Random Observations

[We’ve been a little unfair to Audre lt week, moving her posts about and then flat bumping Random Observations, which has become her signature piece, so we’re going to run them today. In fact, I have decided to combine two of them to start getting us back on track. So enjoy, Neo]

Artificial emphasis. Been watching – oh, heavens, don’t ask me why – some videos of politicians speaking at outdoor events or gatherings. What is common is the speaker, of whatever ilk, shouting into the microphone. Why do they all shout? Why are these people so agitated, why are they so angry? For the most part, they are not raving lunatics (for the most part)(maybe)(well …), they are simply unable to hear themselves because they are outside. Entertainers wear that ear thing to help blot out external noise so they can hear themselves and make sure they are on key. I think outdoor public speakers should do the same thing. Perhaps then they would speak in a normal voice and let the microphone amplify the sound as amplifiers were created to do. Maybe we would listen to the speakers and be able to understand what they are saying and what their point is. Well … hmmm … I don’t know; most of ’em are lunatics, but on the off chance that one or two may not be, they should get that ‘entertainers’ earpiece’.

And

God has a plan and all things work to His plan. I’ve been mulling this in my mind for the last few days as I try to sort out all the information we’re now getting about the theft of our election. I know God – to the best of my human ability – but not quite clued in on the Plan. But I don’t have to be because of my intrinsic belief in God. It has occurred to me (and maybe to you) that perhaps we are witnessing part of God’s plan. He is a just God; His justice is true. He is a righteous God. He is the God of truth. Perhaps what we’re seeing is His unfolding of all that has been hidden from us. We’ve been told, on the very Highest authority, that what is done in the dark will come into the light. Now we are finding out that the weakness of Dominion voting machines was known in 2016. We are now finding out the ‘irregularities’, not only in the vote-counting process but the severe overstep of authority on the part of the State Supreme Court in Pennsylvania. The Ethiopian eunuch said to St. Philip, “How can I understand what I read unless someone opens it to me?” Could all the developments since November 3rd be God’s way of opening our eyes? I don’t think it’s a far-fetched idea. As a matter of fact, I’m beginning to strongly believe that that is exactly what we’re seeing now. With this in mind, I’m now much more comfortable waiting for the outcome of the election. God has a lot of pieces on the board – He’s not yet finished moving them.

I don’t hold much with Biblical numerology but I find it mildly interesting when considering the 30 allegations in Sidney Powell’s lawsuit: “In a biblical sense number 30 is usually used as a symbol of a man’s dedication to work or to a certain task. It is believed in the past that a person is ready to start a career at the age of 30 because only then a person is ready in a mental and physical sense.” (Angelnumber.org)

‘Signature verification’. Here’s my question: a few years ago I had a severely pinched nerve in my neck that not only affected my hearing, but it also affected my handwriting. While my hearing has come back, my handwriting hasn’t. If someone had to compare my signature now to my signature a couple of years ago, would they recognize the signature as mine? There’s also the consideration of the signature being written on the seam between the envelope flap and the envelope body. Hmmm. Had enough of all this? Me, too.

Now I want you to sit down – push your coffee or other beverage away from you as I don’t want you to knock it over when I deliver this news. 2020 was also – amongst all it’s horrible history to date – the date of a divorce that may well break your heart. Pull your tissues closer to you for easy access. Mrs. Dash got a divorce in February 2020. Now she’s simply, (sigh) – Dash.

Oh, little frenchie – where are you when I need you?

Random Observations

We take so much for granted. We look but we rarely see. We hear but we rarely register. We raised the bar of busy to the highest slot; even considering the curtailment due to the virus (or the government)(or the CDC)(or mainstream media)(or … ), we are still so busy. All the seasonal deep-cleaning can be done, some room painting needs to be done, repairs to the wear and tear the course of a year takes on a home. Bills to pay, autos to see to, family issues to be resolved. The list is endless; it seems to increase daily, that ‘to do’ list. We miss so much that is simple, beautiful. After completing all that I could complete, the other night I sat at the computer and decided to do a jigsaw puzzle. Remember them? I remember when my kids were little people – the big, thick pieces of a simple puzzle in their chubby hands.

