If I were Donald Trump's agent, after his Presidential term is complete, I would direct him towards performance in the theater of Samuel Beckett, rather than a revival of his reality television career. He would be excellent, I think, in a male version of Not I, redefining the drama for a new age. Krapp's Last Tape would be another killer role for the former President if you ask me. And perhaps Trump an Kim Jong Un could even stage a triumphant Broadway production of Waiting For Godot when their days of nuclear brinkmanship are behind them.
Today happens to be April Fool's Day. In the past, a news report of eminent politicians engaged in the sort of theatrical shenanigans outlined above would have made an amusing front-page prank. But it's almost believable in today's world; a world "beyond parody" as they say; a world in which Goerge Orwell would need to retitle Animal Farm as CCTV Recording Of Cloned Meat Distribution Center On Mars and 1984 could be simply retitled Enter Password.
But today also happens to be Easter Sunday, a time of renewal, although mostly a time when the prefix 'ex' is replaced by its dissonant homophone 'egg,' as in 'eggceedingly tedious.' Nevertheless, we must cling to Easter's message of hope; Spring's promise that things will get better as soon as the supermarkets denude themselves of pastel bunnies and oval-shaped chocolate. Meanwhile, I await President Trump's imminent guest cameo on the new Roseanne TV show reboot because such a 'beyond parody' event will surely come to pass.
