The Midnight Post of Progressive Paul
In 1860, as our Nation neared another Great Crisis in its history, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote a stirring poem immortalizing the exploits of the Revolutionary War hero Paul Revere during our country’s first Hour of Great Crisis. Now, as a Lesser but Sill Great Crisis looms, allow me, with all apologies, to paraphrase that great American poet with the following ballot box ballad.
Listen, fellow voters, and hear the call
Of the midnight post of Progressive Paul
On the eighth of October, Two Thousand Ten;
Hardly a man must be reminded again
That Election Day looms twenty-six days in all.
In Delaware, Illinois, and up in Wisconsin,
Our foemen are gathered from out of the loony bin.
In Kentucky, Alaska and Harry’s Nevada,
The Tea Party GOP with ideas nada,
Are nonetheless poised for a hostile invasion
To turn backward the Progress of our Hopeful nation.
And Carly and Meg from their coffers untold,
Spend fortunes to see if my State can be sold.
In headlines, on TV, it’s easy to laugh
At the witch-dabbling jokes writ by Letterman’s staff
But the serious Consequence of all this madness,
Could add up this November to electoral sadness
And those who are safe and asleep in their bed
When a new morning breaks on that Day of Decision,
Must rise up and march to the polls with firm tread,
And join in the ranks of their Liberal kinsmen.
You know what can happen. In the books you have read,
How our previous enemies fired and fled,
How our Patriot heroes gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard wall.
Yet this time the Redcoats are deep in disguise,
With faux populist flags waving, stars in their eyes,
With pockets full-laden with Corporate gold,
Their secretly funded Ads, they fire and load.
So through this dark night writes Progressive Paul;
And so through the night goes his cry of “Awake”!
To every American city and state,
A cry of defiance – a rallying call,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a blog post that shall echo forevermore!
(Or at least for the next 26 days…)
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the days of darkness and peril and fog,
Lefties and Democrats rise to the call
Of the tapping computer keys of his blog,
And the midnight post of Progressive Paul.
7 responses to “A Ballot Box Ballad…”
I agree with the call that something must be done and I invite you to 1markt.wordpress.com for some real fact and calling it like it is. Nice poem with real humor about a very serious set of circumstances.
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I’m just sitting here, in Deering Library, laughing like a crazy person, getting looks from zit-faced engineering kids wearing glasses who are studying for their midterms.
But how could I react any differently with those photoshopped pictures?? BRILLIANT, I SAY. BRILLIANT!
You kill me. Love it!
Gus gives Progressive Paul a THUMBS UP!
Here..here….awake I am and arise I will!
We will hang it from every cellphone tower pole.
Thanks, Stefan! A lot of cell phone towers here in LA are disguised as palm trees…
And I love the Prop Thtr website! Folks, if you haven’t checked it out yet, go to:
I put the link on my blogroll.