Alas! I can’t seem to muster up any more modern interpretations of famous soliloquies as I have done in the past. Fortunately, I have Ron for that. Actually, he does parodies and here is one. First the original from Hamlet.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning?

Now we have Ron’s version updated and applied to Obungler.

Epilogue: An unmarked grave in a lonely Potter’s Field. Leroy picks up a skull and says to Roscoe:

At last! Smug Barack. They slew him, eventually. A Mullah
And narcissist pest, of most arrogant whimsy. He hath
Bored me with his voice a thousand times; and now, how
Comforting in my imagination it is! My mind sings at
It. Here hung those lips that have lied I know
Not how oft. Where be your guiles now? Your
Promises? Your myths? Your rumbles of racism,
That once set the brothahs on a tear? Not one
Now, to criticize Bush?

Speaking of criticizing Bush, Obumbler is now blaming ISIS, yannow the ISIS he once referred to as the “junior varsity”, on Bush. The statute of limitations never runs out on blaming Bush for anything. Just wait, the next Dimocrat president will blame any failures of Obummercare on Bush.