[Hpn] a Greek Tragedy

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Oedipus Tex Ė a Tragedy
by Richard Cummings

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Greek Chorus (Cheney, Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz, Powell, Rice, and Perle): "Oh lead us from war to war, from Iraq to Syria, to Iran and North Korea."

W: "The way is long on my journey that I take alone. I seek the truth from the Delphic Oracle, lest I wander without wisdom."

Chorus: "Then go to the mountain for the truth, where the great Oracle dwells named Rove, whose vision never falters. Only fools ignore his prophecy."

W: "Here then I begin my ascent. I see the temple guarded by the Vestal Virgins, Veneman, Norton, Chao, and Andrea Ball."

The Vestal Virgins: "Which Bush is this, the father or the son? If he be the son, beware the father, if this be the father, beware the son."

W: "I come as son seeking the sun, the Oracle Rove."

The Vestal Virgins: "Once told the future, you have no choice but to follow it, though it may lead to great sorrow."

W: "Get outía here. What sorrow? My future is bright. I ascend to meet the light."

W enters the temple, where the Oracle, in white robes, sits on a throne. It is Karl Rove.

"Oh great Oracle, what is my future? What is my path?"

Rove: "You will kill your father and marry your mother. But before you do, you will wage war."

W: "This sounds nuts. Murder Poppy and marry mom? You gotta be kidding. How will the war go?"

Rove: "It will do the trick. Your polls will soar and no one will remember how the economy stinks. And then you will take the oil and keep pumping it until the price goes down. The people will cheer you for that and you will be ahead of the pack."

W: "And then?"

Rove: "Poppy will be very sad. You will meet him on the road and not recognize him. He will denounce you for knocking off Saddam Hussein. You must know you did it because he didnít, so you could be number one son, ahead of Jeb, so your mom would be super proud."

W: "But why will I not recognize Poppy?"

Rove: "Because it is scripted that way. You will be told by the wise men to discard him and ignore him. Even as he stands before your eyes, you will no longer see him."

W: "But will I actually kill him?"

Rove: "Hey, this isnít Greece. Of course not. But you will kill him symbolically. Everyone will say he should have done the job when he had the chance, and it will make them bloodthirsty for more wars."

W: "And what else?"

Rove: "That is all I can tell you now. Go."

W leaves the temple and walks past the Vestal Virgins who chant: "A Bush in the band is worth a Byrd in the senate! A Bush in the band is worth a Byrd in the senate!"

W leads his troops to victory in Iraq. On the road to Kuwait, he meets an old man, whose face is covered by his cloak. 

Old Man: "You fool! You fool! You have messed up everything. The Middle East will go up in flames."

W: "Stupid old man, get lost. I have no need of you."

The old man wanders off. W continues. He meets a stately woman who has been waiting for her husband.

Stately woman: "Oh my husband has been gone so long. He is lost in the desert on his mission for Carlyle."

W: "He must be dead. I can replace him and we can rule together."

The Chorus: "Beware the other woman! Beware the other woman!"

Laura enters, in a rage:

Laura: "W, get your butt over here. Thatís Barbara, canít you see that? And this ainít no Moslem country. You get one wife and thatís it."

W: "Oh, hell, Laura, canít a guy have any fun?"

Barbara: "Letís find Poppy and have a barbeque. W, get a hold of the Carlyle Group and get Poppy back here."

W whips out his cell phone: "Hey, Poppy, you gotta get on back here for the barbeque."

Poppy: "You mean youíre not gonna kill me and marry Barbara?"

W: "Hell, I just let Karl pretend he knows the future. I know better than that. There is no future."

Poppy turns up. He, Barbara, W, and Laura grill a steak. 

W: "Itís real great to be back in Texas. You guys ready for the next war?"

Poppy, Barbara, Laura, and W sing: "War! War! Weíre gonna go to war!"

The Chorus: "Beware of hubris, little one. Before you start another war, be sure youíve got the first nailed down."

W: "You mean Iraq? Hey, thatís a piece of cake."

The Chorus: "Afghanistan! Afghanistan! It opens up like a burning pit!"

W: "Oh, hell, I forgot all about that place."

A chorus of Taliban enters with machine guns. They mow the Bushes down.

Taliban Chorus: "This tragedy has no end. Weíre back to stay."

The Bushes all get up and dust themselves off.

The Bushes, throwing up their hands: "There ainít no tragedy in Texas. Thatís for Greeks and stuff. "

Taliban Chorus sings "The Yellow Rose of Texas."

The Bushes: "Now you guys have got it. Get with the team and the money follows."

Chorus: "So ends this tragedy of Oedipus Tex. Letís all go and chow on some Mex."

