From A Midsummer Night’s Dream:
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind
Makes speed to catch the tiger: bootless speed,
When cowardice pursues and valour flies.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Paid fops chid Warren, cut off to divulge the King letter.
Nevertheless, she persisted.
Ah, she has now succeeded to a sublimer podium.
From Love’s Labour’s Lost:
What did the Russian whisper in your ear?
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Putin (hard): Iran war!
White House: Yes, sir! – D.
Civic protest can take many forms. Some choose to march. Others write letters and call their representatives. A few even organize members of their community to ignite collective activism.
But as far as I know, I’m the only one anagramming passages from Shakespeare into snide political commentary and posting it to the Internet.
And so, the struggle continues…
From Richard II:
Or if it be, ’tis with false sorrow’s eye,
Which for things true weeps things imaginary.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
I press your ire: Shifty thief tries to win a show fight with “Bowling Green Massacre.”
There’s just something about this play that lends itself well to quoting during these trying days.
From Macbeth:
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke;
It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
I can’t handle the outrages. It synchs worse and worse.
The needy White House id obeys Putin and a KKK baddie.
Today, I’m sending good thoughts out to the protesters in DC and around the country who are sending a powerful message that the voices of dissent cannot and will not be silenced.
From Macbeth:
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Check this:
Trump embodies misogyny.
It’s why women fight back.
From Richard II:
As dissolute as desperate; yet, through both,
I see some sparkles of a better hope,
Which elder days may happily bring forth.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Iran deal hedges? Obamacare posts possible? Let’s pray the freakish tragedy the Trump White House hotly forbodes is hype.
The United Kingdom has voted to leave the European Union. What might Shakespeare say?
From Cymbeline:
Our Britain seems as of it, but not in ’t
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
It’s best not to ruin from anti-EU bias.
From Richard III:
Woe to that land that’s govern’d by a child!
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
HC: Donald got a tenth bad TV reality show.
From Richard III:
Since you will buckle fortune on my back,
To bear her burden, whe’r I will or no,
I must have patience to endure the load
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
We’re unrelieved Ryan buckled and “without ambition” will become Speaker of the House.
But not our concern, Hillary.
From Measure for Measure:
Do you your office, or give up your place,
And you shall well be spar’d.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Davis, you loud bully, offer up a license or go. We pay you.
Preach, Lord!