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| "Man up, Harry" says Angle During Debate |
| 2010-10-16 |
| A star of the tea party movement, Angle was tough and salty throughout the hour-long session, taunting the Democratic leader for living in a Washington luxury hotel and questioning how he could afford a high-end lifestyle on a government salary. She even slipped a dig into her answer to a Social Security question. "Man up, Harry Reid," Angle said to Reid. "You need to understand we have a problem with Social Security." What an insult. And a deserved one. |
| Posted by:Anguper Hupomosing9418 |
| #5 Casey at the Bat, P2k! "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." "The score stood four to two with but an inning left to play" ... I can't remember all of it. Sorry, Fred. The Outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day: The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play. And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same, A sickly 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 Casey could get but a whack at that - We'd put up even money, now, with Casey at the bat. But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake, And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake; So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat, For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat. But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all, And Blake, the much despis-ed, tore the cover off the ball; And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred, There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third. 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. There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place; 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. 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 gleamed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip. And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air, 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. 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 umpire!" shouted someone on the stand; And its likely they'd a-killed him had not Casey raised his hand. With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone; He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on; He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew; But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two." "Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud; But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed. They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain, And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again. The sneer is gone from Casey'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 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. "Phin" Casey at the Bat by Ernest Lawrence Thayer I think my Dad had a record of Barrymore reading the poem. I loved it. |
| Posted by: Bobby 2010-10-16 22:18 |
| #4 eLarson, "stumblebum" is a good description. I saw a clip somewhere with Harry talking about pink football helmets and mammograms (you know, the things the gummint now says are useless), and he looked/sounded like an IDIOT. In other words, himself. |
| Posted by: Barbara Skolaut 2010-10-16 14:07 |
| #3 I heard quite a bit of it. Reid sounded like a stumble bum. She sounded like a woman trying somewhat patiently to correct a child doing poorly at some task. |
| Posted by: eLarson 2010-10-16 11:44 |
| #2 ..as a draw. Multi-term veteran US Senator, Senior Party Leader of the Senate vs a grandmother from Reno. This ain't boxing. Draw is a kind way of saying the man was skunked. "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." |
| Posted by: Procopius2k 2010-10-16 09:03 |
| #1 Another article in the Post spun the debate as a draw. The MSM will be bitterly clinging to their masters for a couple weeks. Nothing new, but it's really going to be obvious. |
| Posted by: Free Radical 2010-10-16 07:30 |