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.
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.”
In this October 2016 TED talk, Shakespearean actor and educator Rob Crisell makes a passionate argument for Shakespeare, for teaching Shakespeare, and for teaching Shakespeare through performance. Whether you’re already with him on these three points or not, it’s well worth checking out:
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.