Perhaps some have counselled Bobby C, using the well-said words of Dylan Thomas, "Do Not go gentle into that Good Night" --- but instead --- "... rage against the dying of the light..."
Many people think that his great Primary Day victory was like a "New Day" for John Quaglione --- and you can't count me among those folks.
But --- there is a flip side to that, and it is this: John Quaglione's great Primary Day victory is just as much a "New Day" for John's Primary Day opponents, Lucretia Regina-Potter, Liam McCabe, and of course Bob Capano, whom I mentioned above in my headlines. However, perhaps, any talk of a "New Day" is premature, because somebody thinks that the "dying of the light" of the day gone by needs to be played out in a different manner and to the beat of a different drum.
MAYBE, HERE'S THE DEAL ABOUT CAPANO'S TAKE ON A "NEW DAY" IN THE 2017 RACE FOR NY CITY COUNCIL
I seem to remember that Bob had put it out there during his campaign in the GOP Primary >>> he was the ONLY Republican candidate running in the 43rd City Council District already on a party ballot line in November. Now, I don't know if that was 100% accurate at the time; however, it is a fact that BOBBY C IS STILL ON THE BALLOT IN NOVEMBER, as the candidate of the Reform Party.
Early this AM, somebody wadded-up a spitball message to me indicating that Bobby C might be planning on doing some kind of campaigning as the Reform Party's candidate in the 43rd District. Well, as sure as night comes before day, maybe JQ's "New Day" hasn't quite started yet --- because at least for somebody in the mix, there is still some raging to be done.....
And here's what I say to that (now folks, please note, this is NOT a show tune):
“Do not go gentle into that good
night,
[All ages] should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
o not go
gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how
bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun
in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with
blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my [brother], there on the sad
height,
Curse, bless me now with [burning] fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
DT