My dad, who at one time in our lives was working three jobs to support a family of six, seemed to always have a card table in a corner, out of the way of us kids, always a card table with a jigsaw puzzle in various stages of completion. It relaxed him, doing puzzles. I chose the scene I wanted to complete and began the work. As I watched the scene develop in front of me, I started to notice some things. I had chosen a fruit and vegetable scene and as the items became clearer with each additional piece, I noticed the color of orange a carrot is and how darkly orange they can look when in shadow. The dark, dark green-ish purple of the outer leaves of ‘red cabbage’ and how the inside is a delightful play of very pale green and red-ish purple. There’s a shininess to the bell peppers, bright in red, green, and orange, and isn’t it wonderful that the orange of the pepper is not the orange of the carrots?

I was suddenly taken with a kind of wistfulness; those nights I left work late, raced to the supermarket for ingredients for that night’s dinner, eyes quickly scanning shelves and displays just for the items I needed and paying no attention at all to what I didn’t need. I was so busy, in such a hurry, that it never occurred to me just how lovely the fruit and vegetable section of the supermarket is. It would have given me a moment of peace, it would have reminded me of the One Who created it all. But I was so busy.

For some lively Christian conversation, folks may want to wander over to the blog All Along the Watchtower (AATW). They have excellent thinkers who also happen to be excellent writers – the two don’t always go hand in hand. Go check out their archives and recent articles. Stimulating stuff there.

Getting really tired of the elevator ride, waiting for the final pronouncement of the winner of the election. It’s up, it’s down, it’s stuck on floor 2, it went right past floor 4 and then dropped to floor one. Even the virus didn’t make me nervous-snack like this is. For my sanity and waistline, I sure hope we get the RIGHT answer soon.

French bulldogs. You thought I got over it, right? Bwahaha!

Now What, America?

One of the things that feels strange lately to me is that I’m only really writing one post a week. Mind, it’s a good thing, I was burning out till first Audrtre and then Jessica (God love ’em) rescued me. In truth, I don’t read quite as much either, and my viewpoint tends to be a little longer, which is where I’m at my best. But not writing a book every week does feel strange. But you all benefit from it.

One of the things that were written about this week, from all over the right is essentially “Now what??? Where is America going?” It’s a fraught question, so let’s look at some options.

In American Thinker, Frank Friday thinks we and Canada ought to trade some territory.

Let’s take the blue parts of America along the East and West Coast and put them in Canada. I mean, it’s so obvious, so simple — Canada already is what American liberals have always wanted. Complete government-run health care; gun control; a make-believe military; high taxes; and impossibly snooty, elitist politicians. Even Barack Obama, when he sees the effortless way Justin Trudeau can lift an eyebrow, or stick his nose in the air, just melts with envy. We’ll call this new country Canada-America to start with, Can-America for short.

Then, for red America, we will add the Prairie Provinces of Canada, the Yukon, and all of British Columbia except the southwest corner. This is the part of Canada that talks like Sarah Palin; owns all the guns, such as there are; and has no problem with great big machines strip-mining the earth to get all the good stuff, like the Alberta Tar Sands or Tony Beets’s gold-mining dredge. We’ll call this amalgamation Big America.

That’s far more elegant than simple secession and likely would make a lot of people on both sides of the present border happy. New England threatened this once before of course, during the War of 1812. In short, I like this idea, but since it would reduce the coasts to depending on a foreign power – Red State America, for their very sustenance (as in fact, they do now) It’s probably not very likely.

But Robert Lopez, writing in American Greatness seems to think America will split, as well. His scenario is more history-based, which can be useful but should never be carried too far into the details.

The Supreme Court seems to have made peace with its own irrelevance vis-à-vis the irremediable schism between two halves of the country. The Texas-led half is not, despite some people’s surface reading, a resurrection of the confederacy. Territorially the states that joined Texas’s case form a column reaching from the Mexican to the Canadian border, including the northernmost state, Alaska, and Indiana. Georgia and North Carolina, obviously, are not aligned with Texas anymore, while several northern states like Ohio are moving toward alignment with the red camp.

In cultural terms, the California-led states have reversed their historic position on civil rights and now oppose the fundamental purpose of the Fourteenth Amendment and equal protection under the law (which I review in some detail here.) In their successful pleading to the Supreme Court, they rejected the notion that outside forces can intervene in a state’s voting or judicial process, thereby resurrecting the arguments from former confederate states about their right to block African Americans from suffrage through practices like a poll tax, literacy test, or KKK-style voter intimidation.

