[Leisler]

I put your muchausen jpeg onto disk and took it to a copy shop but there isn't enough dpi to make a decent size poster. Could you when you have time, and I can not imagine you have any, do something so that I( we ) could download, order, buy, subscribe before production various mean spirited, bitter,harsh, crewl and just joyfull pictures of the petite caligula of our time and his shrew (not)Lady MacBeth, Hillery?

[Mia T]

This megalomaniacal pairing has wrapped late 20th century america in an

unfolding tragedy and spectacle, causing one freeper to refer to Mrs.

Piano Legs as Lady MacClinton...Gail Wynand

 

by Mia T

Act IV, Scene I:

The White House. In the middle a boiling Cauldron.

 

Thunder. Enter the three (unvetted) Witches.

 

FIRST WITCH. Thrice the brinded fat cat hath mew'd.

 

SECOND WITCH. Thrice and once the hobbled hedge-pig whined.

 

THIRD WITCH. Hubbelled Harpier cries: 'T is time, 't is time.

 

FIRST WITCH (a Democrat with conspiratorial leanings):

Round about the cauldron go;

In the poison'd records throw.

Foster, that under cold stone

Days and nights has thirty-one

Swelter'd venom sleeping got,

Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.

 

ALL

Double, trouble TOIL for HUBBELL;

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

 

SECOND WITCH (a Liberal Democrat):

Fillet of BURTON snake,

In the cauldron boil and bake;

Eye of NEWT, and toe of LOTT,

LIMBAUGH'S tongue, a forget-me-not;

THURMOND'S fork, and THOMPSON'S sting,

HELM'S leg, and QUAYLE wing,

For a charm of powerful trouble

Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

 

ALL

Double, trouble TOIL for HUBBELL;

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

 

THIRD WITCH (a stealth Conservative)

Scale of BONIOR, tooth of WOLF,

HILLARY'S memory, maw and gulf

A ravin'd salt-sea shark,

Ears of the MARTINS digg'd i' the dark,

Gall of BILL, and McCURRY'S slips

"Noes" of LANNY, and HUBBELL'S lips,

Finger of ICKES ditch-deliver'd by a drab,

Make the gruel thick and slab:

Add thereto a Chinese squadron,

For the ingredients of our cauldron.

 

ALL

Double, trouble TOIL for HUBBELL;

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

 

SECOND WITCH:

Cool it with cash and blood,

Then the charm is firm and good.

 

Enter Lady MacClinton:

LADY MacCLINTON:

O! well done! I commend your pains,

And every one shall share i' the gains.

And now about the cauldron sing,

Like elves and fairies in a ring,

Enchanting all that you put in.

[Music, and a Song, 'Black spirits,' and company...

---------from MacClinton

On Neutered and Neutering

 

by Mia T and Edward Zehr (EZ)

 

With all the neutered talk of late

I thought y'all would appreciate

a relevant Shakespearean conversation

with EZ, a clinton chronicler Elizabethan.

 

[I had just asked the playwright if he had writer's block.]

 

 

EZ:

Think that thy bard hath now MacJeff forsaken?

In that would'st thou be verily mistaken.

Mayhap thou hast impatiently forgot

That facts comprise the essence of the plot.

 

 

MIA T:

Methinks thy bard hath schemes forsaken.

Mayhap thou art verily mistaken.

Plots comprise the essence of the facts.

Forsake the contrariwise artifacts.

 

 

EZ:

Gadzooks, could'st be thy bard is put to rout?

'Twould seem his veriest words are turned about.

Could'st show whereby effect doth flow from cause,

Would'st then be due a round of brisk applause.

 

Perhaps I could this point of view adopt,

For was not Bill by Hillary thus bopped

In like wise as MacJeff, upon the head,

And with a lamp, just as thy bard hath said?

 

Thus are the facts revealed for all to see:

Thy bard did make good use of ESP.

Contrariwise, the White House read my serial,

And sought to make good use of the material.

 

 

MIA T:

Thy bard's "effect doth flow from cause" linearity

And 'twould seem thy veriest good use of oracularity

'Twere not the nature of the plots I pricked thy bard to adopt

Withal Bill, like wise as MacJeff, upon the head was bopped.

 

Methought the plots thou would'st use sprung not o' telepathy.

Didst thou never hear the most traitorously corrupted conspiracy?

Brutus's heart wrapp'd in Hillaryous hide.

Interns and China suckling the impotent fool Cheapside.

 

What more paying play than a corrupted plot untainted

With thrice times two naked villains feinted?

Thou art arm'd that hath thy crook'd schemers straight.

Cudgel thy brains no more, the clinton plots are great.

 

 

EZ:

A point well made, experience vicarious

Was grounded in events utmost Hillaryous.

Betruth, the president sustained concussion

Ere I had even started the discussion.

 

But, lest thy bard be seen to make retreat,

The second bop was truly a repeat.

In consequence, I need no psychic hotline

To reconstruct an oft repeated plotline.

 

Now, as regards the wretched Cheapside brat,

And turmoil his concupiscence begat,

Need'st have no fear regards unfolding strife

O'er these events, for Art must copy Life.

 

 

MIA T:

Eureka! (Not Gadzooks!)

Though I have neither wit, nor words, nor playbooks

Thy bard this simpleminded poster avoidth plagiarize.

(Withal thy bard's own baseborn tendency contrariwise.)

 

Now, as regards the wretched Cheapside brat,

And turmoil his concupiscence begat,

Methinks MacJeff's crook'd feelpolitik, the lasix death, his solipsistic sex

Thou must put in cold blood'd cardiovascular context.

 

The brain deviseth laws for the blood,

but the brain 'tself is ne'er understood.

The King's crook'dness flows from limp circulation.

Methinks the solution is swift amputation.

 

 

EZ:

Thou place thy versifier in a quandary,

Redoubling thy most sharp-edged entendre.

The gist of they intent can I but gape on.

Dost thou propose the prez be made a capon?

 

In blood caught up these wretches play their role,

But this must not become Le Grand Guignol.

Lest those of delicate mien be made to faint,

'Twere better I should exercise restraint.

 

Mind you, Act I, scene 4 drips the odd bit of gore here and there.

 

 

MIA T:

Gadzooks!

Thy bard's excessive predilection metaphorical

confuseth redoubled sharp-edged entendre with one blunt oracle.

 

Forsooth, thy bard surely knowth,

Phallus on eunuch can't growth.

Plucking capon from hen's an impossibility,

Unless the cluck's hermaphroditic Hillary.

[IVote2]

"that I( we ) could download, order, buy, subscribe before production various mean spirited, bitter,harsh, crewl and just joyfull pictures of the petite caligula of our time and his shrew (not)Lady MacBeth, Hillery?"

LOL, they are a "Must Have!" in my opinion.

[Mia T]

Two of my graphics that worked as posters...(FR at the clinton White House.)

 

Don't lose

Your head

To gain a minute

You need your head

Your brains are in it.

--an old roadside ad, Pushme-Pullyou