From Othello:
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war!
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Marble renter Donald single-handedly ruining prim GOP presidential hope with hateful quotes, gruff actions, and racist thralls cheering him.
We truly appreciate it, Mr. Firer.
In honor of Grant Wiggins.
From Troilus and Cressida:
And this neglection of degree it is
That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose
It hath to climb.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Grant Wiggins: if his white book be prescribed, compose authentically, teach, adapt to the data.
The first edition was white.
Inspired by recent discoveries…
From Love’s Labour’s Lost:
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Somerset Y-chromosome not even King Richard Three’s.
Cue the funk.
Bow-chicka-wow-wow…
From Julius Caesar:
And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf,
But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Hot-headed Republicans, who re-won the Senate, loathe any intolerable snub from the enemy.
An unrepentant Obama shows the order, risks a shutdown.
Oh, wow.
From Henry V:
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
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So, the GOP usurpers toss a mutiny, regain thin Senate lead.
Okay, fine. Let’s do this thing.
From The Two Gentlemen of Verona:
This weak impress of love is as a figure
Trenched in ice, which with an hour’s heat
Dissolves to water and doth lose his form.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
If she is listed, his challenge is she must pour ice water over her head or vow to donate cash.
Oh man, if this fad works, it wins.
For more information, visit the ALS Association website.
From As You Like It:
Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you:
I thought that all things had been savage here;
And therefore put I on the countenance
Of stern commandment.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Hey!
They happen to be in a forest, so you condemn gents as an agenda of smug entitlement rather than put them out a hand?
Check your privilege, Orlando.
I just did a Netflix search for Shakespeare. About half of the top results are Shakespeare movies; the other half of the results merely include words that look kind of like Shakespeare.
One entry on Page 2 deserves an anagram:
See Sharknado teed up?
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Not Shakespeare, dude.
From Hamlet:
I do not know
Why yet I live to say ‘This thing’s to do;’
Sith I have cause and will and strength and means
To do ’t.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Today, this oddest dilatory hiatus now ends.
Know I again shall devise witty things to vent on each month.
From Twelfth Night:
What great ones do the less will prattle of
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Was a selfie wrong? That protest led to hell.
