Casey at the Bat

Bill Neinast

“Casey At The Bat” keeps popping up in my mind.  This classic poem written by Ernest Thayer in 1888 is eerily prophetic of the current political situation.

Just make a few substitutions and you have a ballad of today’s daily news.  Substitute the Democrat party for the patrons of the Mudville nine, Hillary Clinton for Casey, the Supreme Court (SCOTUS) for the pitcher, and our President for the umpire and you can repeat the ballad without pause.

Here, for example, is the fifth verse:

“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 Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.”

Now, back on the diamond.  His first pitch is approved by our President’s Executive Order barring immigration from five countries that foster terrorism.  

The ball crosses the plate waist high at dead center and zooms right by Casey.  “Strike one!” said the umpire.

“Kill him! Kill the Umpire!” shouted Casey’s fans.  In one voice they shouted that the pitch was way off center because it was obviously and definitely anti-Muslim.

The pitcher just smiles and lets fly another zinger that crosses the right corner of the plate.  This one prohibits collecting union fees from non members of public employee unions.

This pitch tears a hole in the money pockets of the Mudville nine, now known as the  Democrat party.  

Nonetheless, Casey just looks at the hurtling ball without a swing and the umpire shouts, “Strike two!” 

The stands erupt again with unprintable abuse of the umpire.  Casey, however, just smiles and says, “This is not my fault.  The Russians just slipped some strength enhancement drugs in the pitcher’s drink.”

Back on the mound, however, there is a change.  A much smaller pitcher is rubbing the ball in his mitt.  Then he lets fly a beautiful curve ball.   The curve is that a SCOTUS justice, the so-called swing voter—is retiring.

This wavering curve ball is so disconcerting that Casey just stares at it with blinking eyes as it pounds into the catcher’s mitt.

Three fingers go up on the umpire’s hand as he yells, “Strike Three!”

Then the fans go berserk. Now it is not, “Kill the Umpire!”  The screaming, instead, is that millions of people will lose their insurance and die. 

Now two of the irate fans crawl out of the stands.  They get on the field and turn to face and lead the swearing, crying, and obscene gesturing at the pitcher and umpire.  As their faces come into focus, they can be identified as a scowling Senator Chuck Schumer and belligerent Representative Nancy Pelosi.

These two whip the disgruntled fans into repeating over and over, “Women will become chattels.  Control of their bodies will revert to the government.  This is a guarantee to overturn Roe v. Wade.”

It is not fair, the fans claim, that this umpire gets to appoint two justices of SCOTUS.  We must wait until a socialist running as a Democrat is elected to the White House.  Then the country can get a SOTUS willing to rewrite the Constitution.

So here’s the perspective.   

Democrats should take to heart the last stanza of Thayer’s ballad.  Sing it slow and low.  Here it is: 

“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 Mudville - mighty Casey has struck out.”

They then should quietly concentrate on why Casey really struck out and abandon the canard that the election was stolen by the interference of a foreign power. 



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