“But the courts said so!” is a cold argument to raise given the history of Dred Scott, Plessy v. Ferguson, and Korematsu v. United States.

So much of the way we look at ourselves has been formed by the history of the Roman Republic, maybe he has a point when he says that the US will split much as the Roman Empire did, with the blue states playing Rome with its multiple sackings while the red states (including the leadership of Texas) continue for maybe a thousand years as Constantinople did. It’s an interesting thesis, in any case.

Then there is Steven Hayward at PowerLine who posits that Trump is (whatever happens now) the most consequential one-term president since Lincoln. He makes the point that Trump has led a realignment that may be as great as that led by FDR who took four terms to accomplish what Trump has in one. I agree with him.

In two posts, The Adaptive Curmudgeon summarizes his (and my) view from the trenches, in the first, published just before SCOTUS ran and hid in their bunker, he said this:

[…] Resignation has not been the feel of the world. The press is screaming at me until every intellectual circuit is muttering “we’re doomed” but my soul senses otherwise. I know “doomed”. This ‘aint it. Doomed is a gutless leader facing a wise and implacable foe doing incremental measured misdeeds. We have a guy who’s never backed down from a fight facing a stupid, overconfident, and power drunk group that just plain isn’t up to the task of coup. Yeah, I said it. It’s a coup. They’re chumps for initiating it. Sloppy, uncontrolled, incapable of recognizing a time to retreat, domestic (and foreign?) enemies have acted like toddlers with a machine gun. Our would be oppressors are dangerous, but they’re losers and idiots.

Yup, that’s what I saw as well, and to a point still do. In the second just a day or so ago he says this:

Texas offered an “all in” argument but the SCOTUS took a powder. Fuck them. Texas wasn’t the only game in town. Ironically, it was the argument least likely to publicize the cheat. Meanwhile, each “contested State” has one or more independent legal actions. They’re still ongoing.

I like this movie. I’m not a “sprint to the finish” kind of guy. I like to win with grinding certainty. Slow and steady, hard to refute, documenting every step of the way. Legal action in every State is doing what I want; carefully establishing facts.

So do I, the legal equivalent of Grant’s Overland Campaign. grind them up till they’re destroyed, and about that time Sherman will come along and kick them in the ass. It’s a decisive war-winning strategy.

At The American Spectator, Lou Aguilar reminds us of something else: Real Men voted for Trump. He writes:

A new poll from the Survey Center on American Life found that self-reported “masculine men” overwhelmingly supported President Trump in the last election, 55 percent to 35 percent (“less masculine” men went for Biden 58 percent to 40 percent). Yet even without the alpha dog in the White House, these masculine men will battle the Swamp. That’s because tough guys will do what they always do: usurp tyranny and unreality, beginning with the liberal dream of a Rainbow Coalition. The greatest obstacle to a permanent majority of minorities is male bonding, which partly explains the record high non-white turnout for Trump. In the same poll, 71 percent of black men and 70 percent of Hispanic men (a group that includes me) identify as “completely masculine.” Pitiably, only 54 percent of white men do — too many having buckled under their racial and gender shaming by liberals.

And that is what makes red states red, in my experience, the men (and women too) here are people who actually do things, make things, fix things, and above all live in the real world. We simply know that anyone who says there’s an easy way is full of bullshit, and not fit to lead a horse to water. He also reminds us of the cycle that Spencer Klavan summarized for us.

Weak men make bad times.

Bad times make strong men.

Strong men make good times.

Good times make weak men.

He says we are someplace between the first and second cycles, I think he’s right.

That’s the major takeaway today, the corollary is from our history.

Hold the Line and keep your powder dry.

