From Richard III:
And is it thus? Repays he my deep service
With such contempt? Made I him king for this?
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Trump’s mad they think the timing which he fired Comey raises deep vast suspicion.
President Trump says he “thought it would be easier.” Who knew?
From Henry IV, Part Two:
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
He wants a recount. Yeah, weasel, it’s hard.
Happy April Fools’ Day!
This week’s anagram comes from Touchstone, one of Shakespeare’s wittiest fools.
From As You Like It:
Why, thou sayest well. I do now remember a saying, ‘The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.’
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
This day is a known hot web full of lies, not only by our leader whose egotism makes him tweet his whims of hate on the Web.
Lacking the necessary votes, the Republicans have pulled their health care bill from the House floor.
It’s hard to tell what the future will bring, but Paul Ryan seems to be backing off for now.
From Macbeth:
Throw physic to the dogs; I’ll none of it.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Hit the core GOP, shot down in its folly.
From Richard II:
Four lagging winters and four wanton springs
End in a word: such is the breath of kings.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
We learn to get through this sordid windbag in office, sprung on us sans frank warning.
From Othello:
I have told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again, I hate the Moor: my cause is hearted: thine hath no less reason. Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
The lie: conservatives joining here don’t care about managing the health insurance fee. It’s an inane move to undo the last leader’s signature idea. They loathe him, eh?
Now, President Trump is making baseless claims via Twitter about President Obama wiretapping his phones during the election. This is just completely unhinged. And I continue to anagram as Rome burns…
From Henry VI, Part One:
Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age
And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Aw, fanatical DT tweets again – without hard evidence – Obama listened to him chat.
The Trump White House blocked several news outlets from attending a press briefing yesterday. The banned outlets included CNN and The New York Times. Notably, reporters from Time and AP, who were invited to attend, declined to do so.
This is the kind of move dictators use to secure their power. But if you’re not a dictator, it’s the kind of move that can backfire on you fiercely.
From Richard II:
O! if you rear this house against this house,
It will the woefullest division prove
That ever fell upon this cursed earth.
Prevent it, resist it, let it not be so,
Lest child, child’s children, cry against you ‘woe!’
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
The little negotiator-in-chief’s cruel lie did deride this TV outlet here, but has lost his only value with the press: access. Now, they can vividly report up on his Russia ties, without fear of losing it.
Loser!
From Twelfth Night:
As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, “That that is is.”
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
At his unhinged fake press conference took to brag, Trump lied away, distorting to validate his vanity with hate.