Friday, June 5, 2015

Tragedy befalls us all

Runcible Greevey found himself drinking beers in a pub talking politics.

A woman couldn't quite swallow that in politics there is a time and a place and a moment to everything, and just like Shakespeare said ...

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts

“Are you trying to tell me that Jimmy Carter is a discredited politician?” her pleading face scarcely masked a swelling anger in her voice. Runcible thought he was about to be witness to an awful moment when a bubble still intact was undeniably about to burst.

“Yes, without question," so Runcible. Too obvious for even such a simple man as he, Runny resisted plunging the knife in deeper: Jimmy Carter may be many good things, but a good pol, this he cannot claim. And one man in his time plays many parts.

“No! No!” she shrieked, a sinking look on her face that would have extracted sadness from a stone if it had been given the chance, the proverbial high tragedian’s frown, except this was low comedy.

A good writer, Runcible thought, should turn it into a Saturday Night Live skit: Act III, When Jimmy Carter’s Failings Are Laid Bare to an Unsuspecting Fan.  Innocence cruelly aborted. The harshness of the world, like a cold winter wind, enters a door left foolishly too wide open.