When The Queen Bows Down

The game of Chess has much to teach us this primary season, though too few of us have any time for such contemplative pursuits these days, what with the impending hand-off of Bush’s War to the next Lord or Lady, and the myriad messes that lay strewn across the chessboard of our lives. And so many have again grown somnolent and disgusted with the ugly and brutal gambits some politicians press and play, bless and pray.

The endgame comes apace and we are left to face the ravaged queen displaced; the horse eye never quite diminished as She wanders ’round the corner.


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  1. My thinking is rather convoluted on the matter. The entire TV punditocracy treats politics like a spectator sport; especially like boxing or horse racing. This is often demeaning on the face of things. Chess strikes me as somewhat more apropos. But satire can be very biting, especially when the line between it and ridicule is destroyed by hate. It may be like pornography: I can’t really define it, but I know it when I see it.

  2. Sadly, I am torn. I feel it is definitely Hillary’s turn. She will not be getting it. Barack deserves it too. He will get it. I am afraid I dislike the rather mean behavior this is now engendering.


    Dramatis Personae

    Queen of Hearts: Hillary Clinton
    Alice: Barak Obama
    Humpty Dumpty: Played tonight by his stand-in, senior Clinton adviser, Harold Wolfson.


    “When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said in a rather scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean– neither more nor less.”

    “The question is,” said Alice, “whether you can make words mean so many different things.”

    “The question is,” said Humpty Dumpty, “which is to be master– that’s all.”


    “Off with the Democrats’ heads!”, screamed the Queen of Hearts after they appeared ready to reject her.