L'Obama, ossia L'Avvento del Messia

04.12.08, 21:49
Opera in Tre Atti

Personaggi:

Barracco Obama, Il Messia, Redentore del Mondo (Tenore Miracoloso)
Santa Micaela della Revoluzione, sua sposa (Soprano Amaro)
Giovanni Maccheno, Senatore, Avversario dello Obama (Basso Buffo)
Sara Palino, Governatrice del Alaska e Reginetta di Bellezza
(Coloratura Buffa)
Guglielmo Priapo, Ex-Presidente (Tenore Mentitore)
Hillaria, sua Sposa, altra Avversaria dell'Obama (Soprano Ambizioso)
Elena Tomasso, una strega (Contralto Venenoso)
Giuseppe Bideno, Il Pomposo (Tenore Buffo)
Il Spirito di Giorgio Secondo, L'Abominazione (Baritono Cattivo)
Il Spirito di Ruscio Limbago, Bocca Grande (Basso Noioso)
Jeremia Ritto, un uomo pazzo, pastore dello Obama (Basso Demagogico)
Guglielmo Ayers, terroristo Americano, amico dello Obama (Tenore
Anarchico)
Un Sempliciotto (Tenore Profetica)

Il Popolo, La Media Elite, Il Mondo, Il Congresso, Terroristi.


ATTO PRIMO
La Piazza del Cattedrale di Washington.

It is the day after the election. Outside the Washington Cathedral,
the People and La Media Elite celebrate the victory of Barracco
Obama over his adversary, Giovanni Maccheno (Coro: "Esultate! Il
Messia è venuto!"). The World enters and joins The People in their
celebration, singing their own chorus rejoicing in the fact that
Obama's election will hasten the demise of American power and
influence ("America è in debolezza, evviva!") The two choruses
swell and merge in a powerful contrapuntal choral episode. As the
chorus reaches its climax, trumpets herald the arrival of Lord Obama
the Most Merciful, who enters with his wife, Santa Micaela della
Revoluzione, and his retinue. The crowd becomes frenzied, with some
falling in a swoon ("Obama! Obama! Redentore del Mondo! Io manco!").
Obama heals two lepers and resurrects the dead daughter of a
Washington policeman. He then addresses the crowd ("Nel posar sul
mio capo la corona"). At the sound of his voice, the crowd falls
silent, gazing up at him with adoring, vacant expressions. In an
eloquent aria, Obama promises that the dark days of the Tyrant,
Giorgio Secondo, are over ("Dopo si lunga notte") and a new Golden
Age will dawn for the world under his rule ("Un siglo d'oro è
venuto"): the economy shall heal, America's enemies shall beat
their bomb jackets into plowshares, the lame shall walk, there will
be a chicken in every pot, the whole world shall have universal
health care, all the prisoners in Guantanamo Bay will be released,
and planes shall arrive and take off on schedule. Each stanza of
this great aria is punctuated by the chorus ("Ohime! Salvatore!")
At its conclusion, Obama invites The People and The World to a
celebration at which he will personally change the water into wine
and feed the guests with seven croissants and five grande lattes. He
enters the cathedral for his coronation, followed by the crowd.

>From the right, Giovanni Maccheno and Sara Palino enter the
deserted piazza. Giovanni laments his loss of the election to
Barracco Obama ("O mia vergogna!"). In a rambling, boring monologue
sung in a monotone, he recites his brave history on the battlefield
("Si, fui soldato!") and wonders why this was not enough to get him
elected 30 years later. In a lilting refrain ("Tu sei troppo
vecchio"), Sara Palino suggests that it might be because he's a worn-
out old has-been with the excitement level of a rusty AAA battery.
She reminds him of her own qualifications for Vice-President ("Può
vedere Russia dalla mia casa") and what a help she has been to him.
To cheer him up, the perky Sara launches into one of the best known
arias in the score, the brilliant coloratura Polonaise "Io son
Regina di Bellezza," in which she sings of her experience as a
beauty pageant contestant. But Giovanni is inconsolable: in a
touching duet, he and Sara lament how they will now have to go
wandering across the country, begging for speaking engagements
("Andrem raminghi e poveri"). Suddenly Giovanni hears someone
approaching ("Ohimè, s'appressa alcun!") and he and Sara hide behind
a column.

