That didn’t take long
Monday, February 9th, 2009February 9th 2009, the same media that canonized Barack just a short month ago are now at his throat. I’m reminded of a song from Marat/Sade. Simply subsitute Barack for Marat. This is just part, I fear the rest of this piece will be dusted off to sumarize Barack’s first term.
from Marat/Sade a 1963 play by Peter Weiss, music by Richard Peaslee:
Poor old Barack they hunt you down,
The blood-hounds are sniffing all over the town,
Just yesterday your printing press was smashed,
Now they’re asking your home address.
Poor old Barack,
in you we trust,
You work till your eyes turn red as rust.
Barack we’re poor,
and the poor stay poor,
Barack don’t make us wait anymore.
We want our rights and we don’t care how.
We want our Revolution Now!
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Hang in there Barack. You haven’t a prayer of being as good as everyone hoped. And you’re not as bad as some would have it.