Shakespeare's Katrina Comedy.

President: I sent forth the call for you hours ago. What has so distracted my better mind?

Condie: The play makers were in fine form this night, I sought greater time and pleasure in their sublime performance.

President: I punish you not, for I know of this great pleasure. Though mine cut short by the wicked tongues of lesser men. Minions of your like, seek my head for natures fury.

Condie: Who dare speak of ill winds for my lord of great strength? Of one, such as yourself, known for working hard, on hard problems.

Karl Rove: It be the chief minion of the city of New Orleans. He speaks of not caring, of no due diligence on the part of the great and all mighty, who is our leader.

President: I did dispatched my best man to stem the tide of minions suffering, from the greatest of ignorance. If they had equipped themselves with better jobs and resources. They would not know the sting of natures fury.

Karl Rove: My lord with great deference to your wisdom. Do not speak of greater resources for them. Their lack thereof, provides great wealth for many friends. Many friends who shall provide many great things for you, and us a like.

President: My tongue be still on the subject. I shall turn my thoughts to greater things, once this minion has been silenced. I shall send my vice lord to set the ship a straight. What say you Dick?

Dick Cheney: They say they are thirsty my lord, surrounded by water. Let them bend at the waste and sip it lightly. Perhaps mix it with that magic powder they are so fond of. Condie do you know of this magic powder?

Condie: I am far removed from the likes of those minions. But the memories of my time among them clings like the stench of the sewage raw and dried on their exposed skin. I believe the powder you speak of is Kool-aid.

Dick Cheney: Yes, let them drink Kool-aid. I shall go forth my lord and set the ship straight. I may have to dispatch of your best man. Send him to that place where others shall berate him and leave us alone. A Congressional Hearings!

Karl Rove: My lord, my vice lord! The best man does call. He seeks immediate voice with you.

President: Put him on, for his fate is unknown to him. He shall soon know the slings and arrows of the press. He will beg for the counsel of his resume writers. Let him speak. Speak my best man!

Michael Brown: My lord, the doer of hard work. My padded resume! My padded resume! For one person down here who knows what he is doing.

President: Steel yourself, my best man. I send to your aid, my vice lord.

Michael Brown: Thank you my lord. For I wash and I wash, yet the stain remains. The stain of my shame, will not leave. Begone this ugly stain, I say begone this ugly stain..........

Condie: My lord, cut him off, begone with him. He speaks as if mad—as if things that go bump in the night haunt him. I fear the minions of my like, may have driven him most mad. Begone with him!

Karl Rove: No my lord, he giveth what we need. The dogs of war have been unleashed and they cry havoc. We shall hang him out to twist in the unforgiving wind. When the hour is right we shall cut him loose. Let them tear at his flesh, gnaw at his bones. If they wish, place his head high on a pole.

Dick Cheney: High on a pole in deed. He will know the meaning of F*** you that day.

Karl Rove: Yes in deed, and when his bones lie stripped of flesh and bleached by the sun. We shall dispatch to them several of his underlings, one at a time. They shall get their fill.

Condie: With filled bellies and short term memories. They will forget of your impotence. My lord can walk among them again, as the almighty, that you are.

President: I shall walk among them again! The dried sewage will be cleaned from their skins, will it not?

Karl Rove: Don't worry my lord, we will round up the usual clean minions, who worship you most unabashedly.

President: Good! Good! All this hard work has put me in the mood for another vacation!

By B. Bell

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