Selling my soul to the Devil

 Moderately successful New York, Jewish, Liberal, Lawyer disavows all that he finds holy and becomes an icon the tea partiers as a vehicle to success. (Selling my soul to the devil).

Ever since the day that I realized that my two dreams, 1) Playing for the Yankees; 2) Becoming Atticus Finch would never happen, I wanted to become a satirist, A male Dorothy Parker, A modern day James Thurber.   So I started to write. First for myself and then for a limited audience.

I wrote a lot of stories, all of which I warehoused.   Always thinking that someday they could be taken out of mothballs, updated and published.

As the dream dwindled, the enjoyment did not.  My friends and family were kind enough to keep encouraging me, so anytime I thought that something was absurd, I added to the absurdity.

Then one day, about a month ago, one of my pieces was discovered by an “on-line” satire magazine.  Since then I’ve been writing every day.  Sometimes, when appropriate I go into my warehouse.  The editors at “The Global Edition.” help me clean it up and guide me to making it like a news piece.   I have no journalism experience.

On October 6, 2012, I went into my warehouse.  I retrieved a piece that I had written in October, 2010 about the upcoming Republican takeover of the House of Representatives.  It was a piece about Liberals escaping to Canada to avoid the oncoming right wing onslaught.   I updated it and it was published.

I liked this piece, but didn’t think that it was any better than some other pieces that I had written.   I also didn’t think that anybody could interpret this as anything but satire.

As of this morning, it’s got 37,000 hits on the internet.  15,000 since Saturday.   So who is reading this?   The far right wing.   Not the far right with a highly developed sense of humor, like William F. Buckley had, but the Limbaugh worshipers.    The comments are filled with hate for Liberals.

I’m sometimes tempted to answer these comments and say, “Hey, did you know that the a\author of this piece is a New York, Jewish, Left Wing, Attorney?”  Common sense takes over and I don’t respond.

So at 56, do I continue to write satire, that I think will appeal to progressives, or do I sell my soul to the Devil, disavow all that I find holy and capture an uncharted market, Conservative satire?