Soon Monsieur Obama is going to come.

From Roger L. Simon at PJ Media, a scene from The Theater of the Absurd:

Black stage. Lights fade up on two bums — John and Hillary — sitting by a campfire, looking depressed. Their once-fancy tattered clothes indicate that they have seen better days. A light flickers on the horizon.

HILLARY (brightening and pointing): Look, John!

JOHN (disinterested): What?

HILLARY: Explosions!

JOHN: So?

HILLARY: Mosul is on fire!

JOHN: Mosul?

HILLARY (laughs and hits him with her hat): The second biggest city in Iraq, you silly.

JOHN: Oh. (suddenly alarmed) Genghis Khan is back?

HILLARY: Noooo…. It’s al Qaeda. They’re taking over!

John stares at her, incredulous. Finally….

JOHN (totally dismissive): Nah… Bin Laden is dead and GM is alive.

For a moment, both look reassured. But there are more explosions and they become a bit apprehensive again.

HILLARY (convincing herself): Soon Monsieur Obama is going to come.

JOHN (nodding): Yes, he will come.

HILLARY: Everything will be okay.

They sit there.

JOHN (frowns): What if it’s not?

More explosions.

HILLARY (alarmed): Oops. There goes Tikrit!

JOHN: Tikrit?

HILLARY: Al Qaeda took that too…. Dumkopf!

Hillary starts beating him over the head with her hat again.

JOHN (shielding himself): Okay, okay… another city. Iraq has a lot of cities.

She relents.

HILLARY: Soon Monsieur Obama will come.

No one believes it.

JOHN (plaintively): What if he doesn’t?

Immobilized, the two bums continue to sit there. They look increasingly nervous, almost terrified, as the firelight dominates the stage. Then, suddenly, an idea dawns on them.

HILLARY & JOHN (simultaneously): The video!

HILLARY (jumping up excited): Yes, the video!

JOHN (jumps up too): It will solve everything!

The two bums lock arms and start to dance a jig as lights fade.

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