I tried to write a piece about Meryl Streep’s screed and the ongoing war against a legitimately elected President but I couldn’t make it work, my heart wasn’t in it. Then it hit me, what the hell am I doing? Why am I still revisiting all the horrors of a failed Hillary Clinton campaign? Why even acknowledge her whining supporters, her DOA Democrat party?
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.
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one," the umpire said.
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two."
And now the air was shattered by the force of Casey's blow.
The band was playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts were light,
And somewhere men were laughing, and somewhere children shout;