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Mon Jun 29, 2020, 01:25 PM

About ...."Older Voters"...& what we view...

When you have seen the "old show" over and over and it is a ..... puke show...
........Then it is time for a change.. This isn't rocket science..This is watching an awful movie & we
........walk out..I've done that, & most have done that..or shut the TV off... That show is ..AWFUL..& IT
makes you feel lousy, bad, sick, vomit ..etc...

.Us older voters have seen enough. Trump is a liar, bully, con man, sicko, fucker, awful person...etc

...Yes, this is Democratic Underground, but us "Older Voters".. have seen enough. We have story after story of life long republicans who will vote for Biden this one time.

...............Trump is an embarrassment to all of us.................the entire world
.................This latest story is the end...........Mighty Casey has struck out. *

..*...Last line of a short story/poem..."Casey at the Bat.." written by, Ernest Thayer in June, 1888
.........first published in ...The San Francisco Examiner -hit the link below for more information & the
entire poem/ short story:


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Stuart G Jun 2020 OP
jls4561 Jun 2020 #1
Stuart G Jun 2020 #3
jls4561 Jun 2020 #4
katmondoo Jun 2020 #2
Hortensis Jun 2020 #5

Response to Stuart G (Original post)

Mon Jun 29, 2020, 01:46 PM

1. Trumpey at the Ramp

The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Trumper nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
And then when Miller died at first, and Esper 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 the hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, "If only Trumpey could but get a whack at that—
We'd put up even money now, with Trumpey at the bat."

But Barr preceded Casey, as did also Jared 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 Trumpey getting to the bat.

But Barf let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Jared, the much despisèd, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
There was Jared safe at second and Barf a-hugging third.

Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Trumpey, mighty Trumpey, was advancing to the bat.

There was sleaze in Trumpey's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was (white) pride in Trumpey's bearing and a smile lit Trumpey's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Trumpey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt;
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance flashed in Trumpey's eye, a sneer curled Trumpey's lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Trumpey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped—
"That ain't my style," said Trumpey. "Strike one!" the umpire said.

From the benches, (with no) 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 umpire!" shouted someone on the stand;
And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Trumpey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Trumpey's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew;
But Trumpey still ignored it and the umpire said, "Strike two!"

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!"
But one scornful look from Trumpey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Trumpey wouldn't let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Trumpey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate,
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate;
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favoured 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 Trumpey has flamed out.

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Response to jls4561 (Reply #1)

Mon Jun 29, 2020, 01:49 PM

3. Well done..,,,Did you write this?...This one is outstanding too, as is.... Casey at the Bat

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Response to Stuart G (Reply #3)

Mon Jun 29, 2020, 02:07 PM

4. Of course not. I just changed a few things.

I really miss baseball.

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Response to Stuart G (Original post)

Mon Jun 29, 2020, 01:48 PM

2. If you are old and a woman you lived through a lot of injustices just because you were female.

The 1950's and 60's were a terrible time for young women especially if not married or divorced.

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Response to katmondoo (Reply #2)

Mon Jun 29, 2020, 02:27 PM

5. The vast majority of us didn't experience it as terrible, though.

Only really bad (really bad!) for those with fine aspirations that were blocked. My MIL died proud that in this era she'd been the first woman theater manager in the nation who was allowed to contract with the big studios to show their first-run movies -- contracted under her own name, not some male fronting for her.

I made $0.13/hr as a waitress plus (good) tips and wasn't legally able under NV state law to work overtime (excuse that it encouraged overworking underpaid females), but we were expected to work overtime at regular rates anyway. But it was a good job.

And doing it on airplanes was a glam job pretty women literally got 4-year degrees to qualify for; they all understood at that time that they'd age out of it in a few years and have to find new jobs, that their special qualification for this elite job was on a short timer.

It's not that I didn't understand perfectly well at 17 that I and the rest were being discriminated against, I was wired egalitarian liberal. But also, and this is big: That was still America's era of liberal-dominated government and labor culture. In those days I could support myself modestly on what I made as a 17-year-old HS dropout, certainly better than so many these days. The same for those with the sense to take some office classes.

Compared to today, after 40 years of conservative domination and exploitation that's rolled labor in wage respects to back to before the New Deal, we made significantly than our counterparts today and were far better protected by regulations on business.

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