Thursday, November 17, 2005
My fog’s thicker than yours! Dept.
Bloggers one and many have observed on the spectacle of the Leftist eating its own. Now, the malady has struck The Vagina Monologues. You might say it was right there in the cue cards. If we haven't got the right people bashing the right people, where are we, anyway?
Ostiumporosis
The Monologues sought near and far
For players; Margots, Susans, Dinahs.
Now we find—and how bizarre—
They went and cast the wrong *
White and Black (and Red and Yellow?)
Set in roles by Ensler's highness,
Now the staging’s gone un-mellow;
Grievance cleaves the strong *
PC logic drills the masses
Typecast with no trace of shyness;
Roles for color, roles for classes,
No role for unique *
Search precisely lists of bashists
From this pack of shrieking Mynahs,
You won’t find Islamo-fascists'
Sisters, with removed *
Gladly most, past ancient pharaohs
Feel the firmer call of Venus,
Wish, at arrowed prick from Eros,
Loving dialogue with *
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