Verse-afire

The Belmont Club has an interesting piece on the Sherrod case, the black woman fired and then rehired as the White House panicked and thought Fox News was going to bash them for her seemingly racist comments and wanted to get out ahead of the story, and then found out she hadn’t made any racist comments and had to backtrack.  Richard Fernandez, at the Belmont Club, likens the whole thing to an opera, possibly the Marx Brothers A Night At The Opera, and couples it with the revelation that 400 journalists conspired to keep the public from hearing about the reverend Wright during the 2008 presidential campaign.  I liken it to Der Rosenkavalier, in which, in our opera, Der Risen Kavalier, Obama, risen above his capabilities, has driven the country over a cliff, and sings about it with the help of the journochorus.       

DER RISEN KAVALIER

Enter stage left, the Journochorus

To the tune Love Is Here To Stay

It’s very clear, our love is here to stay

Not just this year, but ever and a day

They say our papers may crumble

Our ratings may tumble

When people have their say

But our love is here to stay

To the sound of only left hands clapping, Harry Reid sings, to the tune I’ve Got Rhythm

I’ve got sixty, I’ve got sixty

I’ve got sixty, who could ask for anything more

Don’t like health care, what do I care

I’ve got sixty, and we’ve got more like it in store

The orchestra swells, the lights go dim, as the risen knight, Der Risen Kavalier, strides to center stage, and sings that enchanting aria, Chicago, joined by Harry and the Journochorus

Chicago, Chicago, that toddlin’ town

The country, the country, I’ve turned it around

Every little piece of the pie I have given

To my many friends who are livin’

In Chicago, Chicago, my home town

The curtain comes down to riotous applause, and the audience files out into the night, as darkness closes in.