It’s true the title came from a brief encounter with a sauced ivory tusk trader at Brian Buru’s, so if you’re out there – cheers (and please stop trading in illegal shit). But alas, this post is for Robert Gibbs, who although not sauced, needs to take a cue from melancholy Jacques and just return to the forest.
In the latest jest from our fool, Gibbs launches a tirade at the house of Progressives (thanks be to Huff Po). Well apparently, he’s bitter from watching too much cable. Aren’t we all? A true fool can rise above the cackles of London and draw a crowd. Here, we have a fools impersonator. He has a microphone and some lines but no direction. His ink well is a pint low and everyone’s leaving the Globe theater to see the gladiators fight over on Fox TV.
Great press secretaries can create or kill stories. When Pierre Salinger was asked about Mr. Kennedy having an affair, he replied (courtesy of WaPo) “Look, he's the president of the United States. He's got to work 14 to 16 hours a day. He's got to run foreign and domestic policy. If he's got time for mistresses after all that, what the hell difference does it make?” End of story.
Sure, it’s the Presidents that have to lead. But without a great muse, what do we remember of the kingdom? It’s time for Gibbs to go.
And for those interested, here’s the whole opener to As You Like It.
Keith, did you secretly go to Oberlin and major in English?
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