>From the left enter former President Guglielmo Priapo and his
termagant wife, Hillaria. Hillaria is furious over her defeat at
the hands of L'Obama in the primaries. In a passionate outburst
ranging up to a shrill, wobbly high C, she rages that the Prize was
within her grasp ("C'è mio! C'è tutto mio!"), but she was betrayed
by La Media Elite who abandoned her for "un altro amore." Must she
live to see this upstart novice on the throne while she languishes
in boring Senate committee meetings? Is it for this that she has
suffered public humiliation and eaten shit sandwiches served by her
husband for the past 35 years? No, it is too much! ("C'è troppo!
non reggo! soffoco!"). Guglielmo counsels patience: her day will
come, and L'Obama will overreach himself. He tells Hillaria that he
has a plan to get them both back in la Casa Bianca, where she can
rule while he chases interns. Just then he spots Giovanni and Sara
off to the side, and he begins to make a move on Sara. He tells her
she is a real babe, and this develops into the famous
Quartet, "Bella figlia dell'Alaska." Guglielmo tries to grope Sara;
Sara tells him a joke about lipstick on pit bulls; Hillaria sings
that her day of vengeance will come; and Giovanni stutters, in
repetitive phrases, how Obama will raise everyone's taxes and
endanger national security.

When the Quartet ends, the crowd surges out of the cathedral,
proclaiming the new Messiah, followed by L'Obama in full regalia. A
powerful concluding ensemble ensues: The People, the World and La
Media Elite acclaim L'Obama; Barracco heals a lame man and exults in
his new power; Giovanni Maccheno whines about the ingratitude of the
American People while Sara Palino practices her baton twirling;
Guglielmo plans that evening's rendezvous with his new cutie, while
Hillaria plots her comeback. Unnoticed in the background, a small
group of Islamic terrorists rejoice in Obama's election. Everyone
then exits to follow Obama to the Reflecting Pool which he will walk
on down the Mall to meet Il Congresso at Il Capitole.

The piazza is deserted and silent once more. Now enters the
Simpleton, a crazy homeless man pushing a shopping cart filled with
old newspapers. He sings a keening lament, weeping for the
Motherland and the bitter years that lie ahead.

Cada il sipario lentamente.
    • dana33 Re: L'Obama, ossia L'Avvento del Messia 04.12.08, 21:50
      ATTO SECONDO
      Scena Primo: L'Offizia di Hillaria nel Capitole.

      Hillaria is meeting with Guglielmo Priapo. She berates him for
      avoiding her and doing nothing to bring her any closer to la Casa
      Bianca ("Perche mi sfuggi?"). Two years have passed, and she is
      still sitting in interminable committee meetings and having to
      pretend that she wants Obama to succeed! When is Guglielmo going to
      stop porking her pages and do something? Guglielmo replies that the
      two years have not exactly been wasted ("Deh, pensate!"): the hated,
      deposed Giorgio Secondo is dead, having been torn limb from limb by
      grieving war widows, mothers and children while he was giving a
      speech to a veteran's organization. Things have been going badly for
      Lord Obama as well, and Il Popolo are getting restless. The
      opportunity is ripening. And as an additional bonus, Ruscio Limbago
      has been driven from the airwaves by the revival of the Fairness
      Doctrine, which Obama has used to silence all effective opposition
      to him on radio and television. With no outlet for his hot air,
      Limbago floated off somewhere like an untethered balloon into the
      ether, presumably to his death. But Hillaria is not to be deterred:
      when is Guglielmo going to do something? ("Basta di parlare! Azione
      io voglio!") Guglielmo responds that he has done something: since
      Hillaria wants to know the future, he has arranged for the ancient
      Washington hag, Elena Tomasso, to visit Hillaria that very afternoon
      and tell her the future. Just at that moment, there is a knock on
      the door. Guglielmo leaves and Elena Tomasso enters, a hideous old
      woman with a tongue that drips poison.

