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 When are the Tryouts for the Idiot?
* Today is a day off in Washington. Officially it is Presidents’ Day, one of the many Monday holidays. But unofficially we would have taken the day off anyway because we are soooooo exhausted from that Bill and Monica thing. This is been so hard for us here in Washington. Those of you north of Bethesda, south of Springfield, and west of Tysons Corner have no idea.
* I mean, we have been through you-know-what for the last year here in Washington. We have been spinning and leaking and appearing and predicting and explaining and talking and making up jokes and making up excuses and getting made up and rolling our eyes and counting votes and reading more spicy material than we have since 1971 when we discovered the complete works of D.H. Lawrence were available in the college library under “Classical Lit.”
* And don’t think for one second (after a short recovery period from our travails on your behalf) we wouldn’t do it again. That’s what WE’RE all about in Washington – helping you better understand that which you wouldn’t be able to understand were we not here to explain it to you. Isn’t our system great?
* We have government people talking to political people who talk to reporters who talk to each other who then write about it and talk about it on radio and television so the public can read it and hear it after which they call their government officials who talk to the political people who tell reporters and the whole thing goes around again.
* Why, it’s the first successful fully self-contained system of garbage recycling ever developed!
* Maybe it’s because I recently saw “Shakespeare in Love” but this is the speech which has been running through my head all weekend:
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
* Let’s hear from you on who should play the “Poor Player” in the stage production. No need to vote on who should play the “Idiot.” We know who we are.
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