What the fuck!?
Who, exactly, does Herman Cain think his target audience is? Adolescent males who are going to grow up to be rapists and murderers?
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FYI, for those who wonder why I h’ain’t been posting much lately. Work’s a little bit busy and I’m in rehearsals for a play right now. It doesn’t leave much time for thinking about writing a real post.
Remember when Mike Gravel’s commercials were weird?
Halfway through his campaign, I was pretty well convinced that Herman Cain was actually just some sort of Andy Kauffman or Sacha Baron Cohen style performance artist who was pulling our legs. Bailing out with a quote from Pokemon didn’t do much to dispel that. This isn’t helping either.
Herman Cain is the Yogi Berra of presidential politics.
“How do you say ‘delicious’ in Cuban?” – Cain
“He hits from both sides of the plate. He’s amphibious.” -Yogi
Given the choice I’d vote for Yogi.
What’s the play?
The play is “The Cotton Patch Gospel.” It’s the gospel of Matthew, but set in Georgia. I’d never heard of it before, but it’s quite good–it has a kind of cheeky humor throughout, but with some really emotionally compelling scenes, too. The scary part is that I have to sing, which I’ve never done on stage before.
If I had to sing. For an audience. I would be politely asked to leave. And if I didn’t leave. The next request for my departure would be less polite.
James Hanley,
It could be scarier. You could have to sing naked ( à la Hair)
Lance–I’m pretty sure I could do that, if it was in a big city where I’d be fairly anonymous. But in this small town, I couldn’t.
Pierre–I have no confidence in my singing, and I’m amazed that I seem to be doing fairly well. I keep expecting to see the music director rolling his eyes or shaking his head when I sing, but so far he hasn’t. God only know if I’ll panic when I know there’s a crowd out there, but fortunately where I’ll be standing I’ll have lights directly in my eyes so I won’t be able to see them. This is causing me a fair amount of stress, though.
James,
If I were a better person, I’d spare you the cliche’d advice about imagining the audience in their underwear, and the equally cliche’d joke about how an audience wearing only underwear might be disconcerting to perform before. But I’m not a better person, and I’ve never acted in my life.
That’s ok, Pierre, we know just how good you really aren’t.
On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the lowest, I’m not sure you couldn’t fail to know how bad I wouldn’t be, mutatis mutandis :)
Precisely. Thanks for clarifying that.