You’re Invited: National Press Club Dinner Show April 25

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Chef Susan Delbert & Comic Ken Rynne
Cordially Invite You
To a Night of Fine Dining & Witty Musical Satire
at The National Press Club

(Pictured: Harry Truman & Lauren Bacall at previous Press Club dinner @ 1945)
Elegant Dining…
The Fourth Estate Restaurant serves stylish American food in the historic National Press Club. Executive chef Susan Delbert uses locally grown produce and meats for a menu that elevates taste above trendiness. Susan has prepared prix fixe courses – salad, entree, and desserts – for your enjoyment.

…And Fun After-Dinner Entertainment…
Former Hill Staffer & Capitol Step Ken Rynne and his accompanist known together as Planet Washington, take you behind the scenes in DC and beyond. Funny. Truthy. Great Music. Wicked Funny Parodies. Video:

“Great Show! Potent! Pithy! Funny! And you have a better piano player than I do!” – Mark Russell, Political Satire Legend

…in a one-of-a-kind historic setting.



Dinner & Show: $50

Make Your Reservations Today
Exclusively Through Eventbrite:

Saturday April 25, 2015
Seatings from 6:30 pm
Show from 7:30 – 8:30

The Fourth Estate at the National Press Club
13th Floor of The National Press Building
529 14th Street NW, Washington, DC 20045

PMI-1325 G Street NW Washington DC 20045
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You are Invited to The National Press Club, Apl 25! Ken Rynne Skewers Planet Washington!

SOUL 10The Press Club’s extraordinary restaurant, The Fourth Estate, has prepared prix fixe dinners to delight your taste buds.  Ken & Frank will roast the newsmakers and and the media who love them – in comedy and wicked song parody. Mark the date.  Details to follow

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Sample our latest parodies along with classic offerings
Saturday November 15

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Capitol insider Ken Rynne and his piano accompanist Frank Plumer are Planet Washington. They take you behind the scenes on Capitol Hill, The White House, The Courts, & the media. Funny & truthy! Great Music, Wicked Funny Parodies, Audience Sing-Along, Unforgettable!

“Great Show! Potent! Pithy! Funny! And you have a better piano player than I do!”
– Mark Russell

“If laughter is still the best medicine then Ken Rynne is a
one-man Mayo Clinic!”
– Mark Shields, Syndicated Columnist & PBS NewsHour

“Political comedy’s new kid on the block.”
– Rachel Ray, The Washington Diplomat

“I highly recommend Ken to brighten any meeting with laughter.”
– S. K. Finn, CEO Alzheimer’s Association® National Capital Area

For video clips, rave reviews & to book us:
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“Clowns to the Left of Me, Jokers to the Right: Welcome Your New Congress” Planet Washington’s Post Election Wrap Up!

SOUL 12 PICJoin us NOVEMBER 15 in WASHINGTON,DC to Bid Farewell to the Old and Welcome In the New Congress.  Ticket and new Location information to be listed here.

DECISION 2014.  Remember, you can replace defective airbags or re-elect them.  It’s your decision.



Ken takes you behind the scenes on Capitol Hill, The White House & the media.  Funny & truthy!  Great Music, Wicked Funny Parodies, Audience Sing-Along, Unforgettable!  “If you sometimes think life inside The Beltway is like another planet – this show is for you!” – The Boston Globe  “Political comedy’s new kid on the block.”- Rachel Ray, The Washington Diplomat.  Appearing monthly National Press Club.


NSA Hacks Putin’s iPod: Putin on the Hits


Finally, something fun and/or useful from the National Security Agency (NSA) Evesdropping — tunes on Vlad Putin’s iPod:

10. ‘This Land is MY Land’                     9. ‘Back in the USSR’
8. ‘Crimea River’                                          7. ‘Tanks for the Memories’
6. ‘Why Can’t We Be Friends’                   5. Russian Army Sings ‘Close To You’
4. Ricky Martin, ‘Livin La Vida Loca’    3. ‘Swan Lake’ (the Black Swan)
2. Madonna, ‘Don’t Cry for Me Angela Merkel’

and Vlad’s #1 Fave: Pussy Riot’s Greatest Hits


Heaven Knows, Any Drone Goes!

