Voters!!! We Just Aren’t That Supid

When each election is over I say to myself, “How can we as voters be so stupid as to reelect the same idiots, over and over again?” I mean we continue to reelect the likes of Maxine Waters, who ranted on national television “If you see them in a restaurant, confront them and tell them we don’t want them here”, referring to any Republican, but mainly President Trumps appointees, an obviously seditious act. Chuck Schumer, who pounded a podium and screamed, “Dump Trump, Dump Trump,” over and over again, an act that I thought to be very seditious as well, considering he is a United States Senator. Nancy Pelosi, who acts coquettish and bored and then tears up President Trumps State of the Union speech, which, by the way was one of the best ever given. AOC who tried to tell us we could wean our world off of fossil fuels in ten years, teach cows not to fart, and go all Electric even though Tesla says the world is incapable of producing enough electricity to power that many vehicles. Premier-racist Obama who consorted with Farrakhan, The Rev and Al Sharpton more than he did his own cabinet. Turn-coat, Never-Trumper Mitch McConnell, Bible Thumping, Never-Trumper turn-coat Mitt Romney, how do all these wastes of voters ink get reelected over and over again. I could name at least 50 more like; Omar, Warren and Hirono, but I try to keep my stories under 450 words.

I scratch my head and say it can’t possibly be voter stupidity. We just ain’t that dumb. I finally realized that it has to be voting fraud. It is the only possible answer. Somehow, someway the vote is being rigged. It became patently obvious to me when I went to bed with President Trump having the vote in the bag, and woke up to find Sleepy Joe caused a landslide in a bunker. Now everything is coming clear, thanks to the persistence of President Trump and many others that are trying to get to the bottom of the issue.

In the past, minor efforts were required to swing votes in one direction or another. Hence the beginning of the mail-in-ballot. One or two thousand votes here and there would propel a Representative, Senator or President into office unnoticed. But this one was different, way different. The cheaters knew that President Trump was going to win, and win by a large margin, after all he worked his ass off for it. Hence an extra helping of mail-in-ballots was required, 50 million or more.

If this is allowed to go on, we have lost the America we fought and died for. We can’t let this happen.

Pelosi Gets Pigged, We Pay The Price

PELOSI GETS PIGGED, WE PAY THE PRICE

Lets just say, for arguments sake, that my neighbor (one person) buys a bunch of hens and a Rooster. He doesn’t need the Rooster but he gets it anyway just to piss me off. To get back at him, I go over to his house in the dead of night and throw rotten eggs at his garage door. (I have to say that this wouldn’t happen because my driveway is 330 feet long, so at my age he’d nail me halfway home.) Anyway, lets just say I did that and got away with it. I can guarantee that if my neighbor called the police, he would end up cleaning it all up himself, fuming and , cussing, and the cops would toss his complaint in the round file. It’s the way things are if you are one of the little people, which my neighbor and I are.

No compare that to the Elite, someone like Nancy Pelosi, (Goddess of all she surveys). She pisses off 70 or 80 Million people and one of them does a number on her garage door, and she calls the police, guess what happens. They come, investigate and clean up, bow and scrape and probably put the FBI on the case, capture the poor soul and toss him or her in the clink for life. Oh yeah, I forgot, and the Media makes it a “Breaking News”, Mainline, Prime Time Event. There is a glaring difference in the treatment of those two situations isn’t there.

I don’t know about you folks, but this upsets me to the core. What are the old sayings? “Mess with the crab, you get the claw”, “What’s good for the Goose is good for the Gander”, “Do unto others”, “What goes around, comes around”,  “Judge not lest ye be judged”; there’s gotta be a million adages fitting this situation. We little people live by them every day, but for some reason, Pelosi gets to sit up there on her “High Horse” and command the skies to open and make all things right in her world, no matter what she does to screw it up. Oh yeah, I forgot, she gets to do that at our expense. The little folks always pay the price, don’t you know.

It is time to make things right. Enact Term Limits and get rid of career politicians that are only in it for what they alone can get out of it. She’ll get her Millions, We, The People will get jail time.

What Happened to MY Vote?

The first time I ever voted was Tuesday, November 8, 1960. I had just gotten out of the Navy and beginning my new life as a civilian. I remember being very excited at the polls and wanting to get it right. I am a staunch Republican, and I voted for John Fitzgerald Kennedy, who I though was the better candidate at that time. Now, sixty years later, I found myself at the polls, still excited, standing in front of the registrar giving her my name and address. She asked me if I had the ballot that I was sent in the mail and I replied, “No, I neither requested it, nor wanted it, because I vote at the polls, as I always have for the last 60 years. “Did you bring it with you?”, she asked. “No, I threw it in the garbage, full well expecting to vote at the polls like I have for the last 60 years.” I reiterated. “Then you will have to see that man over there and fill out a request for a ‘Provisional Ballot‘ “, she said. “No,” I said, my voice raising a decibel and an octave, “I just want a ballot to vote here at the polls like I have for the last 60 years.” I noticed a stiffening tension in the her and her other cohorts, as I held out my hand for my ballot. “We are sorry sir, but you must see that man over there for a provisional ballot.” I begrudgingly did what I was told and filled out the paper, and 20 minutes later voted ‘Provisionally‘, and walked out, feeling I had been raped.

