These Dueling Pundit Brothers Got A Surprise On-Air Scolding From Their Own Mother

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Screen Shot 2014-12-16 at 19.58.53There are few things as annoying as listening to one’s children fight, and it doesn’t seem to get any less annoying when the children are grown. That’s why my new hero is Joy Woodhouse, whose two adult sons, Dallas and Brad, are professional pundits.

Dallas is a Republican and Brad is a Democrat, and the two were yelling at each other on C-Span when Joy decided she had had enough and called in to berate them both, live and on the air.


Everything was just going fine when the host announced that their new caller was from Raleigh, N.C., and Dallas Woodhouse cheered, “Hey! Somebody from down South!”

“Well you’re right I’m from down South …” drawled a woman’s voice from the phone.

Dallas Woodhouse went white.

“Oh God, it’s mom,” he said, dropping his face in his hands like an embarrassed 8-year-old boy.

“… and I am your mother,” she said, at which point Brad also appeared deeply chagrined.

Joy Woodhouse took umbrage with her sons’ claim that their arguing was typical of most families.

“I don’t know many families that are fighting at Thanksgiving,” she said, while the host looked around and asked if this was really happening.

“I was very glad that this Thanksgiving was the year that you two were supposed to go to your in-laws,” she said, levying the dreaded Mom Burn live on C-Span.

But while they spent Thanksgiving at the in-laws, the Woodhouse boys are evidently scheduled to come home for Christmas this year, and Joy wants none of this punditry in her house. She wants a peaceful Christmas, and if she has to scold her sons on live TV to get it, then that’s just what she’ll do.

Joy Woodhouse said she loves her sons very much and she loves that they ware both very determined and passionate about what they believe in.

“But I hope that they get this out of their system today on your program,” she told the host, in a stunning example of maternal badassery.

I can only hope I am half as tough as Joy Woodhouse when I grow up.