Intermission feature
A faithful reader has just informed La Cieca that, two weeks ago at the Met, during an intermission of La bohème, he saw Henry Kissinger, “flanked by two bodyguards twice his height and twelve times his weight.” Which led this reader to pose to you, cher public, the following trivia question:
“What makes Henry Kissinger unique of all visitors to the Met this season (other than, of course, that the rest of us aren’t unindicted war criminals whose Nobel Peace Prize, in the words of Tom Lehrer, made satire obsolete)?
Anyone else disgusted at seeing HK’s face as the first thing that pops up on Pareterre today? Couldn’t we get a picture of Beethoven instead?
I think because Christopher Hitchens declared fatwa on him in Slate a few days ago.
But we should have expected that the alla Turca bit in the last movement of the Ninth would piss Hitch off.
Every time I hear the name Kissinger, it has the unfortunate effect of making my brain convert “I wonder who’s kissing her now?” to “I wonder whose Kissinger now?” Bye the way, on what part of the body is the “now” located?
Well if he wants to re-write history he needs to sit in the orchestra and leave teh bodyguards out! He must give ample time too because the “right” type of Jew is really hard to come by these days, but with any luck decades of political positioning could be wiped-out and his own soul will rest peaceful and calm when he is finally beautified.