Couldn’t help myself. Didn’t want to so it just came and I posted this to FB tonight and so I’ll enter it here.
Musings. A drama. Off off off off off off Broadway. So far off it’s awful offal like the man. The setting. The Rose Garden. All the roses are dead. The plot: Comes a tsunami in November. Both houses. Impeachment looms. The imbecile resigns. Dialogue; a soliloquy: “Got everything done I said I would, you can go back, check the list, check it all off. Mike’ll do a great job with the rest, knows how to put women in their place; back in the 14th Century. But he’s a great guy, loyal guy, bent over every time I told him to, really good guy. He’ll get the rest done but, you know, he prays a lot; for bad things to happen to people we don’t like. Says it’s Christian. I wouldn’t know. Me? I could care less. Only shmucks pray. I don’t pray. Don’t have too. I’m big, really big, bigger than God. I’m great, absolutely great. Going back to what I’m really good at. Business. I’m a great businessman. Just ask all the people I left behind as roadkill. I got more to kill on the road. What? What? What? What’s dementia. What, what, what dementia? Who’s fat. I’m not fat. I weigh 239, naked like I was with Stormy, a trim, fighting 239. Oh, right,faburlous, amazing, the best, my all time favorite — ‘lock’er up’. Lock up who? I dunno know, never did. Lock’er up. Oh Flynn ? What? They already locked him up. They didn’t lock him up? He made a deal? Whats’ the deal. Remember, I’m the deal-maker, I’m the great business man, the greatest ever. Just ask Sarah, she tells any lie I tell her to tell. Every day she loves to lie for me; eats another box of cookies and goes out and tells more lies for me. Love liars. Roger, Jared, Ivanka, oh, I v’ant Ivanka. Yah, I know it’s sick but God couldn’t have made Ivanka. Only I could, so only I should have her. My daughter, she’s my kind of woman, that’s why mine always look like her. Jared? My kind of people, just don’t turn your back to him. Write him a check, he likes checks, loves the Saudis. Talk about check books, whoa, they got big check books! And camels. They got camels.
Great people the Saudis, spend a lot of money at my hotel. The best, the best, the best..” (Stage Direction: Exit off the far edge of the world, fall into space, revolve forever, shouting “Lock me up, lock me up, lock…”
Peeling the Onion 
It must be satisfying to you, as a playwright, to know that your play, or some version of it, is likely to be performed.
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Yes, it’s in a short our of town try out now in Washington.
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Ha You could be a writer for Steve Corbet Show. Happy Passover.
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Thanks, I could have kept going. I can’t hammer a nail without the wall breaking but I can do this. Hope you got a laugh or two (or three).
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Good stuff! All it needs is Henry Kissinger’s ghost.
From: Peeling the Onion <comment-reply@wordpress.com> Reply-To: Peeling the Onion <comment+efvv1b7qfau_gco_fs0kfow5@comment.wordpress.com> Date: Thursday, March 29, 2018 at 11:19 PM To: Roger Schwarz <rms@rmsga.com> Subject: [New post] Musings, A Drama in Outline
carlzeitz posted: “Couldn’t help myself. Didn’t want to so it just came and I posted this to FB tonight and so I’ll enter it here. Musings. A drama. Off off off off off off Broadway. So far off it’s awful offal like the man. The setting. The Rose Garden. All the roses are “
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He’s in Act III when Trump and Pence are down on their knees praying. Someone said, yes but about Mike. I said that’s the last scene. Mike gets to heaven on an early trip, a test just during a heart attack; meets St. Peter who says (a la “Casey Jones” the old union song), “Sorry Mike, there’s only Democrats here. Republicans go to the other place.”
Just trying out the email function through the blog site, let me know if this gets to you and comes through your regular email. Maybe I should stick to this kind of stuff, got a while lot more comments than my long think pieces. I guess a combination would work.
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If only……..but you have to get rid of Mike in this play
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Ah, that’s the final scene. Mike gets to heaven, just trying it out with a mild heart attack, meets St. Peter who says, “Sorry Mike, there’s only Democrats here. Republicans go to the other place.”
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Trish, I just started using the reply function on the blog, please let me know if it reaches you and how? Thanks. I am moving for the 3rd time in 7years, to a place you’ll remember, Lawrence. It will solve a whole lot of later life issues. I trust you are happy, remain happily married (seems to me you remarried) and enjoying life. Best, Carl. Oh and glad you liked this one, I had fun with it.
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James Joyce is more than amused. Drama aside, let’s play the Trump card, Pence is an unpredictable wild card.
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In the last scene Pence, wanting to test things, has a heart attack and, in the interval between life and death, arrives at the Pearly Gates to be greeted by St. Peter who says to him, “Up here? Only Democrats. The Republicans? All down there.”
I only started using this to reply to my few readers. If you receive notice of it and can read it, please let me know as I have no idea whether it works. Thanks and thanks for the comment.
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