For example, when Cassius spoke in Shakespeare's “Julius Caesar,”
he could have been talking about the unlikely election results from November
2016:
“Men at some time are
masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in
ourselves.”
That’s a much more creative way of saying “elections have
consequences,” wouldn’t you agree?
Likewise, in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” Puck could have
been describing the typical Trump voter when he said, “Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
Or Claudio in “Measure for Measure,” who suggested, “The miserable have no other medicine, but
only hope.” I would argue that hope in empty promises is no hope at all, but
that’s just me, so moving on…
“Sigh no more, ladies,
sigh no more,” he said. “Men were
deceivers ever; one foot in sea, and one on shore, to one thing constant never.”
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
On the subject of greed, Shakespeare had Trump down to a “T”
when he wrote, “All that glitters is not
gold” in “The Merchant of Venice.” He also spoke to Trump’s narcissism and
arrogance in “King Lear:”
“Have more than thou
showest. Speak less than thou knowest. Lend less than thou owest. Ride more
than thou goest. Learn more than thou trowest, and set less than thou throwest.”
As for Trump’s reality-show vision of the presidency, I
offer this from “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.”
As Special Counsel Robert Mueller’s investigation into
Russian collusion rolls on, I harken back to this quote from Cordelia in “King
Lear:”
“Time shall unfold
what plighted cunning hides. Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.”
One can only hope.
And this from Hamlet regarding Trump’s world view:
“There are more things
in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
Or, from “Julius Caesar:”
“The evil that men do
lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones."
And, “Cowards die many
times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.”
Nothing describes Donald Trump and his tweets, his rallies and his word-salad speeches
better than my favorite Shakespeare quotation that comes from “MacBeth:”
“Life's but a walking
shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is
heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying
nothing.”
But take heart, my friends, Shakespeare also predicted the public
outcry, the refusal by many to accept Trump’s new normal and the organized
resistance to his presidency in Act 3, Scene 1 of “The Merchant of Venice,” when
he wrote this:
“If you prick us, do
we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not
die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?”
The answers to those questions are “yes,” “yes,” “yes”…and “oh
hell yes.”
And thereby hangs a tale.

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