Although I’ve managed to studiously avoid any reference to politics in this blog for the past 28 months (yes, I really did and trust me… it was not easy) last night inspiration struck and simply would not be denied. So, with sincere apologies to the ghost of William Shakespeare, here’s my vision of what Hamlet’s famous soliloquy would be if he were a member of the US Congress today.

Hamlet’s 2017 Soliloquy

To impeach, or not impeach – that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler to merely wince and suffer
The tweets and blurts of unscripted chaos
Or to chance co-sponsoring a resolution
And by opposing end them. To vote, to wince
No more – and by that vote to say we end
The leaks and thousand media questions
The Beltway’s heir to. ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To vote, to voice
The truth – perchance to rest; Ay, there’s the rub
For in the backlash after, what votes may leave
When next the people cast their ballots
Must give us pause. Where’s the respect
Or remembrance of good bills passed?
For who would bear the scorn of network anchors,
The pundit’s whines, the commentator’s railing,
The pangs of out-of-context quotes,
The insolence of pressers, and the jabs
And tacky nicknames from opponents
When he himself might hide amidst the bushes
Like Sean Spicer? Who would campaign afar
From bus to plane and coast to coast
But that the dread of being voted out
And retiring to obscurity where in the twitterverse
No hashtag bears our name, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear the ills we have
(At least until the midterms)?
Thus re-election doth make cowards of us all,
And so the fleeting flash of introspection
Is plastered o’er with the list of bills to pass
And the prospect of a local town-hall riot
With sighs must send impeachment thoughts away
To lose the name of action.