I’ve mentioned before the silly stuff that passes for art and entertainment amongst the anti-Bush, anti-War people. Sometimes, their passions go so far that even those who believe in them can’t follow:
There was a “What is this?” expression on the faces of many in the packed house at San Francisco’s Magic Theatre when the house lights came up after curtain calls on the opening night of Sam Shepard’s “The God of Hell.” Perhaps it signaled disbelief that the play was really over after 80 intermissionless, virtually plotless “action.” Others may have wondered how such a skilled playwright could expect sophisticated audiences to buy into his heavy-handed, frequently sophomoric diatribe against the harmful domestic effects of the Bush administration’s anti-terrorist crusade.
You can read the whole thing here. A few things struck me as I read this disdainful review. (1) Shepard won a Pulitzer, which makes him another one in the ranks of loony Left prize winners. (2) Strongly felt political passions seldom make for good entertainment. (3) As you read the play’s plot, it really does sound like the worst kind of high school drama effort, so the word “sophomoric” is really apt.
Filed under: Anti-war, Bush Derangement Syndrome







I said it before, but I cannot make the Left look good, no matter how hard I may try. I can fill in some of the vampire and zhombie like hollows in their faces, but that is only a temporary solution. After direct exposure to sunlight, things start falling apart, literally. Not even the best of PR masters could make the Left look good in any long term range. Dick Morris couldn’t even do it for Clinton in Clinton’s ending days, and Dick Morris is quite the operator.
KUAT (Arizona) played a piece by Shostakovich last night. They also supplied the memorable background of its composition. The symphony was born in fear. It was the time of the terror in the Soviet Union when Stalin arrested anyone he suspected opposed the state. Police came without notice. And the composer supposedly kept a bag with him so that he could leave at a moment’s warning.
Now THAT PLACE was THE TERROR STATE Shepard should be illustrating today.
What does the Pulitzer prize winner say about the Soviets??
There were no police to arrest him at the end of his play’s first night in SF. (But the critics may be a different matter– if Bookworm is correct.)
A Pulitzer and $2.70 will get you a capucchino at Starbucks.