Rehearsal was tough last night. I was late, delaying the start, and when people are new, missing or unaware what show they’re in it can go slow. If only we could sing without dancing, but people actually have the audacity to expect both.

Barack Obama has began the process of running for president of the United States. His name is so melodic, I always think of one of my favorite songs of all time, The Name Game by Miss Shirley Ellis when I hear it. Obama, bama, bo-ama, Banana-Fana, Fo-Fama, Fee-Fi, Fo, doe-Dama, Obama! Did I ever tell you about the time I had that song BLARING in my Beetle and pulled up to the 7-11? When I rolled up the window an got out of the car a bunch of teenagers in the next car, looked at me, paused and just burst out in laughter. I was puzzled until I realized the MARSHA, MARSH BO BARSHA lyrics blaring from this old fags car would have made me do the same thing. Anyway, where was I? Barack Obama.

I hope some nut doesn’t shoot him.

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