“Life imitates art, more than art imitates life“
Oscar Wilde
Perhaps no quote better describes the last four years in this country's political history. And no one could have pulled this charade off better than Barack and Michelle Obama.
And now, after four long years of these people occupying our people's house at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, most still have a loose grasp on who they are and, for that matter, where they came from. Even the media giants who sculptured these figures in their own image, in retrospect are saying, who the hell were they, adding, "we knew so little about them."
There are those who believe someday an archeological find, having Rosetta Stone proportions, will reveal who this man, Barack H. Obama, really was. And maybe the biggest surprise to historians will be that he never actually existed. A figment of some sick minded geniuses imagination--a Santa Claus, an Easter Bunny, Leprechauns with pots of gold, Unicorns gliding over rainbows, Chauncey Gardner......WHAT, you've never heard of Chancey Gardner????
Chancey Gardner is Barack Obama, or as many would argue, Barack Obama is Chancey Gardner. In 1979 actor Peter Sellers starred in "Being There,' where he turned in a brilliant performance of the character, Chance Gardner.
*"A simple-minded gardener named Chance has spent all his life in the
Washington D.C. house of an old man. When the man dies, Chance is put
out on the street with no knowledge of the world except what he has
learned from television. After a run in with a limousine, he ends up a
guest of a woman (Eve) and her husband Ben, an influential but sickly
businessman. Now called Chauncey Gardner, Chance becomes friend and
confidante to Ben, and becomes an unlikely political insider."
With all due respect, Chauncey was, as the woman in the movie who raised him says, "dumb as a jack ass." But much like OUR Barack, he played his part well. Unlike the movie version of Chauncey, our Barack not only rubbed shoulders with the President of the United States, he actually got to play the part.
As they say, all good things must come to an end (never could figure out just why these so called good things should have to end, but) and just as art imitates life, or is that, life imitates art, there is a happy ending.
Chauncey and his keepers pack up and go away, walk on water, into the sunset and all the little creatures of the forest are once again free to live their lives as the writer of this story meant it to be. THE END! (in reality...a new beginning)!
There will now be a short intermission until January 20th
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