Random Observations

I stated in a previous Random Observations that watching the different State Senate hearings in regard to the Presidential election that in the end, I wanted to hang my head and cry. I’m going to amend that. Since a space of time has passed since I wrote that, I’ve had time to absorb all the information from the first three hearings and today’s hearing in Georgia. My head is higher and my back straighter. Looking over four of these hearings, the thing I have to recognize is that even though it was fellow Americans who assisted in allegedly fraudulent handling of ballots, more fellow Americans stood up to say, Not On My Watch! Consider testifying in front of a State Senate; you’re in a room with people you’ve probably only ever seen on television; you are being recorded – audio and video – by people you don’t know; you are in front of a ‘real’ famous person in the presences of Rudy Guliani. You know you are going to testify to what you saw but you are also going to have to answer questions from people who may – or may not – be thrilled that you’re such a good American and have to field their questions the best you can and, just to keep things interesting, you’re given a time limit in which to relay what you saw. I’m proud again – these are the little ‘heroes’. They didn’t save a life, they didn’t donate a million dollars to charity, they didn’t help a blind person cross the street. What they did was put themselves in harm’s way (we all know about Twitter, Facebook, all social media – these folks had to give their names and what county they live in) and do the best they could to prevent, to the best of their ability, to prevent the demolishing of our voting process. Their outrage and sadness and desire for help is the same thing we feel as read and hear and watch the things that have transpired in so many states across the nation. It doesn’t matter a hoot in hell but I give them a standing ovation!

Just a passing thought … who do ‘normal’ Democrats talk to? I have now found Republican/conservative sites and friends that I can talk to. Considering the vocal crazy Leftist – excuse me – the Socialist Democrats, who do normal Democrats who are not socialist/Marxist/Maoist in thought, who do they talk to. They can’t talk to us (they could and we’d welcome them gladly to simply chat and exchange ideas) because they’ve been told they can’t, and they can’t talk to the Socialist Democrats … so where do they go for the relief that talking brings?

Well. This is obviously the answer to everything!

15 Zombie Proof Houses You’ll Regret Not Seeing – YouTube.

Here is your laugh for the day. Sometimes I find myself wanting to cheer. Not often. But sometimes!

Lefties BANNED From Twitter EN MASSE! The Pendulum Finally Swings… What Did They Expect? – YouTube.

Sunday Funnies; Monolith, Wuhan Flue, and Fraud

And so, another week

And of course

 

 

Random Observations

Pennsylvania, Arizona; today, Michigan. One of the huge benefits of being retired is being able to watch the live transmission of these hearings in regard to the vote-counting process. We can imagine what a huge endeavor counting the votes for the 1,2, or 300 million – whatever the registered count is for the country – can be under normal conditions. As we all know, there is nothing the least bit ‘normal’ about the year 2020.

Pennsylvania hearing was very interesting and it also was infuriating as we listened to the experience of poll workers, poll watchers, and poll challengers. The lawyer part of me – you know, that law degree we all have from the Attorney Programs I Have Watched University – that lawyer part of me shook its head and discounted almost all testimony as being unsubstantiated, hearsay, whatever.

Arizona hearing was worth all – what? 10-12 hours of it – all the time spent watching. Three outstanding presentations from people with years of experience in a number of scientific fields (I’ll probably never use the word ‘expert’ again) had me both jumping for joy and crying in despair. The affidavits of the poll volunteers seemed more detailed and more focused on how their work was negated and often prevented by facility managers at the counting sites.

Michigan is still live and I’m very upset. This event was seemingly just thrown together, spur of the moment as it seems very chaotic. Additionally, the invited speakers – again, poll workers, poll watchers, and poll challengers – are given a three minute time limit in which to relay their experiences. Add to this the fact that there was some kind of protest going on just outside the door of the room holding the hearing and you get the very firm idea that Michigan must have lost its collective mind.

Two things stand out to me. Aside from the big question of whether or not there was voting fraud, the thing that hurts the worst is testimony from two people in Michigan. Both of these people are naturalized citizens who volunteered to take part in one of the functions for which they came to this country – free and fair elections. Both gave their testimony and ended their statements with “I love this country”. All I can do is hang my head and cry.

And then we come across something like this. I was simply staggered – by the pen, by the simple elements to complete, and finally, the very special person who finished it. It has to be dark, sometimes, in order to see the light. Please enjoy.

The Portly Politico has a very interesting article from Dec. 2, 2020, entitled “Where the Right Goes From Here”. In it, he mentions the election of Andrew Jackson and some ‘funny business’ (see – there’s nothing new under the sun!). Reading it, it occurred to me – in the 1800s, how long might it take to get the ballots from out west and especially California, Oregon, and Washington? I could tell you but it’s a lot more fun if you ask NEO. Thanks for the thoughtful article, Portly. Where the Right Goes From Here – The Portly Politico

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