A new poll shows that Biden is leading in every providence in China.

They race from the Left,  trickle from the Right, flow from the Middle. Each and every one screaming that I’m lying, spreading falsehoods and am a poor loser for having posted about the ‘taking of names’ and ‘re-education camps.’ These are nothing more than pandering idiots and Internet trolls attempting to obfuscate what can be seen clearly.

It feels wonderful to be asked, if not lectured, to ‘reach out’ to our neighbors and loved one and talk about anything but politics. That’s exactly what failed Democratic Presidential candidate Pete  Buttigieg tweets.

Isn’t that the sweetest thing ever? But don’t be fooled!

However, Buttigieg’s ‘former’ national surrogates director Emily Abrams wrote something remarkably opposite before her account went private:

 

These are people not to be trusted, and friends and loved ones need to be made aware of how these people are deceivers, even if there is a risk of losing contact with them. Our nation depends on honesty.

Go ahead, keep telling everyone how it is time to heal the nation. We have your number, my patriotic friend.

While you are at it, tell that man or that woman, who for no fault of their own, were subjected to looting, arson and other forms of violence, simply because they owned a business. Explain to the widow or widower and the orphans, whose wife, husband or parent, a law enforcement officer, was murdered because your party believes them to be oppressors.

Tell us how we are to heal knowing that the national media, all the way down to the local media are in the pocket of your fellow politicians. Please explain clearly, how aiding those contributing to social unrest via the corporate broadcast agencies, you so bitterly hate, are going to affect a proper healing or that by social media censoring peoples voices is going to clear the way back to our founding document.

Please, explain how ensuring a woman can have an abortion is a pathway to health or healthcare. Speak up when you address the fact that it is unconstitutional for the federal government, through taxes raised via the American citizen or business, is what is written in our founding documents.

Keep telling the American people that you are on their side. I, for one American, am tired of the pandering and would prefer you simply call me an enemy of the state, a Socialist state and soon to be Communist state, where only a handful of people, leaders as you are so quick to call them, will have power.

As an enemy of the state, I am still free to speak my mind and even up to my quickened death. You on the other hand have forsaken your liberty for the power of a party and you shall die the slow death of a non-person, not to mention a non-patriot.

I am calling you as I see you…a liar and a fraud, and that thief who comes in the middle of the night.

You did not gather 71-million votes, President Trump gathered those 71-million votes. And while, you have enjoyed election cycle after cycle talking about the ‘big tent,’ it is Trump who filled that tent in one cycle.

Trump, though his actions of Making America Great Again, created the most diverse, widest and deepest part of the entire American electorate consisting of every creed, color, race, gender, ethnicity and orientation. It is a truly color-blind coalition of middle America patriots and middle-class voters that cuts through the political special interest groups.

You are the GOP, the Grand Old Party, but we are the new party to behold, the MAGA party, and you did not create us. You need to be very well aware of what you’ve brought to the political arena with you: ‘Republican in Name Only’s’, ‘Never-Trumpers’ and endless pandering to the Democratic Party.

You’ve allowed ‘Deep State’ actors to stay entrenched in their bureaucracy, you’ve failed time and again to halt known corrupt politicians and former politicians, letting them to get away with violating the US Constitution, you let the Democratic party hold sway over the Congress with endless and expensive investigations and hearing, and allowed with very little push back the impeachment of a President, when he had done nothing wrong, while allowing another president to side-step Congress and the Constitution with no negative outcome. We say SHAME ON YOU!

Your days may very well be numbered because we know what you have and have not done for the American peoples.

Where this ends, I don’t know – but, God, let it begin with me.

Yesterday, I read a tweet from New York Senator Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (AOC) demanding the taking of names and the collection of ‘negative comments’ on social media about Democrats, et.al., with the idea of placing dissenters in ‘reeducation camps.’ That’s deadly rhetoric.

 

AOC, and others, don’t fully understand that many Americans, both men and women, young and old, able-bodied and disabled, mentally sound and those of us with PTSD, etc., have a lot of experience standing in the gap against hostile forces. What few of us ever dreamed is that we’d be standing the gap against fellow Americans.

We’ve taken and oath to protected and defend the US Constitution against all enemies, both foreign and domestic. Many bureaucrats have failed to understand that we take that oath seriously and further, no one ever told un-oathed us at the official termination of service to our nation.

Jokingly, I wrote that when the COVID-19 pandemic was foisted upon the American public, some people’s survival instinct was to rush out and buy toilet paper. Others of us went to the store and bought an extra box of ammo.

We are not all the same.

Further, I posted this: Psalm 97: 1-3 (NIV)

1 The Lord reigns, let the earth be glad;
let the distant shores rejoice.
2 Clouds and thick darkness surround him;
righteousness and justice are the foundation of his throne.
3 Fire goes before him
and consumes his foes on every side.

