Posted at the Google classical recordings group I belong to:

L’OBAMA, OSSIA L’AVVENTO DEL MESSIA
(Opera in Tre Atti)
Personaggi
Barracco Obama, Il Messia, Redentore del Mondo………….…Tenore Miracoloso
Santa Micaela della Revoluzione, sua sposa…………………….Soprano Amaro
Giovanni Maccheno, Senatore, Avversario dello Obama……….Basso Buffo
Sara Palino, Governatrice del Alaska e Reginetta di
Bellezza…..Coloratura Buffa
Guglielmo Priapo, Ex-Presidente………………………………..Tenore Mentitore
Hillaria, sua Sposa, altra Avversaria dello Obama ……..………Soprano Ambizioso
Elena Tomasso, una strega………………………………..…….Contralto Venenoso
Giuseppe Bideno, “Il Pomposo”………………………………..Tenore Buffo
Il Spirito di Giorgio Secondo, L‘Abominazione …....………….Baritono Cattivo
Il Spirito di Ruscio Limbago, Bocca Grande…………….…...…Basso Noioso
Jeremia Ritto, un uomo pazzo, pastore dello Obama…..……….Basso Demagogico
Guglielmo Ayers, terroristo Americano, amico dello Obama….Tenore
Anarchico
Un Sempliciotto………….……………………………………...Tenore Profetica
Il Popolo, La Media Elite, Il Mondo, Il Congresso, Terroristi.
ATTO PRIMO
La Piazza del Cattedrale di Washington.
It is the day after the election. Outside the Washington Cathedral, the
People and La Media Elite celebrate the victory of Barracco Obama over
his adversary, Giovanni Maccheno (Coro: “Esultate! Il Messia è
venuto!”). The World enters and joins The People in their celebration,
singing their own chorus rejoicing in the fact that Obama’s election
will hasten the demise of American power and influence (“America è in
debolezza, evviva!”) The two choruses swell and merge in a powerful
contrapuntal choral episode. As the chorus reaches its climax, trumpets
herald the arrival of Lord Obama the Most Merciful, who enters with his
wife, Santa Micaela della Revoluzione and his retinue. The crowd
becomes frenzied, with some falling in a swoon (“Obama! Obama! Redentore
del Mondo! Io manco!”). Obama heals two lepers and resurrects the dead
daughter of a Washington policeman. He then addresses the crowd (“Nel
posar sul mio capo la corona”). At the sound of his voice, the crowd
falls silent, gazing up at him with adoring, vacant expressions. In an
eloquent aria, Obama promises that the dark days of the Tyrant, Giorgio
Secondo, are over (“Dopo si lunga notte”) and a new Golden Age will dawn
for the world under his rule (“Un siglo d’oro è venuto”): the economy
shall heal, America’s enemies shall beat their bomb jackets into
plowshares, the lame shall walk, there will be a chicken in every pot,
the whole world shall have universal health care, all the prisoners in
Guantanamo Bay will be released, and planes shall arrive and take off on
schedule. Each stanza of this great aria is punctuated by the chorus
(“Ohmmm! Salvatore!”) At its conclusion, Obama invites The People and
The World to a celebration at which he will personally change the water
into wine and feed the guests with seven croissants and five grande
lattes. He enters the cathedral for his coronation, followed by the
crowd.
From the right, Giovanni Maccheno and Sara Palino enter the deserted
piazza. Giovanni laments his loss of the election to Barracco Obama (“O
mia vergogna!”). In a rambling, boring monologue sung in a monotone, he
recites his brave history on the battlefield (“Si, fui soldato!”) and
wonders why this was not enough to get him elected 30 years later. In a
lilting refrain (“Tu sei troppo vecchio”), Sara Palino suggests that it
might be because he’s a worn-out old has-been with the excitement level
of a rusty AAA battery. She reminds him of her own qualifications for
Vice-President (“Può vedere Russia dalla mia casa”) and what a help she
has been to him. To cheer him up, the perky Sara launches into one of
the best known arias in the score, the brilliant coloratura Polonaise
“Io son Regina di Bellezza,” in which she sings of her experience as a
beauty pageant contestant. But Giovanni is inconsolable: in a touching
duet, he and Sara lament how they will now have to go wandering across
the country, begging for speaking engagements (“Andrem raminghi è
poveri”). Suddenly Giovanni hears someone approaching (“Ohimé,
s’appressa alcun!”) and he and Sara hide behind a column.
From the left enter former President Guglielmo Priapo and his termagant
wife, Hillaria. Hillaria is furious over her defeat at the hands of
L’Obama in the primaries. In a passionate outburst ranging up to a
shrill, wobbly high C, she rages that the Prize was within her grasp (“È
mio! È tutto mio!”), but she was betrayed by La Media Elite who
abandoned her for un altro amore. Must she live to see this upstart
novice on the throne while she languishes in boring Senate Committee
meetings? Is it for this that she has suffered public humiliation and
eaten shit sandwiches served by her husband for the past 35 years? No,
it is too much! (È troppo! non reggo! soffoco!”) Gugliemo counsels
patience: her day will come, and L’Obama will overreach himself. He
tells Hillaria that he has a plan to get them both back in la Casa
Bianca, where she can rule while he chases interns. Just then he spots
Giovanni and Sara off to the side, and he begins to make a move on Sara.