ANY DRONE GOES  (Parody of  Cole Porter’s Anything Goes)

Times have changed, And we’ve often rewound the clock,
Since the Puritans got a shock, Allegedly landing on Plymouth Rock.

If today, Pilgrim immigrants came again,
‘Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock, a Drone / might land / on them.

In olden days a search / without warrant Was something we thought abhorrent, Now RAND PAUL knows, Any Drone Goes.

Good lawyers who the 4th Amendment knew was not some legal residue
Or quaint prose, Any Drone Goes.

The world has gone mad today And good’s bad today,
And black’s white today, And day’s night today,
When most guys today That women prize today
Marry other Men You Know!

And though I’m not a litigator I know that / soon-er or later
If POTUS propose /Any Drone Goes!



During 4½ years as secretary of Defense under presidents George W. Bush and Obama, Robert M. Gates was widely lauded as a shrewd national security mandarin who had seen it all, done it all and most important, could stay above it all in the partisan wars of Washington.
So the snarky put-downs and petulant asides in his impassioned, if somewhat contradictory, memoir, “Duty: Memoirs of a Secretary at War,” come as something of a surprise. Or delight.

Behind his mask of calm civility, Gates nursed grudges, tallied up slights and jotted down the caustic ripostes that he never delivered in public. The carping and zingers already have generated headlines.

Gates recounts his outrage at Obama closing an Oval Office meeting by warning “those of you writing your memoirs” that he had not made a decision. “I was offended by his suspicion that any of us would ever write about such sensitive matters,” Gates huffs in … his memoir. I LOVE THIS TOWN!

MEMOIRES  (Parody of “Mem’ries” from CATS)

Midnight, Not a sound from the white house
Has the press lost its memory?
 It is smiling alone
In the lamplight
 The book reviews collect at my feet
And Bob Woodward begins to moan

Memoirs All alone on the talk shows
I can smile at the old days
 I was beautiful then
I remember
 The time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every press hit Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the white house sputters
Another news cycle dawning

 I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn’t give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies,
another night is over
Another day is dawning

 It’s so easy to read me
All alone with my memories
Of my days in the sun
If you buy my book
You’ll understand what happiness is
Quick – before a new memoir is begun!

West Virginia, Bottled Water, Take Me Home!



West Virginia authorities are slowly lifting a five-day ban on tap water that has been in effect since a toxic chemical spill contaminated the state’s water supply last week. More than 300,000 people have not been able to drink, cook or even bathe with tap water.
The crisis began when 7,500 gallons of the chemical 4-methyl-cyclo-hexane methanol leaked from a storage tank at Freedom Industries, located on the Elk River just north of the capital Charleston and the region’s water supply treatment facility. Citizens first noticed something was wrong when the water started to smell like licorice.

Bottled Water
(Parody of Country Roads, by John Denver)

Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, BOTTLED WATER
Take me home, country roads

All my memories, gathered ’round her
Miners’ Lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of licorice, in Charleston’s water supply


I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me
The radio reminds me to bring drinks from far away
And drivin’ down the road I get the feeling
That I should have not drunk water yesterday, yesterday

Christie: "Baby It’s Not Your Year To Run!"



You Give Crooks A Bad Name
(Shot through the heart) You Give Love a Bad Name
By Bon Jovi

Stuck on the bridge & you’re to blame
You give crooks a bad name
An angel’s smile is what you sell
You promise me heaven then put me through hell

Chains of Ft Lee got a hold on me
When the ramps are closed you can’t break free

Oh! You’re a loaded gun,
 Oh! There’s nowhere to run
No one can save me
The damage is done

Stuck on the bridge and you’re to blame
You give crooks a bad name
(Bad name)
The George Washington Bridge Song
(59th Street Bridge song)

Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last.
There’s gonna be traffic problems in Ft Lee.
Should have endorsed Chris Christie.

Ba da, Ba da, Ba da, Ba da…Chris Christie.

Hello commuters What cha knowin’?
I’ve come to watch your blood pressure growin’.
Ain’t cha got no votes for me?
Doot-in’ doo-doo, chris christie

I’ve got no deeds to do, No promises to keep.
I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to eat.
Let the morning time drop all it’s petals on me.
Ft Lee, F You, I’m Chris Christie.