Rove: "Wordsworthís words of wisdom tell you this. ĎFor why? Because the good old rule sufficeth them; the simple plan,/That those should take who have the power,/and those should keep who can.í"

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<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>Greek Chorus (Cheney, Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz, Powell, Rice, and Perle):</B> "Oh lead us from war to war, from Iraq to Syria, to Iran and North Korea."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B><IMG height=181 hspace=15 src="http://www.lewrockwell.com/cummings/bush.jpg" width=200 align=left vspace=7>W:</B> "The way is long on my journey that I take alone. I seek the truth from the Delphic Oracle, lest I wander without wisdom."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>Chorus:</B> "Then go to the mountain for the truth, where the great Oracle dwells named Rove, whose vision never falters. Only fools ignore his prophecy."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B><B>W:</B></B> "Here then I begin my ascent. I see the temple guarded by the Vestal Virgins, Veneman, Norton, Chao, and Andrea Ball."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>The Vestal Virgins: </B>"Which Bush is this, the father or the son? If he be the son, beware the father, if this be the father, beware the son."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>W:</B> "I come as son seeking the sun, the Oracle Rove."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>The Vestal Virgins:</B> "Once told the future, you have no choice but to follow it, though it may lead to great sorrow."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>W:</B> "Get outía here. What sorrow? My future is bright. I ascend to meet the light."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3>W enters the temple, where the Oracle, in white robes, sits on a throne. It is Karl Rove.</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3>"Oh great Oracle, what is my future? What is my path?"</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>Rove:</B> "You will kill your father and marry your mother. But before you do, you will wage war."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>W:</B> "This sounds nuts. Murder Poppy and marry mom? You gotta be kidding. How will the war go?"</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>Rove:</B> "It will do the trick. Your polls will soar and no one will remember how the economy stinks. And then you will take the oil and keep pumping it until the price goes down. The people will cheer you for that and you will be ahead of the pack."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>W:</B> "And then?"</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>Rove:</B> "Poppy will be very sad. You will meet him on the road and not recognize him. He will denounce you for knocking off Saddam Hussein. You must know you did it because he didnít, so you could be number one son, ahead of Jeb, so your mom would be super proud."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>W:</B> "But why will I not recognize Poppy?"</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>Rove:</B> "Because it is scripted that way. You will be told by the wise men to discard him and ignore him. Even as he stands before your eyes, you will no longer see him."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>W:</B> "But will I actually kill him?"</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>Rove:</B> "Hey, this isnít Greece. Of course not. But you will kill him symbolically. Everyone will say he should have done the job when he had the chance, and it will make them bloodthirsty for more wars."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>W:</B> "And what else?"</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>Rove:</B> "That is all I can tell you now. Go."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3>W leaves the temple and walks past the Vestal Virgins who chant: "A Bush in the band is worth a Byrd in the senate! A Bush in the band is worth a Byrd in the senate!"</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3>W leads his troops to victory in Iraq. On the road to Kuwait, he meets an old man, whose face is covered by his cloak. </FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>Old Man:</B> "You fool! You fool! You have messed up everything. The Middle East will go up in flames."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>W:</B> "Stupid old man, get lost. I have no need of you."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3>The old man wanders off. W continues. He meets a stately woman who has been waiting for her husband.</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>Stately woman:</B> "Oh my husband has been gone so long. He is lost in the desert on his mission for Carlyle."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>W:</B> "He must be dead. I can replace him and we can rule together."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3>The <B>Chorus:</B> "Beware the other woman! Beware the other woman!"</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3>Laura enters, in a rage:</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>Laura: </B>"W, get your butt over here. Thatís Barbara, canít you see that? And this ainít no Moslem country. You get one wife and thatís it."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>W:</B> "Oh, hell, Laura, canít a guy have any fun?"</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>Barbara: </B>"Letís find Poppy and have a barbeque. W, get a hold of the Carlyle Group and get Poppy back here."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3>W whips out his cell phone: "Hey, Poppy, you gotta get on back here for the barbeque."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>Poppy:</B> "You mean youíre not gonna kill me and marry Barbara?"</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>W:</B> "Hell, I just let Karl pretend he knows the future. I know better than that. There is no future."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3>Poppy turns up. He, Barbara, W, and Laura grill a steak. </FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>W:</B> "Itís real great to be back in Texas. You guys ready for the next war?"</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>Poppy, Barbara, Laura, and W sing:</B> "War! War! Weíre gonna go to war!"</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>The</B> <B>Chorus:</B> "Beware of hubris, little one. Before you start another war, be sure youíve got the first nailed down."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>W:</B> "You mean Iraq? Hey, thatís a piece of cake."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>The</B> <B>Chorus:</B> "Afghanistan! Afghanistan! It opens up like a burning pit!"</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>W:</B> "Oh, hell, I forgot all about that place."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3>A chorus of Taliban enters with machine guns. They mow the Bushes down.</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>Taliban</B> <B>Chorus:</B> "This tragedy has no end. Weíre back to stay."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3>The Bushes all get up and dust themselves off.</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>The Bushes, throwing up their hands:</B> "There ainít no tragedy in Texas. Thatís for Greeks and stuff. "</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3>Taliban Chorus sings "The Yellow Rose of Texas."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>The Bushes:</B> "Now you guys have got it. Get with the team and the money follows."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>Chorus:</B> "So ends this tragedy of Oedipus Tex. Letís all go and chow on some Mex."</FONT></P>
<P align=left><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=3><B>Rove:</B> "Wordsworthís words of wisdom tell you this. ĎFor why? Because the good old rule sufficeth them; the simple plan,/That those should take who have the power,/and those should keep who can.í"</FONT></P>
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