"Good morrow, noble sir. How fare thee, in these times of mendacity and deceit?"
That was the greeting which interrupted my usual morning ruminations, on the blatant
and total lack of ethical behavior, on the part of our Republican leaders. My surprise
visitor, was my little friend, thespian and sometime model, Horatio H. Hamster Esq.,
and he seemed to be reading my mind, as he often does when he pops up so
unexpectedly. I always enjoy having him stop by to inform me of all of the latest
happenings, here in our little animal kingdom; he has such an artful way with words.
So I greeted him in kind, and thanked him for coming by to see me.
I couldn't help but notice that he had acquired another new persona, no doubt in
preparation for a new production at the Quadruped Playhouse, in a role which would
probably supply a new-reveal name for the middle H in his initials. I complimented him
on his swashbuckling styled, sword and authentic looking, leather hat, and asked him
what role he might be preparing to perform. He flourished the sword dramatically,
and explained that the hat was a hand-made copy of one seen in a Robin Hood movie,
from the 1930's, because he was going to be playing Robin Hood soon, if things worked
out right at the playhouse. So, I understood then, that the middle H in his name would be
standing for Hood, for a while at least.
As I was taking out my sketch book to do a quick drawing of him, I asked if the
personality differences among the membership of the playhouse had improved since
I had last seen him.
"Alas!," he replied. "All is not well in Nottingham!"
He went on to say that the deep divide in the company, which had developed when
they voted to oust Vladimir Pig and Donald J. Skunk from membership, was still dividing
the company.
Some of the members, such as the family of nearly blind and deaf foxes, were
still insisting that the vote was not counted properly, even though it had been recounted
several times. Some others, such as Margerie T. Groundhog and Lauren Badger, were
so committed to the stench of the skunk, they were constantly growling to have his
membership restored. And worst of all perhaps, was the weasel family. Kevin McWeasel
in particular, who privately admitted that the skunk was a most repulsively guilty beast,
but who publicly pretended that the two of them were the best of friends, in order to gain
the directorship of the playhouse. As the new director, he now has control over what
new plays are allowed to be performed.
Horatio said that the situation at the playhouse had gotten so bad that he was
wondering if the company would even survive, and he added that he doubted that
"a poor, country yeoman from Sherwood Forest", could save them all, from the crooked
weasel. And so,the question still remained, as to whether he would have the chance
to perform his dramatic roll as Robin Hood.
As I was finishing my sketch of him, I thanked Horatio Hood for stopping by, and I
told him that I commiserated with his situation, because it was so eerily familiar with
what I had been seeing every day on my television.
As he prepared to depart, Horatio gave another flourish of his sword and a tip of his
hat, saying, "Fare thee well, noble sir, until we two shall meet again." And I responded
in kind, saying, "Fare thee well, prince of thieves. Do come again soon."
When he was gone, I was left again to think about the lack of moral fiber in our
Republican, Speaker Of The House. It has been revealed that a newly elected member
of the congress by the name of Santos, or Devolder, or some other fictional name, is
even more of a fraud than Donald Trump, because every single aspect of his life is a lie.
The only difference between them is that this new fraud has admitted to some of his
illegal conduct. But Kevin McCarthy hasn't called upon the ethics committee to remove
him from office, because he needs this slime-ball's vote, to help him hold on to his slim
hold as Speaker Of The House.
These people are not statesmen, or even adequate public servants.
They are nothing but leeches, sucking at the public treasury.
Eugene P. McNerney
