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diaryland: sirilyan.diaryland.com: entry for 2001-05-01 (22:28)
In which our plucky young hero is Gilbert and Sullivan all rolled into one.

I'm working on a musical, kids.

It's going to be the most political piece of musical theater to hit Broadway in years, about a young, naive linguist who becomes disillusioned with the government and the media-industrial complex that supports it.

My working title is **Chomsky** (yes, including the asterisks).

Here's a sample:

(It's a typical American city on a typical American day. People in grey business attire walk around in the background. CHOMSKY enters, wearing a bright blue shirt and red pants and suspenders. He's reading a newspaper. The big headline on the paper: EVERYTHING HUNKY-DORY IN AMERICA. He begins singing, and the people in the background act as a chorus, at first quietly but then louder and louder:)

I used to be very content
[chorus: content! content!]
With Uncle Sam's manufactured consent
[chorus: consent! consent!]
But that was before I discovered
[chorus: what'd you learn?]
A little place called Nicaragua!
[chorus: Ni-ca-ra-gua....]
[Chomsky throws away the newspaper and begins tapdancing]

Pretty good, huh?

And just you wait until I finish the show-stopping ballad: Don't Cry For Me, Sandinistas. There won't be a dry eye in the house, I swear.

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