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The Ashcroft Follies
ACT I As our musical begins, it is the year 2000 and our “hero” is facing his darkest hour. Defeated in his bid for reelection by the deceased Mel Carnahan, John Ashcroft’s political life lies in ruins and his future looks bleak. But fate is about to take a hand. Summoned to Texas, Ashcroft glumly enters the front door of George W. Bush’s ranch house. To his surprise, waiting inside is the entire membership of Bush’s world famous disco band — George and the Ws.
Bush himself is decked out in an Uncle Sam costume, while the Ws — six long-legged beauties — are sporting red, white and blue micro-miniskirts with halter tops. They begin to sing: IT”S FUN TO BE THE ATTORNEY GENERAL Johnny, there’s no need to feel down. Johnny, I found you a spot. It’s fun to be the ATTORNEY GENERAL. You can avenge your enemies eye for an eye, It’s fun to be the ATTORNEY GENERAL. You can anoint yourself, in fine vegetable oil, Johnny, you are just what I need. You won’t be there all by yourself. It’s fun to be the ATTORNEY GENERAL. * * *
Sadly, even as he receives this wonderful news, Ashcroft’s problems are only just beginning. As his confirmation hearing approaches, a number of Democratic senators have the audacity to suggest that he may be unsuited to the office of attorney general merely because his political philosophy is eerily reminiscent of that of Benito Mussolini. The tawdry partisanship reflected by such petty concerns is quickly noted by the unbiased punditry of such journalistic giants as Fox News. Still, it presents Ashcroft with a practical problem. His solution, as brilliant as it is deceptive, is to reinvent himself as a moderate. Thus, in his testimony before the Judiciary Committee, seldom is heard a right-leaning word. “I well understand that the role of the attorney general is to enforce the law as it is, not as I would have it,” he assures his former colleagues. But later, in a private meeting with the Republican caucus, he lets his conservative pride show and breaks into song: THERE”S NO WING LIKE THE RIGHT WING There’s no wing like the right wing There’s no people like right wing people. [At this point the entire Republican caucus stands and joins in the rousing concluding verse]
Let’s go back to 1901! * * *
Confirmed by a narrow margin, Ashcroft is soon on the job at the Justice Department, fighting to make the world safe for the NRA. Then, on Sept. 11, everything, as they say, changes. Suddenly, he finds himself at the very center of the storm — a general in the war on terrorism. Naturally, his first order of business is to move to silence all opposition.
Gaveling the hearing of the Senate Judiciary Committee to order, the chairman invites the attorney general to make his opening remarks. Ashcroft begins to sing, as everyone else in the room sways from side to side in time with the music: WHAT YOUR GOVERNMENT NEEDS IS LOVE What your government needs now What your government needs now People, we don’t need What your government needs now People, who scare What your government needs now . . . (continue through the refrain). * * *
A few months later, the progressive caucus holds a secret meeting deep within the bowels of the Capitol building. The topic is John Ashcroft. “He’s starting to scare the hell out of me,” whispers one of the congressmen. “He seems to have no respect at all for civil liberties.” “Starting to?” one of the two senators present interrupts. “He’s always scared the heebie-jeebies out of me. Does everyone else feel the same way?” “I’ll tell you how I feel,” one handsome young congressman announces in a loud voice: JOHN ASHCROFT IS A BULLDOG John Ashcroft is a bulldog God save the world John thinks he is the king of the world God save the world * * *
But there is a very different outlook among Ashcroft’s inner circle. As it happens, at this very moment he’s being honored by the ultraconservative legal fraternity The Federalist Society. For the musical climax, Kenneth Starr, the former Clinton special prosecutor, leads the gathering in a rousing tribute to the attorney general: GOD BLESS JOHN ASHCROFT
While terrorists plotted from across the sea, God bless John Ashcroft * * *
As the show ends, Ashcroft, dressed in full military garb, walks onto the stage and declares: “All of these people have been designated as enemy combatants by the president.” The actors are quickly rounded up and whisked away in five black cars, leaving an empty stage. The curtain falls to thunderous applause. THE END P o p F o r u m Steven C. Day is an attorney practicing in Wichita, Kansas. His previous columns can be found here. Related Sites |




