FEAR ITSELF, Secrets of the White House
    a farcical tragedy

First produced Off Broadway in NYC at Theater for the New City, December 2005–January 2006, directed by George Ferencz.  Cast included Ken Perlstein, Rene Anderson, Timothy Doyle, Joe Gioco, Eric Goss, Leslie Ann Hendricks, Jason Howard, Susan Patrick, Roland Sands and Jennie Vath.

Hilarious and harrowing... a politically radical take on international events. A play about how a cruelly dysfunctional family in the White House results in a cruelly dysfunctional national policy.  When the sadistic, dyslexic Emperor Butch, advised by his faithful dog Rover, and forever fearful of his Big Mommy, drops bombs on Arockandahardplace, Emperor Butch’s children, locked in the basement of the White House, are maimed and wounded.

GENERAL ATTORNEY SING-SING (a Southern drawl)
First, I want to offer my best condolences to our famous Emperor Butch and his beautiful Empress Mommy. I know how you’re feeling, Emperor Butch and Mommy.  Your little girl’s hurt.  But I say unto you, Sir, put your feelings behind you.  Right now.  It’s time to move on and do your duty.  The greatest emperors in the world flinched not in the face of duty.  Bravely ignoring their feelings, in the name of righteous revenge they did pillage and burn and torture and kill.  They did.  And now it’s your turn, Emperor Butch. Your turn to demonstrate your toughness to the world, to become part of this empire’s glory.  History will praise and uplift you to the heaven of everlasting fame, Emperor Butch, for girding up your powerful loins and battening down your iron guts to lead us forward into righteous battle against evil, lest our enemy think for one single solitary second he could attack us first. Our Father who art in heaven, the Lord God did command the slaughter of Jerusalem, saying, “Cut down the old men, the young men, the young women, and the little children – and the old women.  No peace for the wicked.  Cry aloud.  Spare not the rod.  Lift up your voice as a scourge.”  Thus did Our Father who art in Heaven, the Lord God, thus did he command: “I will turn my almighty hand against the little ones. So sound now the trumpets and march ye forth in the whirlwind.  For behold, I shall rise up like a shining scimitar and turn my sharp blade against those who threaten to rise up against me.  I shall execute vengeance upon the heathen for I am a destroying wind.  So make bright the arrows, gather the shields and prepare the ambush.  Babylon’s sins reek unto heaven!  Her plagues shall come, and punishments upon her people – death, mourning and famine, and she shall be utterly burned in fire!”