      Hillaria demands to know what the future holds for her ("Parlami dal
      futuro!"). In the impressive aria, "Re dell'abisso," Tomasso summons
      the spirit of Giorgio Secondo. His horrible visage rises from the
      floor, with bloody hands holding his very small brain. Giorgio
      demands to know who has summoned him and bemoans his fate in the
      afterlife ("Mal per me!"): condemned to be waterboarded enternally
      while his entrails are unwound and used to re-fence the ranch in
      Crawford. Hillaria demands to know her future ("Dimmi, o
      spirito!"). Giorgio replies in sepulchral tones that she has to ask
      one more powerful than he. To her horror, he summons the spirit of
      Ruscio Limbago, a disembodied fat head with a mouth twice normal
      size. In an eerie prophecy ("O Hillaria, Hillaria, Hillaria!")
      Limbago tells Hillaria that she will be L'Obama's successor, and
      that his days are numbered. But that her reign will be as scandal-
      plagued as was her husband's, she will accomplish nothing of note,
      and she will die the same frustrated, bitter woman that she is.
      Hillaria, elated by the first part of the prophecy ("O lieto
      augurio!"), fails to hear the second part. Elena gives Hillaria a
      magic dagger, which she is to plunge into Obama's back when the
      opportunity presents itself. In an exultant cabaletta, Hillaria
      rejoices with the dagger ("O, acciar!"), while in pertichini Elena
      Tomasso mutters that this woman is nuts ("C'è una pazzarella!") and
      that she wants to stay as far away from her as possible.

      Scena Secondo: L'Offiza Ovale nella Casa Bianca

      The Secretary of Education, Guglielmo Ayers, and Jeremia Ritto, the
      Commissar of Culture and Obama's spiritual advisor, are discussing
      the state of the administration. Ayers asks where Lord Obama is
      ("Obama d'ovè?"). Ritto replies that he is returning from his daily
      walk on the Potomac but that he has been delayed by having to drive
      some demons out of a herd of swine. Ayers notes that conditions in
      the country have been worsening and the people will soon be ready
      for The Revolution. In a buffo duet ("Un segreto d'importanza"),
      Ayers sings of his secret plan to radicalize kindergartners, while
      Ritto keeps up a steady contrapuntal patter of "God Damn America!"

      Lord Obama enters and, after kissing his ring, Ritto and Ayers
      leave. Obama is in a foul mood and he curses a rubber plant, which
      promptly withers. Obama slumps at his desk and in the powerful
      monologue, "I have attained supreme power," he laments how his
      dreams and hopes have turned sour. The economy has worsened and
      famine stalks the land. A new terrorist attack has killed thousands,
      led by a jihadist Obama ordered released from Gitmo because his
      constitutional rights were being violated. The disillusioned,
      disappointed People are starting to curse his name, and lewd
      graffiti about Micaela have started to appear in the subways. He
      starts to pray for guidance ("Gran Dio, soccorrimi!") but stops when
      he remembers that religious activity of any kind on Federal property
      is now a criminal offense. He launches into a tuneful arietta about
      the futility of life, "Ho bastante di niente."

      Micaela enters and begins to nag Obama about his failure to turn
      American into a Worker's Paradise ("La revoluzione dov'è?")


      Micaela enters and begins to nag Obama about his failure to turn
      American into a Worker's Paradise ("La revoluzione dov'è?") Seeing
      his glum mood, she tries to cheer him up ("Mio caro sposino") and
      urges him to announce a new initiative at the upcoming State of the
      Union address. Encouraged by Micaela's words, Obama joins her in an
      exultant duet ("Ora di gloria s'appressa!") as the curtain falls.
      • dana33 Re: L'Obama, ossia L'Avvento del Messia 04.12.08, 21:51
        ATTO TERZO
        Il Capitole: la Camera della Casa dei Rappresentativi.

        The Chamber is divided into two groups: I Repubblicani on one side,
        and I Democrati on the other. This is the famous "Coro dei
        Partisani" - the Repubblicani sing how, after four years in the
        minority, they are nothing but a bunch of impotent weasels ("Sono
        donnole impotente"). The Democrati mock the Repubblicani for not
        even being able to sustain a filibuster ("Ha! Ha! Ha! Non hanno di
        40!"). Up on the dais, the Parlatrice della Casa dei
        Rappresentativi, Nana Pelosi, and the Vice-President, Giovanni
        Bideno sit on their thrones. Nana Pelosi trills happily, while
        Giovanni Biden can only grunt ("Hmpf! Hmpf! Hmpf!") because after
        two years of progressively embarrassing gaffes, his foot is by now
        permanently implanted in his mouth. Giovanni Maccheno enters and
        sits with I Repubblicani, immediately putting the Senators on either
        side of him to sleep. Sara Palino sits in the balcony, primping for
        the cameras and doing her nails.