He tells her she is a real babe, and this develops into the famous
Quartet, “Bella figlia dell’Alaska:” Guglielmo tries to grope Sara;
Sara tells him a joke about lipstick on pitbulls; Hillaria sings that
her day of vengeance will come; and Guglielmo stutters, in repetitive
phrases, how Obama will raise everyone’s taxes and endanger national
security.
When the Quartet ends, the crowd surges out of the cathedral,
proclaiming the new Messiah, followed by L’Obama in full regalia. A
powerful concluding ensemble ensues: The People, the World and La Media
Elite acclaim L’Obama;
Barracco heals a lame man and exults in his new power; Giovanni Maccheno
whines about the ingratitude of the American People while Sara Palino
practices her baton twirling; Guglielmo plans that evening’s rendezvous
with his new cutie, while Hillaria plots her comeback. Unnoticed in the
background, a small group of Islamic terrorists rejoice in Obama’s
election. Everyone then exits to follow Obama to the Reflecting Pool
which he will walk on down the Mall to meet Il Congresso at Il Capitole.
The piazza is deserted and silent once more. Now enters the Simpleton,
a crazy homeless man pushing a shopping cart filled with old newspapers.
He sings a keening lament, weeping for the Motherland and the bitter
years that lie ahead.
Cada il sipario lentamente.
ATTO SECONDO
Scena Primo: L’Offizia di Hillaria nel Capitole.
Hillaria is meeting with Guglielmo Priapo. She berates him for avoiding
her and doing nothing to bring her any closer to la Casa Bianca (“Perché
mi sfuggi?”) Two years have past, and she is still sitting in
interminable Committee meetings and having to pretend that she wants
Obama to succeed! When is Guglielmo going to stop porking her pages and
do something? Guglielmo replies that the two years have not exactly
been wasted (“Deh, pensate!”): the hated, deposed Giorgio Secondo is
dead, having been torn limb from limb by grieving war widows, mothers
and children while he was giving a speech to a veteran’s organization.
Things have been going badly for Lord Obama as well, and Il Popolo are
getting restless. The opportunity is ripening. And as an additional
bonus, Ruscio Limbago has been driven from the airwaves by the revival
of the Fairness Doctrine, which Obama has used to silence all effective
opposition to him on radio and television. With no outlet for his hot
air, Limbago floated off somewhere like an untethered balloon into the
ether, presumably to his death. But Hillaria is not to be deterred:
when is Guglielmo going to do something? (“Basta di parlare! Azione io
voglio!”) Guglielmo responds that he has done something: since Hillaria
wants to know the future, he has arranged for the ancient Washington
hag, Elena Tomasso, to visit Hillaria that very afternoon and tell her
the future. Just at that moment, there is a knock on the door.
Guglielmo leaves and Elena Tomasso enters, a hideous old woman with a
tongue that drips poison.
Hillaria demands to know what the future holds for her (“Parlami dal
futuro!”). In the impressive aria, “Re dell’abisso,” Tomasso summons
the spirit of Giorgio Secondo. His horrible visage rises from the
floor, with bloody hands holding his very small brain. Giorgio demands
to know who has summoned him and bemoans his fate in the afterlife (“Mal
per me!”): condemned to be waterboarded eternally while his entrails are
unwound and used to re-fence the ranch in Crawford. Hillaria demands to
know her future (“Dimmi, o spirito!”). Giorgio replies in sepulchral
tones that she has to ask one more powerful than him. To her horror, he
summons the spirit of Ruscio Limbago, a disembodied fat head with a
mouth twice normal size. In an eerie prophecy (“O Hillaria, Hillaria,
Hillaria!”) Limbago tells Hillaria that she will be L’Obama’s successor,
and that his days are numbered, but that her reign will be as
scandal-plagued as was her husband’s, she will accomplish nothing of
note, and she will die the same frustrated, bitter woman that she is.
Hillaria, elated by the first part of the prophecy (“O lieto augurio!”),
fails to hear the second part. Elena gives Hillaria a magic dagger,
which she is to plunge into Obama’s back when the opportunity presents
itself. In an exultant cabaletta, Hillaria rejoices with the dagger
(“O, acciar!”), while in pertichini Elena Tomasso mutters that this
woman is nuts (“È una pazzarella!”) and that she wants to stay as far
away from her as possible.
Scena Secondo: L’Offiza Ovale nella Casa Bianca.