This is my war song, my death song.

So where does this end? If this nation, that is to say its people, collectively and as a whole do not stand up for the US Constitution and the major wrong that has been recently done to it, we are either finished as a nation or we will be scrambling to survive in a fully realized third-world nation.

But I do know where it will begin – with me, and with others like me. So, please begin taking our names, our social media statements, for there is worse waiting for you sowers and reapers, and it lays in wait behind every blade of grass across our great nation.

Mary had jus’ left for the store. I stood on the porch, waving at her as she drove away

In my hand was the mornings first cup of coffee, already half gone. Ahead of me, on the nearest side street came a woman neighbor.

She was dressed in a ground length goose down coat, the kind that have separate chambers meant to trap one’s body heat inside the garment. On her feet were what looked to be a pair of ‘knock-off’ Uggs and atop her head was a rose-pink shower towel, wrapped tight to keep her still wet hair from falling.

About five-five, maybe around 135 pounds, in her mid to late 30’s, I thought of her as a good looking woman. We had waved at one another on occasion and said hello, but that was about it.

As she rounded the corner, she saw me and gruffed, “Damn husband forgot to take the mail before heading to work this morning.”

With that she waved her right hand, displaying the three envelopes she was carrying. Nodding, I continued to watch as she stabbed each one in the slot with a methodical madness.

As she punched each envelop through the gap, her towel became more and more loose, till it was beginning to fall off. Still I watched as she yanked it free, bowed herself back and forth twice, flicking her hair forward and backward, then wrapped her dishwater-blonde tangle back in the towel.

She turned and saw me watching, “Well, that wasn’t very sexy, now was it?”

“Oh, contraire chère femme,” I smiled, lifting my cup high in salute. “It’s always sexy to watch a  woman flick her hair about before wrapping it up like that.”

She laughed and continued walking. Then she stopped mid-stride and turned almost perfectly across from me.

Before I knew what was happening, she flipped open her coat, exposing her fully naked self. All I could do was stupidly lift my coffee cup in salute to her and grin like an idiot.

And a quick as that, she was hiking back the way she had came.

Then I lifted my cup to my lips to take another gulp of coffee and found it had grown cold. It was time to go inside and heat it up.

She stepped out of the Bonanza Club along ‘C’ Street and walked to the rough hewn post I was intending to lean on. She wasn’t much more than thirty, but looked to have come directly out of the late 1950’s.

The woman wore a pair dark blue jeans without back pockets and which hugged her hips tightly. Her blouse was a red and gray checkerboard pattern with a thin collar and short mid-arm sleeves with perfectly hemmed cuffs.

Her hair was a light brown and coiffed in the manner that reminded me of Jackie before her husband was killed in Dallas. In her hand, she held a small leather hand bag and I heard her open and close it with a click.

Then I heard the flick of a lighter and as I glance over I saw a glint of gold as she lit a cigarette and took a lengthy drag of it. A couple of seconds later, I watched as a curl of thin white smoke curl from her nose and around her face.

I knew in an instant she was smoking a non-filtered cigarette, the same as my mother had when she was still alive.

When I finally looked at her, she had dark brown eyes that matched her hair. Her lips were bright red and her alabaster skin was flawless, save to a touch too much rouge on her hit and full cheek bones.

“God,” she cheerfully exclaimed, “I needed that.”

I simply chuckled as she took another puff of her cigarette.

“Business looks like it’s going good,” I said.

“Boy is it,” she said. “I can hardly keep up.”

I heard her puff again at her cigarette.

“That’s good to hear,” I said. “Lots of places are having a hard time financially because of this COVID stuff, but I guess you already…”

My son, Kyle interrupted me, “Dad, who you talking to?”

I glanced at him as he leaned forward of me and looked at the post on which I leaned.

Then I looked back at the woman. She was no longer there.

“I guess only to myself,” I answered.

He smiled, “I think you’re losing it,” and laughed.

I laughed along with him, but as I did I thought about going inside the Bonanza to see if she were there, but in the end decided not to.

“Best to leave well enough alone,” I told myself, as Kyle and I continued walking down Virginia City’s wooden boardwalk.

It’s surprising how well Joe Biden did with senior citizens, especially those in the 125 to 200 year age range.

sometimes my anxiety
gets out of hand
because i care too much,
then because i care too much

i cannot do anything
and depression sets in
when it does i crash.

As Mary and I sat at the kitchen table this morning, I asked, “What if things don’t get any better?”

“What things?” she countered.

“We’re still struggling to recover from 2008,” I said. “What if we’re never able to get out of the hole, ever?”

“You need to quit worrying about it,” she said.

“But what if this is all there is for the rest of our lives?” I continued.

“This is probably as good as it gets,” she smiled. “And it is gonna get worse from here on out.”

“Well, that’s joyful news,” I said.

“So quiet worrying,” she returned.