On December 7, (A date that will live in infamy) 2020  , I received a buff colored voter notification card in the mail, from the Shasta County Clerk, saying that I had been registered to vote as of November 03, 2020, and it was valid for elections on or after 11/18/2020. “Hmmmmm”, I thought, as I picked up the phone to call the registrars office. A nice young gentlemen answered the phone and I explained my story to him and asked him if my provisional vote had counted on November 3, 2020. He put me on hold. When he returned, he told me that there was a note in my voting file (I had no idea it existed), that I had been registered to vote as of 11/18/2020, but that was all. No note that I had voted on 11/3/2020, like I have for the last 60 years at the polls.

That same day I wrote a letter to the esteemed Shasta County Clerk, asking for a written accounting of my vote, and as of today December 31, 2020 I have no answer.

I am going to start the New Year by going to the Clerks Office, to get my explanation. After 60 years of voting and good citizenship (when I was in country) I think I deserve an answer, don’t you?.

Concern, Albeit Cautionary

Today, on Facebook,  there was another article that spoke of a local police drug bust. This particular bust was made based on the need for police to conduct a “parole search”. “Parole is the early release of a prisoner who agrees to abide by certain conditions”, in other words, agrees to behave himself. When the police showed up, the 31 year old couple was seen throwing things out of a window, which were later recovered and found to be drugs and drug paraphernalia. Obviously they were not in parole compliance, it was a good bust, all is well. The article ended, however, with “Do you suspect there is a drug house in your neighborhood? Click here to report it.” This is where my concern begins.

I lived through WWII and as an 5 to 10 year old, lived through the infamous Gestapo and all its dastardly dirty dealings. As an impressionable young boy it affected me deeply, still does to this day. I was appalled by their brutal actions so much that once on a vacation train ride from Munich to Lucerne two German Police burst into my closed compartment shouting “Achtung”, which scared me half to death, requiring minutes to recover, (True Story).

I believe that we have the right and obligation to call police if we suspect drug dealings or other nefarious activities are going on in our neighborhood. I also strongly believe that the police then have the responsibility to prove that there is a legal reason to enter and search the neighbors home and not just act on the suspicions of the reporting neighbor. I’m relatively sure this is the case, but more and more of these posts are showing up on Facebook, and I sure would hate to have them become common place and abused and have Heinrich Himmler bounce through my front door unannounced based on a vindictive complaint from a neighbor I might have pissed-off somehow.

As Americans we take all this for granted, because we fought for it and defend it every day.

EEEeeeeK A Mouse, In This Case A Yorkie

I have planted fruit trees on my rural property hoping for the occasional pear or an apple. This year 10 apples appeared on my new apple tree. I went on a weeks vacation and when I returned they were gone, and four other fruits that I planted were broken and stripped of their leaves. Those pesky deer were at it again. I decided I would try and run them off every time I saw them, I had to do something to make them feel unwelcome.

One morning I walked by my front bay window, and there were two brazen deer, a mother and her yearling, standing on my front lawn, as if they owned the place. I burst out my front door, along with my seven pound Yorkshire Terrier, and began shouting. My Yorkie Ike, (named after Dwight David Eisenhower) took off like a shot yapping after my two, now frightened out of their skins, cervine intruders. It was a site to watch, two hundred plus pounds of forest denizens scurrying away from a seven pound deerstalker. When it was over the deer, in fast retreat, had hopped the fence and Ike strolled triumphantly home from his latest enemy encounter.

It started me thinking. Two, one hundred pound plus wild beasts fear-stricken by an admittedly aggressive seven-pounder. How does that happen? The large animal afraid of everything, the midget afraid of nothing. Ike’s eyes are on the front of his head, the sure sign of a predator. Deer’s eyes are on the sides of their heads which is typical of prey. Is it a predator/prey thing? Is that it? Yorkies were bred to keep the mines of England rat free. They never came out of the mines. Is it a survival thing? When Ike sees something he instinctively runs at it with the intent to kill, my Border Collie, on the other hand, runs from danger until he has had enough time to stop and assess his situation and plan his next course of action. Is it a fight or flight thing?

This two hundred and forty pound human is scared to death of a two gram arachnid. Maybe I should try and figure that out first.

