Professional sports and professional Politics are really the same thing…Spectator Sports. The new quarterback comes in from nowhere to play for your favorite Monday night Football team, and you instantly love them, until they stink, then you can’t stand that goddamn mother F%#ker, and can’t understand why they have not yet been replaced by those f&%king idiots in the front office.
The same goes for Presidential and State politics, but mostly for Presidential. You never heard of this guy or girl before, but just like that quarterback, now they are the candidate of your team, which makes them YOUR candidate!!! They may beat their spouse on a regular basis, but by God they are going to lead your team to the god damn Super Bowl! ur White House! Then they will be right up there next to God, Good old Damn Kentucky Fried Chicken, and American Pie. Sorry American Apple Pie, not that freaking way too long and confusing American Pie song from the, what freaking 60’s?
You love that guy or girl, until, of course, they stink, and then you will vote that freaking idiot right out of there and all of his friends to, because…there’s a new fresh face. Doesn’t matter who it is, because they are on YOUR team.
Now, your team may have used to have a slightly different name, and may have moved from one coast to another, or one city to another, but it is still your right as rain, bet your bottom dollar team. The same team that your father or mother loved. So what, if it is completely different then that team, but it is still your team. Just like that guy or girl is now your guy or girl, until they aren’t.
© Daniel DeMarle 2018
Cecil Josephine Cochran was born in Le Roy, N. Y, January 12, 1894, daughter of Elliott P. Cochran. She was graduated from St. Mary’s Hospital Training School. Entered the service at Rochester, N. Y., May 10, 1918, at the age of 24 years, as a Red Cross nurse. She was sent by the Red Cross Organization to Huntsville, Alabama. When she arrived there, the Field Agent told her of the terrible epidemic of pneumonia which was raging, and gave her the opportunity to turn back, but she insisted on going into action to aid the suffering and dying boys. After faithfully nursing ten days among the soldiers, she contracted the disease and died of pneumonia a week later, October 15, 1918, at Huntsville, Ala. Her body was brought back to Batavia, N. Y., where a military funeral was held in her honor and she was then taken for burial to St. Francis Catholic Cemetery, Le Roy, N. Y.
From the Democrat and Chronicle 8/13/1921

From the Democrat and Chronicle 12/11/1918
From the Democrat and Chronicle 9/22/1920

from the Democrat and Chronicle 4/10/1919
From the Democrat and Chronicle 10/17/1920
Henry W. Miller was born in Rochester, N. Y., November 14, 1893, son of Henry F. and Nellie M. Miller. He attended West High School. Before the war he was employed by the H. H. Babcock Company. Entered the service at Rochester, N. Y., March 16, 1917, at the age of 23 years, as a Private, in the 2nd Ambulance Company, National Guard of New York, later 106th Ambulance Company, 27th Division. Promoted to Private, 1st Class, July 18, 1917. He was trained at Camp Wadsworth, Spartanburg, S. C. Promoted to Wagoner, April 11, 1918. Embarked overseas, June 27, 1918, arriving in France, July 13, 1918. Engaged in action at Mt. Kemmel and Dickebusch; Cambrai; St. Quentin; le Catelet; St. Souplet; and la Selle River. He was wounded severely at la Selle River and cited for bravery. The citation is for repeated demonstration of courage and determination in driving ambulances over roads swept by enemy fire, for the purpose of evacuating wounded from the forward aid posts during and after the battle of la Selle River, one of the fiercest in which the 27th Division was engaged.