHAEL:  I’m taking it back.

AGENT:  Taking it back?

MICHAEL:  Yep.

AGENT:  Taking it back.

MICHAEL:  You got it.

AGENT:  Michael, one doesn’t simply take back the Hitler mustache.

MICHAEL:  True enough; however, not everybody is me.

AGENT:  Meaning?

MICHAEL:  Meaning that bastard has held on to the look for decades – he’s been dead since 1945, and I think it’s time to take it back.

AGENT:  You can’t take it back.

MICHAEL:  The hell I can’t.  I can do anything!

AGENT:  Except hit a baseball.

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Too bad Jordan wasn’t on the same team as Jose Canseco.

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A Fly On The Wall: Michael Vick and Howie Roseman

NOTE:  Under normal circumstances, sports post fall under the umbrella of my Yankees blog, BomberBanter.com, but given the nonsensical nature of what  follows, CJ seemed like the appropriate home for this post.

Welcome to a new feature here at CreativeJamie.com: A Fly On The Wall.  The objective of this feature is to imagine what it would be like to hear some conversations that  may or may not have ever actually occurred.  I’m kicking off A Fly On The Wall with a conversation I assume took place between Philadelphia Eagles quarterback Michael Vick and General Manger Howie Roseman after they were eliminated from the 2011 NFL playoffs by the Green Bay Packers.

michael vickVICK:  Thanks for agreeing to see me on such short notice.

ROSEMAN:  Of course, Michael.  You know, I’ve always liked to think of the Eagles organization as one big family – and the green innovations we’ve made here at the stadium will help keep our family and the greater Philadelphia area family a bit healthier while saving the franchise money.

VICK:  That’s not just good environmental planning, that’s a smart business decision.  The energy we generate but don’t use will earn us credit toward future energy consumptions next season.

ROSEMAN:  That’s right, Michael!  We don’t just have our eyes on championships – we also have our eyes on the future, and setting an example for the community is exactly what the Eagles are all about.

VICK:  Exactly – setting an example.  That’s what I can came to see you about.

ROSEMAN:  Oh?

VICK:  Yeah.  That game ending interception-

ROSEMAN:  Michael-

VICK:  That was my fault, I was forcing it. That interception sealed our fate – it’s my fault we lost the game.

ROSEMAN:  Just let it go.  It’s time to relax now and in a few weeks, to start preparing for another season.

VICK:  Preparing for another season?  I think we both know that’s not going to happen.

ROSEMAN:  What?

VICK:  We have to set the example here.  Losing can not be tolerated.

ROSEMAN:  Of course we never want to lose a game, but we did, and it’s over.  I don’t want to lose you, Michael.  We have every intention of resigning you.  I will engage your representation  with every intention of bringing you back here for another season of Eagles football.

VICK:  That isn’t going to happen.

ROSEMAN:  Why not?  What are you talking about?

VICK:  What you were talking about:  setting an example for the community.

ROSEMAN:  Oh come on, Michael…  that was mostly bull sh-

VICK:  This is serious.  Losing can’t be tolerated, and there is only one way to handle a loser.

ROSEMAN:  I think you need a drink.  Let me pour you a drink.  You like bourbon?

VICK:  Actually, there are several ways to handle a loser.

ROSEMAN:  Do me a favor and drink this, please.  Sit down and relax.

VICK:  You can hang a loser, electrocute  a loser, drown a loser-

ROSEMAN:  Let me just go ahead and take that drink back from you.

VICK:  Or you can beat a loser to death; that’ll work, too.

ROSEMAN:  <sigh> We’re not going to do any of those things, Michael.

VICK:  I won’t tolerate any losers in this family!  My intensity is for shit!

ROSEMAN:  Are you quoting The Breakfast Club?

VICK:  I’ve got to be number one!  Win!  Win!  Wiiiiiiiiin!

ROSEMAN:  Michael, get a hold of yourself!  We’re not going to execute you for losing!  That’s just not how things are done around here.  You need to go home, relax and for God’s sake, don’t talk to the press!

VICK:  Wiiiiiiiiin!

ROSEMAN:  Damn it, don’t blow this!  NFL fans obviously don’t care about the dog thing – you came in second in pro bowl voting, and you were leading until the very end!  That’s 1.5 million people that couldn’t care less about what you did.  And I bought the hippies off with all that environmental crap, which cost a fortune, by the way!

VICK:  Wiiiiiiiiin!

ROSEMAN:  And most people don’t even know about the other crap:  that truck of yours that your buddies were selling weed out of, that time somebody in your entourage stole the airport security guy’s watch, that women you gave genital herpes too – the Ron Mexico alias was a brilliant touch, by the way – look, all you need to do is go home, work out, avoid the press, donate some money to some animal rights groups and after school programs, and by the start of next season no one will even remember what you got in trouble for in the first place.  Shit, they barely remember now!  Just keep scrambling in the pocket, pick up some big runs and unleash that arm of yours, and, frankly, it’s all good.

VICK:  Losing can be tolerated?

ROSEMAN:  My dear Michael, anything can be tolerated if you’re good at sports… and I’m not just talking about cheating or doing steroids.  In July of 2009, The Examiner reported that 21 percent of NFL players had arrest records during the 2007 season.  So what if you engaged in interstate criminal actions while torturing and murdering the innocent?  You think anybody really cares?  I know I don’t!  Why should you?  In fact, if you and I have learned anything over the last few months, it’s that if you’re rich or talented or both, you can get away with just about anything.

VICK:  I went to jail.

ROSEMAN:  Yeah, but you got your life back!  It’s like it never happened.  Weren’t you just playing football on national television?  How many other convicted felons can say that?

VICK:  Well-

ROSEMAN:  Don’t answer that.