January 21, 2023
Here is an extract from my book, AMERICA SHRUGS: No joy in Mudville:
In August 2018, my wife and I relocated to Cotacachi, a small city in Ecuador, from our home near Concho, Arizona because of my belief and disgust that the United States of America is infested with costly liberal social programs.I foresee a time – sometime during the next fifty years if the Earth does not experience annihilation – when the USA will have lost much – perhaps all – of the prestige the people have enjoyed since 1776.As nothing lasts forever, the USA will give way to another country – a country that will become the world’s leader brought about by a penchant for complacency by the citizens of the United States.The people of the United States of America are to blame as they are responsible for sending the likes of those described herein to Washington to represent them. They do so without the faintest idea of the evil lurking within those “Honorable” servants.Why do I so say? The answer is easy to explain and with 100% accuracy: Too many people vote based only on family history, the candidate’s appearance and charisma, celebrity endorsements, liberal media reports and student attitudes formed by the liberal academia.Only with a no-nonsense midcourse correction, will residents of the USA feel the weight removed from their shoulders, whether they now feel or do not feel its presence.Otherwise, we will keep paying the cost of having ne’er-do-wells using Washington for their “land of opportunity” as have those described in this book.As you read this book, ask yourself if the events occurring in the mighty USA today will end as did mighty Casey’s eleventh hour at bat.
Mudville and Mighty Casey
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 –
they'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 despised, 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 five thousand 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.
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 it's likely they'd have 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.
Could the United States strike out? I believe it will. We are going that direction. I believe the character of those we send Washington today are, for the most part, no different than those listed below. What about those not named, you ask? My answer: Some are genuine good people. The remainder haven't been caught.
Here are names of members who not only have been caught but have been convicted of crimes during our nation’s history according to Wikipedia’s List of American federal politicians convicted of crimes
Charles F. Mitchell
Joseph R. Burton
John Hipple Mitchell
Henry B. Cassel
John W. Langley
Harry E. Rowbottom
Michael J. Hogan
George Ernest Foulkes
Donald Francis Snow
John H. Hoeppel
James M. Curley
Andrew J. May
J. Parnell Thomas
Walter E. Brehm
Orland K. Armstrong
Ernest K. Bramblett
Thomas J. Lane
Thomas F. Johnson
Frank W. Boykin
Martin B. McKneally
J. Irving Whalley
John V. Dowdy
Richard T. Hanna
James F. Hastings
Andrew J. Hinshaw
J. Herbert Burke
Frank M. Clark
Harrison A. Williams
John M. Murphy
Frederick W. Richmond
George V. Hansen
Carl C. Perkins
Mary Rose Oakari
William J. Jefferson
Jesse Jackson Jr.
Duncan D. Hunter
You may read details of their misdeeds at Wikipedia.