It’s the start of a new baseball season, so how could I not post this political knock-off of the immortal “Casey At The Bat?” I don’t believe the progressives in this version of the poem, however, are going to strike out this November the way Casey did…
Progressives At The Bat
It looked extremely rocky for progressives in D.C.,
The folks they’d long depended on to others bent a knee;
The White House rarely answered calls, the Senate had been cowed,
Tea party members ran the House, “We’ll make the rules,” they vowed.
But out there where the Beltway gang is rarely ever seen,
In countless places o’er the land where the living had gone mean;
The days of settling for a phrase, for promises unmet,
A spirit craving real change, these bad times did beget.
It flared up in Wisconsin, first with protests then recalls,
In inner cities gone to seed, in PA union halls;
Workers lacking pay boosts as their bosses comps got waxed,
Saw their benefits get chopped up, while the rich were under-taxed.
Yes in our nation’s capital they still ain’t quite caught on;
They still to Wall Street genuflect, buy the right’s self-serving yarn;
They don’t sense the awakening, ain’t twigged to where it’s at,
That progressives next election day will swing the big vote bat.
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