D is for Drama

Yes, I admit I occasionally yell back at the TV. But only when the current president struggles to make his thoughts known to us through the use of the English language. It's also true at those particular times my soft, melodic voice raises to levels only dogs can hear, and I get so overly excited the blood rushes to my cheeks. But this happens only when I hear political pundits lying through their capped teeth. I can't help it. That's how I react when I'm confronted by stupidity and arrogance and a blatant disregard for the health and well being for this planet and all its inhabitants.

I'm sorry but I just can't stand what is going on right in front of our eyes! Every single day it's another scandal and another lie exposed. It is nothing less than abhorrent to have to witness the total disrespect this administration holds for life and the truth.

Gosh, gee wilacurs, wasn't it this president, who in atonement for the previous administration, said his was going to built on a foundation of character and honor and a sense of justice? What the heck went so terribly wrong here? Nothing that a whole lot of recent books written on the psyche of George W. Bush and his cohorts couldn't explain.

Is it only me that thinks of the cover of Mad Magazine when I see the president?

Because I can get a bit touchy when our president dismisses executive decorum and the constitution with a wave of his hand, and I go extra nuts when a vile person like Ann Coulter, who has no reason to have the right to speak to the country, and is promoted by today's media as a constitutional official is given free reign to say the most outlandish, despicable things, and what she says is presented as news, when I cannot stand to watch any news format show any longer because they have all become a delusion of reality, (would somebody pleeeeze put Wolf Blitzer out of his misery - it is really really too painful to watch him) when I cannot pretend anymore to understand what is so obviously incomprehensible, I have been banished by some to wear the scarlet letter D for - 'Drama Queen.'

Here then in my defense is my rebuttal -

D is for Drama

by Estella Ritter 3/28/07

When you say I’m a drama queen and set your teeth in that pejorative tone I’ve come to know so well, you fail to grasp you’ve just offended and demeaned God; the most brilliant dramatist of all time.

When you yearn to insult me by calling me a drama queen you discredit and degrade every man or woman who has ever authored every classic piece of cinema and literature.

When you use the phrase ‘drama queen’ to belittle me and exploit my anguish, you debase the entire culture of music. You dilute every symphony ever produced, every opera ever sung, and you unabashedly destroy the enormous power your favorite song has to lift your spirit and smooth your furrowed brow.

When you wish to condemn how I feel and how I have chosen to reveal it, you diminish the effect of suddenly witnessing a rainbow, or seeing the sun rise up against a mountainous backdrop, or watching the sun slowly dip behind the horizon of an ocean. You detract from a desert landscape and disparage a hike through forestry trails. You dishonor a hidden lake and depreciate traveling to far off places just to gaze upon an exotic bird splendidly painted in gaudy Mardi Gras colors.

When you attempt to prod me into a likeness of how you wish me to act, you violently rip from its wall every canvas hung in every museum. You question the dramatic grandeur behind every cathedral or Roman Church.

When you refer to me as a drama queen as a way to scold me into submission, you shame the collective works of Michelangelo and Leonardo da Vinci. You defile every mastermind God has ever infused his sublime genius talent into.

Man’s creative expression is only an attempt to emulate God’s perfect artistic eye. When you sully my name by calling me a drama queen do you also mock God’s obvious taste for the drama as an over the top production? Do you describe God’s abundant exterior stylizing as a glitzy theatrical gesture?

To call me a drama queen is to reduce every soldier or civilian who perished in a battle to nothing more than a dramatic actor. To scorn my emotive articulation is to reduce the Dead Sea Scrolls and the Bible and the Koran and the Torah to mere psalms of pity.

The way a word may catch your imagination, the way the light catches your eye as clouds roll over a lunar ray of moonshine. The way a beat catches your heart when an ancient drum is played. The way your breath is taken away when a loved one returns. The not knowing of how or when we each must die. The way a sick child can suddenly become well. To call me a drama queen is to despise God’s dramatic flair for how he playwrights each life.

Hail to Mr & Mrs President

At this much too early juncture into the political journey to supreme power I hold absolutely no loyalty or allegiance to any one particular presidential candidate, be it Democratic or Republican, so pay no more mind to today's column than you would to a passing thought, but it does strike me that -

In the event that Hillary Clinton was elected president, not only would she become America's first female president, but her husband Bill Clinton would become America's first male 'First Lady.'

And if such a thing should happen, Hillary would most likely appoint her First Lady as our illustrious ambassador to the world, and in that capacity, her husband would travel happily around the globe. Of course Bill would welcome such a challenge, in fact, he would probably confess he was born for the job, and by all our imaginations, would perform an amazingly, outstanding job. (As long as he doesn't get caught with his fetish showing)

But isn't that what Eleanor Roosevelt did so eloquently when her husband was president? During a time of great dishevel and distress, didn't she grow into an extension of her husband's policy making and mirror the very best reflection of what America stood for? Yes. I reckon she did.

And didn't Hillary state either around the time she was running for congress, or perhaps it was when she was our first lady herself, that her role model had always been Eleanor Roosevelt? Yes she did. So I find it a bit ironic that history will have a brilliant laugh when and if Hillary is appointed the surveyor of all she sees, that she has the distinction of putting herself in the position of making her husband emulate her very own role model.

And then there's the major/minor issue of what to call Bill if he is our first lady? First Man? First Male? I'll leave the jokes to the likes of a Tucker Carlson pundit hag, but seriously, there is the question of proper etiquette that has to be addressed. Because if Hillary is elected, since our first lady/man was also a former president, he is entitled to be respectively referred to as Mr. President. Hence, may I present to you our very first Mr and Mrs President.

Sleep on that and get back to me in the morning.