Obama sweeps, McCain jabs, a spooked and jittery nation blinks and stares at the screen, praying for a miracle.
Nineteen days out, the debates over, nothing to do now on either side but shout, lie, smear and spend your last penny hammering home two or three simple phrases.
Democracy as a rugby match, welcome to the scrum.
In other news, Nancy Reagan is in the hospital with a broken pelvis. Apparently she was reaching down to strangle an orphan and she slipped.
Wait. That can't be right.
She was throwing some mentally ill people out into the street (god bless her, she still pitches in) and she slipped.
Hmm...
What is it with us that we forgive someone as soon as they begin to dodder about?
Villains only get worse as they age, more fragile and self-justifying, surrounding themselves with acolytes and slavish supporters.
I don't care if she's 100, smells of lavender and bakes a mean ginger cake, the woman is a harpy and when she finally drops they better put a stake through her tiny heart if they don't want her rising back up.
She couldn't look into a camera without arrogance, self-satisfaction and contempt flooding the frame and cracking the lens.
A horrible woman.
I'm off to the Free Night festivities in Union Square, then an afternoon of auditions for The Truth About Santa.
We're looking for musical elves.
But, then again, aren't we all?
John Clancy
About Me
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- John Clancy is a partner in Clancy Productions, a critically acclaimed international theatrical touring and production company. He is an Obie award winning director, the Founding Artistic Director of Present Company, and a founding Artistic Director of The New York International Fringe Festival. He serves as the Executive Director of the League of Independent Theater, off-off Broadway's advocacy organization. He lives on the Lower East Side with his wife, Nancy Walsh.
4 comments:
John.
I don't, as a rule, LOL. I mean - you've met me, I'm a loon - I laugh out loud all the time. **When I'm talking to people**
Not usually while reading.
But that Nancy Reagan bit? Made me howl.
If ever called upon to do so, I will take a bullet for you for making me laugh like that.
What?
That's what I heard happened.
From the Voices in my Head.
They're usually right and always very, very loud.
I personally want a musical elf now. Damn you John Clancy!
Maybe that's a future MMMQ Grand Prize: one personal musical elf, no questions asked.
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