Political Musical

I had the craziest dream last night...about Condi Rice of all people. She was going in and out of limos, and finally, it was revealed that she has a child and a wife. Her child was an adoptee from Africa, and her wife was a gorgeous, 200 pound BBW from Haiti. The wife wore a cute blue and green wrap and had her hair up in a scarf, the daughter was in british school girl clothes and actually looked more Lebanese than African, and Condi looked like Condi. And the kicker: It was a musical! And they were singing in rhyme and everything-- about war, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and love.

I don't know: should I write a musical about a black lesbian secretary of state and her family? It might be fun...