My Cousin Elmo says, “I told Santa what I wanted for Christmas. He washed my mouth out with soap.”

My Cousin Elmo says, “Drink, drank, drunk is 2020’s version of stink, stank, stunk.”

My Cousin Elmo says, “I’d take a gun shot before I’d take a COVID shot.”

A listing of a quarter-million Communist Chinese Party members has been made available by the dissident group, the Inter-Parliamentary Alliance on China. Of those 250,000 names, allegedly 52,000 are Americans, 35,000 Australians, 10,000 Indian, 9,700 British, 5,000 Canadians, 2,100 Indonesians, 1,400 Malaysia, 793 New Zealanders and 138 Papua New Guinea.

So far, these are the Anglo-names found and all are prominent Australians:

Millionaires Mike Cannon-Brookes, Scott Farquhar, David Gonski, Jennifer Westacott, Victorian Supreme Court Judge Anthony Cavanough, retired Navy Admiral and former Lockheed Martin chief executive Raydon Gates, former ambassador to China Geoff Raby, ex-Tasmanian Premier Tony Rundle, former foreign minister Bob Carr, singer Natalie Imbruglia, One Nation co-founder David Oldfield, National Party President Larry Anthony, former treasurer Peter Costello’s son Sebastian, ex-Labor MP Emma Husar, News Corp journalist Ellen Whinnett, ABC director Georgie Somerset, self-proclaimed sheikh Junaid Thorne, accountant and fraudster Robert Andrew Kirsopp and deceased ex-TEAC boss Gavin Muir.

Here’s a partial list of infiltrated companies:

Boeing, Volkswagen, Pfizer, AstraZeneca, ANZ Bank, HSBC Rolls-Royce, Boeing, Airbus, French defense contractor Thales, Standard Chartered, Jaguar Land Rover, Cosco, KPMG, Ernst & Young, GlaxoSmithKline, Citibank, QualComm, BNP Paribas, Hewlett-Packard, Mitsubishi, Siemens, Ikea, Mercedes-Benz, and Bank of America.

Don’t be surprised if the names of a couple of prominent Nevadan’s turn up on the list when it hits the Internet.

My Cousin Elmo says, “Anyone know what the boiling point is for tar? Asking for a friend.”

“Tensions were high Saturday in downtown Carson City in front of the Nevada Legislature building as a ‘Stop the Steal’ rally attracted both a group of people affiliated with the Proud Boys, as well as an armed militia,” writes someone calling themselves ‘Admin’ (which the same as saying ‘an unnamed source,) for CarsonNow.org.

This is what passes for media in Northern Nevada and it is shameful. Here’s more of the dishonesty:

“The Proud Boys describe themselves as “western chauvinists.” Others, including the FBI, have classified them as an extremist group with ties to white nationalism.

The group in downtown Saturday continuously threw up White Power hand signs at passing traffic throughout the day, as well as held up White Power hand signs while posing with Trump supporters.

The White Power hand signs in question are a more recent gesture of white supremacy. By holding the “Okay” sign, with the forefinger and thumb making a circle and the middle, ring and pinkie finger held straight, the hand signal indicates ‘White Power’ with the three fingers making a ‘W’ and the circle being the top of the ‘P.’”

So, it is now evident, according to this so-called news report, former President Barack Obama is a ‘Proud Boy,’ as the internet is full of images of him (not to mention others in The Democratic party) displaying this sign openly. This is, of course a bit of sarcasm, as the so-called hand gesture is nothing more than a quick way of displaying that things are ‘OK.’

This is so ignorant a claim that CarsonNow doesn’t even bother to report that one of the co-founders of ‘The Proud Boys’ is of Cuban-American named Henry ‘Enrique’ Tarrio, who clearly is not ‘White.’ One of the rules of news reporting, a simple one at that, is to know who and what you are talking about.

In the end, the take away from the article is that there was no violence and despite of the presence of ‘armed militia,’ which is legal due to Nevada’s open carry law, no violence was perpetrated on a single bystander, participant or law enforcement member.

As for you ‘Admin,’ you are dishonest, a coward and show yourself to be a propagandist for the Associated Press and its ilk, hiding behind a title that subjects the entire staff of this electronic newspaper to being questionable in their honesty, integrity and ethics. Perhaps you ought to stick to reporting traffic accidents and COVID-19 figures.

Virginia City, Nevada, isn’t the sort of town you pass through without it leaving a mark on you. It doesn’t matter if you’re here for an hour, a weekend, or the rest of your natural life.

