I’m not sure who the pundit was who punned on these lyrics from the musical “Anything Goes.” When it occurred, I was stripping the carcass of our turkey and listening to MSNBC’s palaver show with Chris Matthews et al. Anyway, I think that was the show. Perhaps I heard the reference between the umpteenth plug for Mr. Matthews new book and the umpteenth reminder that Eugene Robinson is a Pulitzer Prize winning columnist. One tends to loose new information with the interference of monotonous, narcissistic litany of celebrities. For sure it was somebody on the tube and I thought it rather clever. In the musical the word is “hoke.”
Additionally while I can’t recall the pundit’s name or the association he/she was making, I can fairly assume the reference might have been to something from the tower of campaign babble which is mostly hokum. (My wife can’t recall it either. She was trying to coax the terrier in from the cold. Our terriers are not hokum. They are precious.) All of this lends an opportunity for me to commit my own, more humble bit of shameless self-promotion.
The last ticket I bought was for the movie “My Afternoons with Margueritte” with Gérard Depardieu and Gesèle Casadesus. The film was filled with hope in the precious power of human caring and love. Since then a few of my lesser hopes have been dashed when I watched the annual Ohio State – Michigan battle, but I am content. Ohio State has had a nice run. I was glad I did not have to buy a ticket in frigid Ann Arbor to see my hopes ended. Nothing about the Gator Bowl gives me hope, even if I bought a ticket and flew to whatever stadium it occupies. My hopes in and for President Obama have also been dashed. I don’t know whether or not or even in what way I may yet pay for that ticket. No one has yet offered me a better prospect, so I won’t complain until after we elect one of the Republican bozos. I would at least buy a ticket to hear Jon Huntsman.
But there’s one thing of which I am certain. Americans deserve some decent Hope and Hope is not hoke:
If the hero’s flustered Hit him with a custard
You gotta give the people hoke.
Do your best tour jeté From a classic ballet
And they’ll rush to the lobby and smoke
Add a tiny pratfall
And you’ll be running that ball
You gotta give the people hoke
Now the critics may say it’s trash
But trash or not, it’s a smash We’ve done it again
And the crowds are standing in line
— from “Anything Goes” according to Bing Crosby and Donald O’Connor.
Steadfast and cautious,
D. “Tortoise” Taylor