If you can stomach it, give this high-larious If you can stomach it, give this high-larious dystopian short story over at National Review a read. It concerns the ruminations of a penniless, divorced and bitter Bill Clinton, now President Obama's "Heartland Ambassador," as he reminiscences the good old days when Rush Limbaugh was still on the air (you see, the Fairness Doctrine has been reinstated and Bill misses him). A taste:
Immediately after the divorce, the foreign speaking gigs dried up, and the hedge fund boys booted him off their corporate boards. Oh, he missed the money, but even more than that, he missed the attention, the five-star hotels, the sense of . . . specialness. No more Air Force One, no more parades, no more weeks at Gstaad with George Soros and the fellahs. It had been months since Anderson Cooper called to chat, and Spielberg didn’t bother sending a birthday card this year. Even his Secret Service detail has been narrowed to one old timer with an arthritic hip and a couple of trainees.
The whole thing is basically conservative porn, where every tinfoil-hat fantasy of the right-wing assumes plausibility. The only thing that comes close was this conservative comic book from a few years back. I fear the author, Robert Ferrigno, apparently doesn't understand that good dystopian literature parodies the present, not the fantasies of conservatives.
--Mori Dinauer
