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Don Obama and Sancho Bidey

"Tell me thy company, and I'll tell thee what thou art." - Don Quixote

Like the Man of La Mancha, Don Obama belts out his Impossible Dream.

To fight the unbeatable foe
To dream the impossible dream
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go

Accompanied by the True Believer Chorus, Don Obama is revealed as a wandering romantic, tilting at the windmills of injustice and demanding a return to the utopian chivalry of the last century's starry-eyed idealists. He's the Teleprompter Troubadour.

To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star

Ho hum. The chorus is tone deaf, and the song is predictable. The audience is bored and restless. Their attention wanders as they squirm through yet another marching song about class struggle. They've heard plenty of tedious sermons about government-imposed fairness, about the haves and the have-nots. What idiot put the money up for this tired show? Don't they know that socialism's Broadway run is over? Plenty of people have suffered through that play and vowed to never again buy a ticket.

This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far

Aided by his loyal and bumbling servant, the donkey-riding Sancho Bidey, the Don mounts his shakey steed to joust with imaginary enemies, clamoring for change.

To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause

Snoozeroni. People are leaving for the exits even before the show is over. They've heard this stuff from Celebrity Leaders before. In Korea and Cuba the exits are locked and the captive audience claps on cue. Those that try to leave are captured and imprisoned. Bad for the Leader's ratings you see.

And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest

Don Obama is an Old World kind of radical, a 20th century European socialist in a 21st century world that is seeing that true justice and prosperity comes only when people are free. The Don's song turns strident and bitter as he realizes how out of tune he has been.

This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far

Meanwhile, across the nation, it's Standing Room Only for the fight between freedom and tyranny.

And what a rousing show it is.