The Secretary of Education, Guglielmo Ayers, and Jeremia Ritto, the
Commissar of Culture and Obama’s spiritual advisor, are discussing the
state of the administration. Ayers asks where Lord Obama is (“Obama
d’ové?). Ritto replies that he is returning from his daily walk on the
Potomac but that he has been delayed by having to drive some demons out
of a herd of swine. Ayers notes that conditions in the country have
been worsening and the people will soon be ready for The Revolution. In
a buffo duet (“Un segreto d’importanza”), Ayers sings of his secret plan
to radicalize kindergartners, while Ritto keeps up a steady contrapuntal
patter of “God Damn America!”
Lord Obama enters and after kissing his ring, Ritto and Ayers leave.
Obama is in a foul mood, and he curses a rubber plant which promptly
withers. Obama slumps at his desk and in the powerful monologue, “I
have attained supreme
power,” he laments how his dreams and hopes have turned sour. The
economy has worsened, and famine stalks the land. A new terrorist
attack has killed thousands, led by a jihadist Obama ordered released
from Gitmo because his constitutional rights were being violated. The
disillusioned, disappointed People are starting to curse his name, and
lewd graffiti about Micaela has started to appear in the subways. He
starts to pray for guidance (“Gran Dio, soccorrimi!”) but stops when he
remembers that religious activity of any kind on Federal property is now
a criminal offense. He launches into a tuneful arietta about the
futility of life, “Ho bastante di niente.” Micaela enters and begins to
nag Obama about his failure to turn American into a Worker’s Paradise
(“La revoluzione dov’é?”) Seeing his glum mood, she tries to cheer him
up (“Mio caro sposino”) and urges him to announce a new initiative at
the upcoming State of the Union address. Encouraged by Micaela’s words,
Obama joins her in an exultant duet (“Ora di gloria s’appressa!) as the
curtain falls.
ATTO TERZO
Il Capitole: la Camera della Casa dei Rappresentativi.
The Chamber is divided into two groups: I Repubblicani on one side, and
I Democrati on the other. This is the famous “Coro dei Partisani” - the
Repubblicani sing how, after four years in the minority, they are
nothing but a bunch of impotent weasels (“Sono donnole impotente). The
Democrati mock the Repubblicani for not even being able to sustain a
filibuster (“Ha! Ha! Ha! Non hanno di 40!”) Up on the dais, the
Parlatrice della Casa dei Rappresentativi, Nana Pelosi, and the
Vice-President, Giovanni Bideno sit on their thrones. Nana Pelosi trills
happily, while Giovanni Biden can only grunt (“Hmpf! Hmpf! Hmpf!”)
because after two years of progressively embarrassing gaffes, his foot
is by now permanently implanted in his mouth. Giovanni Maccheno enters
and sits with I Repubblicani, immediately putting the Senators on either
side of him to sleep. Sara Palino sits in the balcony, primping for the
cameras and doing her nails.
Lord Obama enters the chamber and the politicians crowd around him
sycophantically. A woman touches the hem of his robe and is healed of an
issue of blood. He progresses solemnly to the dais and begins his speech
(“Ascoltami, Congresso!”). But no sooner has he begun to speak than the
distant angry murmur of a crowd is heard approaching. The members of
Congress all start in alarm (“Quai gridi!”). One of the Capitol police
enters and announces, in frightened tones, that Il Popolo are
approaching in an angry mob with scythes and pitchforks. L’Obama orders
them to be admitted, and the mob rushes in (“Vendetta! Strage!
Sterminio!”). They’ve had enough of two years of disappointment, failure
and betrayal, and they want Real Change (“Vero cangia vogliamo!”)
Jeremia Ritto rushes around crazily, shouting “God Damn America!”
L’Obama rebukes the crowd for its behaviour (“Quest’è dunque del Popolo
la voce?”): didn’t they just acclaim him as their Salvatore two years
before? Fistfights break out between the Repubblicani and the Democrati.
In an impassioned plea, Obama calls for peace (“Plebe! Patrizi!
Popolo!”) Moved by his appeal, Il Popolo and Il Congresso quiet down.
But just as L’Obama resumes his speech, a cry is heard (“Guarda nel
balcone!”): Sara Palino has begun twirling flaming batons in the Gallery
while singing an inane coloratura ditty (“Belle fiamme”). While all
attention is focused on Sara, Hillaria dashes up to the dais and plunges
the dagger into Obama’s back (“Quest’è il bacio di Hillaria”). When
attention returns to the front, everyone sees Hillaria standing where
L’Obama was, rejoicing in her new-found power (“Salgo giä nel
Presidencia aurata!”) As everyone proclaims the new queen (“Regina tu
sei!”), Sara Palino remarks on how her and Hillaria’s plan worked after
all, and announces that her agreed-upon reward is that in the new
administration, she will be Secretary of State so that she can get some
foreign policy experience for her Presidential run in 2012. The crowd
reacts ("Orror! Orror! Orror!").
Cada il sipario rapidamente.
Bob Harper

http://www.thebellforum.com/showthread.php?p=366136#poststop

This is an offering from our old friend Eats, 11/08. I wanna see this.