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March 06, 2010
Obama at the Bat
The Outlook wasn't brilliant for Leftyville that day:
The health care plan was muddled, with but one press conference more to play.
And then when the job approval numbers died, and personal popularity did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the progressives in the game.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, if only Obama could get but a whack at that -
We'd put up even money, now, with Obama at the bat.
Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Obama, mighty Obama, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Obama's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Obama's bearing and a smile on Obama's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No s tranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Obama at the bat.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he smeared his opponents with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he rolled the sleeves up on his shirt.
Then while a cringing reporter lobbed a question from his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Obama's eye, a sneer curled Obama's lip.
For when the stimulus bill came hurtling through the air,
Obama stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Right by the sturdy President the bill unheeded sped-
"That's just my style," said Obama. "Strike one," the people said.
With a smile of Christian charity great Obama's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the congress, and the cap and trade bill flew;
And Obama heartily supported it, and the people said, "Strike two."
"Soci alism" cried the maddened conservatives, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Obama and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Obama might get his way again.
The sneer is gone from Obama's lip, he rises to his station;
About to deliver a stirring press conference to a waiting nation.
And now the teleprompter is on, and now he unleashes his volley,
And now the lofty illusions are shattered by the force of his own folly.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Leftyville - mighty Obama has struck out.
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Wild Thing's comment.......
This is awesome!! I love it!
Posted by Wild Thing at March 6, 2010 04:55 AM
Comments
That's great!!
Posted by: BobF at March 6, 2010 09:56 AM
Outstanding!!!
Posted by: Jack at March 6, 2010 11:54 AM
This is so fitting it smacks of irony. Casey at the bat was written by Albert Thayer in 1886, first published in 1888 then republished in NY times under Anon. Just like the Times not to give any credit.
Whats amazing the original was published in 1888 in the San Francisco Chronicle, that was recently purchased by George Hearst. He needed a vehicle to introduce his brand of politics, Progressism. When he was elected to the State Senate he gave the paper to his son William Randolf Hearst. Who was also a progressive. And everybody should be familiar with the Granddaughter, Patricia Hearst and the notorious bank robbery, 1976, with the SLA(Simbianese Liberation Army).
How ironic this ode to Casey is used to describe Obama's demise. This should be worthy of a pulitzer, after all if obama got the Nobel for Nothing then this rates at least a Pulitzer.
Posted by: Mark at March 6, 2010 12:13 PM
I am so glad you all like it too. I thought it was really well done.
Mark, thank you for the information. I agree too about the Pulitzer.
Posted by: Wild Thing at March 6, 2010 07:35 PM
