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1. dougg Says:
   June 16th, 2010 at 10:11 pm

   Never before have we seen a President as perfect as the metaphor he is describing. He is immobilized, gushing “listen to me now”, “now hear this”, “I will not” , without any effect on the blowout that lays beneath 5,000 feet of Gulf. Shakespeare wrote it best in act ii of As You Like It:

   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,
   His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
   Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
   Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
   And shining morning face, creeping like snail
   Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
   Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
   Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
   Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
   Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
   Seeking the bubble reputation
   Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
   In fair round belly with good capon lined,
   With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
   Full of wise saws and modern instances;
   And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
   Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
   With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
   His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
   For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
   Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
   And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
   That ends this strange eventful history,
   Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
   Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.