Sent the following out to some, well… many friends and acquaintances because frankly it cracked me up. I think it’s broadly funny and not particularly partisan. Well, I got some push-back. Some people think it’s like the joke, “How many feminists does it take to change a lightbulb?” Answer: “That’s not funny!”
Anyway, I guess I shoulda simply blogged it. Thanks to Peter (the Other) for sending it my way in the first place. Thanks to Chris (the Locke) for meditative advice…
Here then, the opera spam, as it should have appeared on Listics in the first place:
L’Obama, ossia L’Avvento del Messia
Opera in Tre Atti
Personaggi:
Barracco Obama, Il Messia, Redentore del Mondo Tenore Miracoloso
Santa Micaela della Revoluzione, sua sposa Soprano Amaro
Giovanni Maccheno, Senatore, Avversario dello Obama Basso Buffo
Sara Palino, Governatrice del Alaska e Reginetta di Bellezza Coloratura Buffa
Guglielmo Priapo, Ex-Presidente Tenore Mentitore
Hillaria, sua Sposa, altra Avversaria dello Obama Soprano Ambizioso
Elena Tomasso, una strega Contralto Venenoso Giuseppe Bideno, “Il Pomposo” Tenore Buffo
Il Spirito di Giorgio Secondo, L’Abominazione Baritono Cattivo
Il Spirito di Ruscio Limbago, Bocca Grande. Basso Noioso
Jeremia Ritto, un uomo pazzo, pastore dello Obama Basso Demagogico
Guglielmo Ayers, terroristo Americano, amico dello Obama Tenore Anarchico
Un Sempliciotto Tenore Profetica
Il Popolo
La Media Elite
Il Mondo,
Il Congresso
Terroristi.
ATTO PRIMO
La Piazza del Cattedrale di Washington.
It is the day after the election. Outside the Washington Cathedral, the People and La Media Elite celebrate the victory of Barracco Obama over his adversary, Giovanni Maccheno (Coro: “Esultate! Il Messia è venuto!”). The World enters and joins The People in their celebration, singing their own chorus rejoicing in the fact that Obama’s election will hasten the demise of American power and influence (“America è in debolezza, evviva!”) The two choruses swell and merge in a powerful contrapuntal choral episode. As the chorus reaches its climax, trumpets herald the arrival of Lord Obama the Most Merciful, who enters with his wife, Santa Micaela della Revoluzione and his retinue. The crowd becomes frenzied, with some falling in a swoon (“Obama! Obama! Redentore del Mondo! Io manco!”). Obama heals two lepers and resurrects the dead daughter of a Washington policeman. He then addresses the crowd (“Nel posar sul mio capo la corona”). At the sound of his voice, the crowd falls silent, gazing up at him with adoring, vacant expressions. In an eloquent aria, Obama promises that the dark days of the Tyrant, Giorgio Secondo, are over (“Dopo si lunga notte”) and a new Golden Age will dawn for the world under his rule (“Un siglo d’oro è venuto”): the economy shall heal, America’s enemies shall beat their bomb jackets into ploughshares, the lame shall walk, there will be a chicken in every pot, the whole world shall have universal health care, all the prisoners in Guantanamo Bay will be released, and planes shall arrive and take off on schedule. Each stanza of this great aria is punctuated by the chorus (“Ohmmm! Salvatore!”) At its conclusion, Obama invites The People and The World to a celebration at which he will personally change the water into wine and feed the guests with seven croissants and five grande lattes. He enters the cathedral for his coronation, followed by the crowd.
From the right, Giovanni Maccheno and Sara Palino enter the deserted piazza.
Giovanni laments his loss of the election to Barracco Obama (“O mia vergogna!”). In a rambling, boring monologue sung in a monotone, he recites his brave history on the battlefield (“Si, fui soldato!”) and wonders why this was not enough to get him elected 30 years later. In a lilting refrain (“Tu sei troppo vecchio”), Sara Palino suggests that it might be because he’s a worn- out old has-been with the excitement level of a rusty AAA battery. She reminds him of her own qualifications for Vice-President [click to continue…]
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