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Politics : Did Slick Boink Monica? -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Lady Lurksalot who wrote (11840)	3/22/1998 4:59:00 AM
From: Dwight E. Karlsen	Respond to of 20981

Agreed. But let's not and say we did. -g-

To: Lady Lurksalot who wrote (11840)	3/22/1998 9:54:00 AM
From: James R. Barrett	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 20981

>>.....when Mike and Jim and others read this thread in the morning, they'll feel a whole lot happier about their transactions. <vvvbg> Holly<< I have decided that if I retire in California I will live in a tent in Yosemite year round. I can't stand tourists but I'll just have to get used to them. It's a good thing I like bears more than people. Jim

To: Lady Lurksalot who wrote (11840)	3/22/1998 12:27:00 PM
From: George Coyne	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 20981

THE TRAGIC COMEDIE OF KING LEER By Andy Meyer (Philadelpia Inquirer Sun. Mar. 22, 1998) Scene 1. A forest glen. Enter Witch Tripp and Kenneth of Starr. Witch Tripp: Double, double, Webster Hubble, I think I got the creep in trouble. Eye of Newt, strap of bra, could it be he broke some law? Praise this broth utmost ephemeral, Heavens! I left out my Essence of Emiral. Hark! Who trespasses so near? Kenneth of Starr: Tis I, the Inquisitor. What news? Witch Tripp: Things proceed with quickening speed, m'lord. The maiden Lewinsky, so deeply embroiled, is now join'd by the Lady Willey in like pursuit. Daily tightens the noose around the King. Starr: Would that it were so, but he hath good counsel, and more moves than a chess board. His public, well pleas'd with good news of the economie, doth o'erlook much. Witch Tripp: How may I serve thee next? Starr: I have need of acts damnable, and facts verifiable. Else he may elude me yet. Witch Tripp: His dog, Buddy, freshly neuter'd may bear his master harsh reproach. He may consent to wearing a collar of our invention, to survey the king at his ease. Dogs are much accustomed to insects. What's one more bug? Starr: Good hag, I rely on you completely. I must away. Exeunt Tripp and Starr. Scene 2. The King's antechamber Duke of McCurry: My Lord! I needs must speak with you most urgently! The castle is assaulted on all sides! Leer: What would I not give for an hour's peace! McCurry: An army of reporters is settled at thy gate They are press in name and press in deed, for they press me daily, nay, hourly for some explanation from thy lips. Leer: Who is there among them? McCurry: Lords Jennings, Brokaw, Rather, Geraldo of Rivera and a host of others. Methinks I spied the van from Hard Copy. Leer: You cut me to the quick. Do they not know that I am chaste? McCurry: They insinuate that thou hast chased too often. Leer: Never have lies been so artfully stack'd against a pure soul. Where is Lady Hillary? McCurry: Her secretary doth report that she is lock'd in her bath, saying over and over, "Why can I not wash my hands of this guy?" Leer: Oh cursed fate! I must be the most solitary mortal in all creation. Never have I betrayed m'lady's trust. McCurry: Whatever. Enter messenger. Messenger: Good King, steel thy nerve. I bring a missive from Kenneth of Starr, the Grand Inquisitor. Leer: Was ever a man as Starr-crossed as I? Why does this man conspire to afflict me thus? My hand is unsteady. Read it to me. Messenger: Let me see. He offers you his regards, blah, blah, blah, then doth subpoena you to appear at his chamber on Friday next, to forswear again that thou tookst no liberties with the wench Jones, who withdraweth not her claims against you. Leer: I have already so sworn. McCurry: It would seem m'lord , that the woeful tale of Lady Willey rekindles old flames. Leer: I kisse'd the woman on the forehead, as a sign of my regard. Never was a king so expos'd. McCurry: Truer words were ne'er spoken. Leer: I cannot think on't further. Leave me to my own counsel. Exeunt Messenger and McCurry Leer: To be forthright or not to be forthright, that is the question. Whether t'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or just bag the whole thing and teach law at a junior college. Enter courtier. Courtier: My liege, you are late for an important meeting. Leer: What's this? Courtier: You were to interview a new assistant at the stroke of two. She seems most capable and with rare intellect for one so young and fair. Leer: Well, tell her I will see her anon, and on, and on. Courtier: A most clever jest, my King. Leer: Let us not tarry further. Exeunt Leer and Courtier. Enter Buddy from behind a chair. Buddy: So dearest reader, I bid adieu. Meseemeth I have much to do. And so it comes to this pretty pass to see if the king doth get some class.