Life In The Third World

Two Hindus Discussing the Problems of the Day

“Amava” I am telling you this heat is killing me”, Rakshan laments, “even here near  lake Shasta it is getting very hot”.

“Rakshan, I agree with you, but you know we have nothing to worry about because Governor Newsom has come down very hard on PG&E to make sure that the electrical grid stays operating during the hottest of summer days.

“That is such good news Amava. Last year, 2019 was a very difficult year with PG&E shutting down all the time when the winds increased. It is very difficult for PG&E to keep their 200 year old poles standing under under the stress of those 10 mph wind forces”.

“How many outages have you had so far this summer Rakshan”?

“Only 35 so far Amava”.

“What was your average outage time”?

“About 3 days only, Amava”.

“Doing the math Amava, that means your power has been out the entire summer”.

“You must remember, Redding is a third world country Rakshan”.

Independence Day

Independence is defined as “the fact of being independent”. The definition of independent is someone or something that is free from the influence or control of another. An example of independent is someone who lives on their own and supports them self.

Of course Independence Day was the name we gave the day we fought for and won our independence from British Rule. Starting in 1773 with the Boston Tea Party, America’s first major act of defiance against the all powerful British King George III, the Thirteen Colonies began their ten year battle for self rule, ending in the Treaty of Paris, on September 3, 1883. The story of that ten year period defines who we are as Americans. Thirteen individual Colonies, with their individual alliances and allegiances, had to first come together, then fight a unified war for American soil, and then finish off all ties fighting battles on the high seas before independence was finally achieved.

Some 6,800 Americans were killed in action, 6,100 wounded, and upwards of 20,000 were taken prisoner. It is believed that at least an additional 17,000 deaths were as the result of disease, including about 8,000–12,000 who died while prisoners of war. There was a definite price paid for Independence.

Since  that time many Americans have fought and died to insure that we maintain our independence from all tyranny. Any threat to independence is a threat to the United States, because we stand for independence, we are the poster child for freedom from tyranny. The American flag is the symbol for that awesome, world wide responsibility, and as Americans we strongheartedly and willingly shoulder that responsibility.

Cherish your freedom and independence, revere the Flag, and all it stands for, and remember those who paid the price.

Now you see it… Now you don’t. What are we……the Taliban?

The Budda of Bayan

The Buddas of Bayan in Afghanistan were crafted between 507 and 554 AD. The smaller was Shamama (“Queen Mother”) and stood 35 meters (115 Feet) tall; and the larger, Salsal (“light that shines through the universe”) stood 53 meters (174 Feet) high. These were magnificent examples of  the Gandhara style of statue construction. In 2001 the Taliban blew them to smithereens. They first used aircraft and tanks, to no avail, and finally a truck load of TNT did the job. POOF! Priceless history gone to mankind for eternity, all because one dumb-ass Mullah decided to do it. Mullah Omar spread his hatred through Islam.

We are tearing down statues all across the United States for reasons no wiser or convincing than dumb-ass Mullah Omar used. Today I read that the indigenous community is very upset with President Trump for wanting to hold a rally at Mount Rushmore, where similar edifices to the Buddas of Bayan reside. Rushmore eulogizes four great Presidents. One of those Presidents fought to free us from British Rule. One of those Presidents wrote our Declaration of Independence, the foundation of life in America. One of those Presidents fought to end slavery. One of those Presidents was the leader of the then Progressive Movement and a Conservationist who championed National Parks and the eternal preservation of our native lands. The indigenous community labels those Presidents as “Disgusting Images of White Supremacy”.

It doesn’t take much of a genius to understand the magnificence of statuary, but it does take a major dumb-ass to tear a statue down for fear it is a current threat to our society.

I’m a Normalist

Today it seems that everyone needs an identity. “I identify as a……………………person”, is a common response these days. Growing up, I was completely aware of big dogs and little dogs; black, yellow, brown and white humans; fat cats and skinny cats; mens rooms, ladies rooms and unisex rooms; colored and white water fountains (for a brief period in my life); tall, short, fat, skinny, hairy, bald, pretty, not so pretty people, natives and foreigners and everything in-between in my sphere of awareness. I kind of thought that everything was normal, the way it was, part of the scene, what was happening.

I identify as a NORMALIST person. A Normalist person is one who believes something to be the normal state of things, not requiring remediation. I don’t give a rats ass how you identify, you are who you are…………….normal.

WOW – We can’t possibly forget

This morning, like most mornings, I got up, fed the dogs, made a cup of coffee, sat down and read the newspaper. I got all the way to the end before it dawned on me that there was not one mention that it was the 76th Anniversary of D-Day. For a few moments I sat quietly and thought, “How can this possibly happen?” “It is unthinkable that a June 6th, of any year since 1944 can go by without a rememberance of the thousands that died that day.”