        Lord Obama enters the chamber and the politicians crowd around him
        sycophantically. A woman touches the hem of his robe and is healed
        of an issue of blood. He progresses solemnly to the dais and begins
        his speech ("Ascoltami, Congresso!"). But no sooner has he begun to
        speak than the distant angry murmur of a crowd is heard approaching.
        The members of Congress all start in alarm ("Quai gridi!"). One of
        the Capitol police enters and announces, in frightened tones, that
        Il Popolo are approaching in an angry mob with scythes and
        pitchforks. L'Obama orders them to be admitted, and the mob rushes
        in ("Vendetta! Strage! Sterminio!"). They've had enough of two years
        of disappointment, failure and betrayal, and they want Real Change
        ("Vero cangia vogliamo!"). Jeremia Ritto rushes around crazily,
        shouting "God Damn America!" L'Obama rebukes the crowd for its
        behaviour ("Quest è dunque del Popolo la voce?"); didn't they just
        acclaim him as their Salvatore two years before? Fistfights break
        out between the Repubblicani and the Democrati.

        In an impassioned plea, Obama calls for peace ("Plebe! Patrizi!
        Popolo!"). Moved by his appeal, Il Popolo and Il Congresso quiet
        down. But just as L'Obama resumes his speech, a cry is heard
        ("Guarda nel balcone!"): Sara Palino has begun twirling flaming
        batons in the Gallery while singing an inane coloratura ditty
        ("Belle fiamme"). While all attention is focused on Sara, Hillaria
        dashes up to the dais and plunges the dagger into Obama's back
        ("Quest'è il bacio di Hillaria"). When attention returns to the
        front, everyone sees Hillaria standing where L'Obama was, rejoicing
        in her new-found power ("Salgo già nel Presidencia aurata!"). As
        everyone proclaims the new queen ("Regina tu sei!"), Sara Palino
        remarks on how her and Hillaria's plan worked after all, and
        announces that her agreed-upon reward is that in the new
        administration she will be Secretary of State so that she can get
        some foreign policy experience for her Presidential run in 2012. The
        crowd reacts ("Orror! Orror! Orror!").

        Cada il sipario rapidamente.
        • pozarski Re: L'Obama, ossia L'Avvento del Messia 04.12.08, 21:54
          Dana! Skad ten Obama!? Daj,prosze,link. Fantastyczne.wink
          • dana33 Re: L'Obama, ossia L'Avvento del Messia 04.12.08, 21:57
            nie mam linku, dostalam poczta.... ale tak sie smialam, ze
            postanowilam sie podzielic z aquanetowcami... smile
            dla coniektorych bedzie trudno zrozumiec... ale nicha... kto zrozumie
            to sie pobawi... smile
            • pozarski Re: L'Obama, ossia L'Avvento del Messia 04.12.08, 21:59
              Nawet ten wloski jest zrozumiely. Zaraz przekabluje mailowo.
              • dana33 Re: L'Obama, ossia L'Avvento del Messia 04.12.08, 22:03
                Soprano Ambizioso........
                lzy smiechu mi leca, ile razy to widze.... smile
                • amamit Re: L'Obama, ossia L'Avvento del Messia 04.12.08, 22:16
                  cudnie mnie humor poprawilas...
                  dziekuje serdecznie smile
                  big_grin
    • szpital_psychiatryczny Atto quattro,wyslylamy karetke po autorke tego pos 04.12.08, 22:22
      postu
      pani posiada u nas karte stalego klienta-25% znizki
      zapraszamy
      • amamit Re: Atto quattro,wyslylamy karetke po autorke teg 04.12.08, 22:32
        bardzo smieszne...
        no i mi juz wszystko opadlo...
        • polska_belgijka Re: Atto quattro,wyslylamy karetke po autorke teg 04.12.08, 22:34
          amamit napisała:

          > bardzo smieszne...
          > no i mi juz wszystko opadlo...

