Posted on 07/30/2004 1:30:40 PM PDT by Congressman Billybob
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Democrats that day, The polls were down by two, with but one inning more to play.
And after Gephardt died at first, and John Dean did the same, A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of 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 Kerry could but get a whack at that. We'd put up even money now, with Kerry at the bat."
But Sharpton preceded Kerry, as did also Dennis K; and the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake.
So upon that stricken multitude, grim melancholy sat; for there seemed but little chance of Kerry getting to the bat.
But Al let drive a speech, to the wonderment of all. And Dennis, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball.
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred, there was Al safe at second and Dennis a-hugging third.
Then from five million throats and more there rose a lusty yell; it rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
it pounded through on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat; for Kerry, mighty Kerry, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Kerry's manner as he stepped into his place, there was pride in Kerry's bearing and a smile lit Kerry's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat, no stranger in the crowd could doubt t'was Kerry at the bat.
The nation's eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt. A million tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then, while the writhing President ground the ball into his hip, defiance flashed in Kerry's eye, a sneer curled Kerry's lip.
And now the first great issue came hurtling through the air, and Kerry stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped -- "That ain't my style," said Kerry.
"Strike one!" the pollsters said. From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar, like the beating of the storm waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! Kill the pollster!" shouted someone on the stand, and it's likely they'd have killed him had not Kerry raised his hand.
With a smile of Catholic (?) charity, great Kerry's visage shone, he stilled the rising tumult, he bade the game go on.
He signaled to the President, and once more an issue flew, but Casey still ignored it, and the pollster said, "Strike two!"
"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!" But one scornful look from Kerry and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain, and they knew that Kerry wouldn't let that ball go by again.
The sneer has fled from Kerry's lip, the teeth are clenched in hate. He pounds, with cruel violence, his chin upon the plate.
And now the President holds the ball, and now he lets it go, and now the air is shattered by the force of Kerry's blow.
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 little children shout,
but there is no joy for Democrats -- mighty Kerry has struck out.
as modified by John Armor, aka Congressman Billybob
I hope the person with the hamster poster graphic will put it here also.
Ditto, if you don't mind,
This is indeed a fabulous find.
John / Billybob
So it is written, so it is done.
Now we're gonna 'forward' and have some fun!
Stroke of genius. Nice job. No joy in Crudville.
John / Billybob
Brilliant
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