Hatch Children at Pearl Street Mall in 1997
I have spent the past few months debating in my own mind whether or not to come back. Over my Blogging career I have quit several times…mostly during times of angst when it felt like the stakes for me and my family were too high.
But this time, yeah I admit it, I have been in a political funk.
A couple months of No Blogging was my ticket to peace of mind after the most mind bending election ever (and I thought a second Clinton term was about as bad as it could get!)
I have decided that if I feel like commenting or sharing something on my Blog, I will, but I don’t have any illusions about how the next few years are going to go. The American Voters, especially women, are going to experience the most intense buyers remorse of their lives!
The day after the election I read these words on Rush Limbaughs Web Site:
In a Nation of Children, Santa Claus Wins.
Since the day of the election in early November I have read hundreds of hours of political analysis, but I did not have the heart to blog about it.
I chose instead to focus on the holidays and sharing a wonderful final few weeks with my son Jeff before he takes off for South America to serve his LDS mission. Paul and I enjoyed one of the most sacred days of our marriage a few weeks ago when we took him to the same Temple in St George Utah where we were married and escorted him through the endowment for the first time. Jeff has since been doing a weekly shift in the baptistry at the Temple and has been helping to homeschool Ben.
(For a great read on Temples check out Michelle Lehnardts Blog Scenes from the wild to learn more about this amazing endowment for our young LDS sons and daughters who are preparing for missionary service. Michelle is my favorite mom blogger on the web.)
He also picked up the part of Bundles in our community production of Annie that I auditioned for last August and he and I have spent many happy hours rehearsing with a dynamic and talented group of actors in our community.
Last saturday night we choreographed the final song in the show, A New Deal for Christmas, which is a political ode to FDR’s Big Government programs.
I was amazed that right in the text of the script it suggests that FDR stand at the head of a fake sleigh and the orphans stand in front as if they are Reindeer and while the president shouts out the names of the men in his cabinet, he is supposed to crack an imaginary whip, mimicking Santa Claus calling out to his Reindeer.
It dawned on me right then that Rush had nailed it with his analysis.
I guess the question must be asked, why would I as a politically aware mother with a certain warped need to share my musical theatre talents audition for a show that is so unapoligetically left of center in its celebration of an economically failed political policy?
I suppose the short answer is that if I were to only audition for purely free market type shows, I would not perform much because so much of Broadway is tinged with leftism, that actors are hard pressed to find politically pure pro capitalist fare.
I also saw the traveling show in Detroit when I was a young girl and spent my childhood singing and performing the show in a variety of venues. Then when I was seventeen I choreographed a medley of songs from Annie and taught it to fifty young mormon girls to perform in our stakes Dance Festival in 1985.
I love certain songs and was thrilled to be cast as understudy for Ms. Hannigan. As I have practiced my parts and re learned the songs, a strong sense of the familiar and upbeat message of the show that Government can step in and fix Depressions, Homelessness, Hunger, and provide Billionaire Daddies to cute little orphaned girls is definitely an easy sell to theatre goers hungry for anything that provides escape from current reality.
The show is cute, has some morality in the sense that the theives and liars get caught, and who can resist a whole passel of young hoofers singing and dancing about A New Deal that will usher in the age of Unicorns and Rainbows?
As for me? I look at participation in this show as an opportunty to hone my craft while attempting not to choke on the words of the songs that have portrayed a Marxist Fraud like FDR as Santa Clause for the past forty years.
I read somewhere that the producers of this show were so thrilled with Jimmy Carters election in the early seventies that they felt the need to write a celebratory musical for the sense of optimism and hope that Carters Presidency manifested in their hearts.
They obviously did not write the show during the final years of his pathetic reign over America.
Iowahawk, my favorite political blogger and a must read on Twitter “Coined” (sorry for the pun) the perfect title for the Musical to be written fifty years hence in a Twitterfeed he started a few days ago.
The Twitter Hash Tag #SaveUsMagicCoin contains some hilarious commentary and spoofs the Progressives Delusions about how to fix the Economy.
I would like to officially volunteer to write the Musical that will be the Anti-Annie in the years to come.
We could also title it “Hayeks Revenge”, or “Atlas is Still Shrugging”, or even “Sorry Virginia Santa Claus is really and truly DEAD!”