          Religijnie? Usiadlas a on na kolana? wink))
          • amamit Re: Atto quattro,wyslylamy karetke po autorke teg 04.12.08, 22:35
            co na kolana?
            i jaki on big_grin
            • polska_belgijka Re: Atto quattro,wyslylamy karetke po autorke teg 04.12.08, 22:51
              amamit napisała:

              > co na kolana?
              > i jaki on big_grin

              A co u baby moze opasc oprocz szczeki i rak? wink))
              • amamit Re: Atto quattro,wyslylamy karetke po autorke teg 04.12.08, 22:56
                czesci garderoby big_grin
                • polska_belgijka Re: Atto quattro,wyslylamy karetke po autorke teg 04.12.08, 22:58
                  amamit napisała:

                  > czesci garderoby big_grin

                  To nie z kobiety a z wieszaka! wink))
                  • amamit Re: Atto quattro,wyslylamy karetke po autorke teg 04.12.08, 23:00
                    ano wlasnie smile
        • pozarski Re: Atto quattro,wyslylamy karetke po autorke teg 04.12.08, 22:40
          To jakis wariat, Amamit. Podejrzewam drf-a. Damski bokser z niego.crying
          • polska_belgijka Re: Atto quattro,wyslylamy karetke po autorke teg 04.12.08, 22:42
            pozarski napisał:

            > To jakis wariat, Amamit. Podejrzewam drf-a. Damski bokser z niego.crying

            £Bedziemy teraz tropic "po wklejkach"? wink))
            • pozarski Re: Atto quattro,wyslylamy karetke po autorke teg 04.12.08, 23:02
              Bedziemy na tropach.wink Exciting.wink
    • szpital_psychiatryczny kochani,zaopiekuje sie wami tez 04.12.08, 22:59
      niestety do karetki ktora wyslalismy po autorke tego postu
      nie zmiesci sie juz nikt wiecej
      jakby to powiedziec,jest ponadgabarytowa
      spokojnie czekajcie na swoja kolej,miejsca nie zabraknie
      • pozarski Re: kochani,zaopiekuje sie wami tez 04.12.08, 23:03
        "kochani" - znam tego kochanka kochanych.wink
      • amamit Re: kochani,zaopiekuje sie wami tez 04.12.08, 23:05
        ja juz mam swojego lekarza smile
        ty mozesz za znachora porobic.
        aba bioenergo czyli maga szkodliwego.

        dzentelmen...
      • belgijska Szewc, bez butow chodzi! ;) n/t 04.12.08, 23:16
        • dana33 nie rozumiem, co im wszystkim przeszkadzaja 04.12.08, 23:32
          moje 500 kg..... smile
          mnie nie przeszkadza.... wrecz odwrotnie... dlatego ze nigdy glodna
          nie chodze, to jestem przewaznie w swietnym humorze...
          a ten szpitalik to musi byc wysuszony na szczape, chodzi glodny od
          rana do wieczora i nawet posmiac sie troche nie umie... smile
          nu, niech sie umartwia...
          ide zjesc ciasteczko kruche, kawalek sernika i zostal sie jeszcze
          kawaleczek torciku kawowego... smile
          • uri_ja Re: nie rozumiem, co im wszystkim przeszkadzaja 04.12.08, 23:35
            Dana.
            czy Ty zawsze musisz mnie zagnac do lodówki albo do kredensu big_grin
            • dana33 Re: nie rozumiem, co im wszystkim przeszkadzaja 04.12.08, 23:39
              nu, nie zawsze..... ale sama wiesz, ze w nocy to najlepiej smakuje...
              a ty mi znow przypomnialas slowo kredens.... kompletnie
              zapomnialam.. smile
              • uri_ja Re: nie rozumiem, co im wszystkim przeszkadzaja 04.12.08, 23:41
                ja mam slowo smile
                prawdziwego kredensu w Lodzi nie smile
                ale mam miejsce na dobre rzeczy smile i je nazywam kredens.
              • belgijska Re: nie rozumiem, co im wszystkim przeszkadzaja 04.12.08, 23:45
                dana33 napisała:

                > nu, nie zawsze..... ale sama wiesz, ze w nocy to najlepiej smakuje...
                > a ty mi znow przypomnialas slowo kredens.... kompletnie
                > zapomnialam.. smile

                To ja Ci jeszcze przypomne: "Szesc lat byli zareczeni, potem kredens wszystko
                zmienil" wink))
                • dana33 Re: nie rozumiem, co im wszystkim przeszkadzaja 04.12.08, 23:47
                  poszla spac, siostry.... siem najadla, jeszcze z 200 g przybylo, coby
                  nie rozczarowac wiadomo kogo....
                  dobranoc i laila tov... smile
                  • uri_ja Re: nie rozumiem, co im wszystkim przeszkadzaja 04.12.08, 23:48
                    spij dobrze smile
                    ja jeszcze nie moge smile
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