The wooden boardwalks creak under your boots, and before long, you start feeling like you’ve been here before—maybe in this lifetime, maybe in another.

Either way, Virginia City seems to have a way of remembering you, even if you try to forget it.

On a Tuesday not so long ago, I found myself sitting on the front porch of the Savage Mansion. Now, this wasn’t by accident.

Martha McKay—God rest her soul—once poured her heart into restoring that house, and I swear you can still feel her steady hand in the way the doors close properly, even though the whole town tilts a little. She left the Comstock in 2004.

Martha died on March 25, 2020, murdered at Snowden House, Horse Shoe Lake, Hughes, Arkansas.Her killer also murdered her mother and cousin, 23 years previously.

The Savage is one of those houses that refuses to let history die, and in Virginia City, history doesn’t just hang around—it pulls up a chair, pours itself coffee, and starts telling stories whether you asked for them or not.

I was sipping my own cup of coffee that morning when a gentleman in a bowler hat and dusty boots leaned against the porch rail and asked me if I’d seen his mule. Now, this was curious, because I hadn’t seen a mule in Virginia City since Stinky died.

But he looked dead serious. His edges were blurred, as if halfway between now and the great hereafter.

“Your mule?” I asked, trying to keep a straight face.

“Yessir,” he said, looking off toward the hills. “Stubborn as sin and twice as loud. Ran off somewhere. Figured he’d be back by now.”

I nodded like I understood. And in a way, I did.

Because in Virginia City, ghosts aren’t scary—they’re neighbors. They pop up like old miners at the mercantile, telling you the same story you heard last week, but you let ‘em talk because there’s comfort in it.

That ghost with the mule problem faded off before I could offer him some coffee, and I sat there thinking about how the town keeps people. Not just the ones with unfinished business, but the ones who fall in love with its crooked charm and never quite leave.

Folks like Martha, who came here from Memphis and saw in Virginia City something worth dusting off, fixing up, and saving for the next round of wanderers.

Now, common sense will tell you Virginia City isn’t an easy place to live. Winters bite hard, summers fry you crispy, and every set of stairs in town is uphill both ways.

But common sense has never been Virginia City’s strong suit. Instead, the town runs on stubbornness, hope, and the kind of humor you need when your ceiling leaks right over your bed, and you’re out of buckets.

The truth is, Virginia City is home to people who believe in second chances—for old buildings, forgotten history, and even themselves. The Savage Mansion proves that. So are the shopkeepers who open their doors every morning, even if the only customers are a couple of bikers and a confused tourist looking for the bathroom.

By the time I finished my coffee, the ghost hadn’t come back, and the mule sure didn’t show. But I wasn’t disappointed.

Virginia City gives you what you need, not what you expect. Sometimes that’s a conversation with a stranger. Sometimes it’s a story that stays with you.

And sometimes it’s just the reminder that even in a town built on silver and stubbornness, the real treasure is simply being part of the tale. So if you ever find yourself walking those wooden boardwalks, do yourself a favor: stop, sit, sip something warm, and listen.

You’ll hear the past creaking right alongside the present, and if you’re lucky, you might even meet a mule.

What did Americans think after declaring independence, fighting a war, creating a new Constitutional Republic only to be thrust into a new war less than twenty years later with the same Government and our own people?

What did Americans think during three terms of FDR, that was real long term socialism in America and where suicide sky rocketed, businesses were lost and lives destroyed?

What did Americans think when over 120-thousand American men, women, and children were thrown in internment camps for years during WWII?

While many thought a lot of different stuff, they didn’t think it was all over.

Former Vice-president Joe Biden is reported to have claimed victory in Nevada with more than 33,000 votes over President Trump. Biden, according to Secretary of State Barbara Cegavske, had a total of 703,486 votes statewide, while Trump had only 669, 890.

However, considering the underreported targeted voter fraud, as attested to through hundreds of signed affidavits, and confined mostly to Clark County, the actual vote count for Biden is a negative number. Dead voters: 1,500; changed addresses: 2,500; vacant addresses: 6,000; non-existent addresses: 8,000; vacant commercial addresses: 15,000; out of state addresses: 20,000; double voting: 42,000.

So, let’s do the math — 703,486 (Biden) minus 669,890 (Trump) equals 33,596 (difference,) minus negative-62,000 (fraudulent,) equals 28,404 (difference.)

Governor Steve Sisolak said Nevada’s ‘three week pause’ would end today, Dec. 12, but his lockdown directive doesn’t have an ending date.

The Devil is in the details and Nevada has yet to hear from our Dear Leader…