hot shower, clean clothes
work set aside today
mourning for old dog

After hours of searching, I cannot find any actual video footage of the Biden bus being stopped or attempted to be pushed off the road in New Brunsfels, Texas. (If I am missing it, please paste a link, because I haven’t seen it.)

What I do see is a small white car try to force a large black truck off the road, but the driver of the truck pushes the white car out of its lane. I think we are once again seeing a propaganda job, being told what to see, rather than allowing our eyes and brains to observe and seeing what really happened.

And I’m even using their footage because none of the social platforms are allowing an unedited copy of videos to be shared. When are we gonna turn off the unethical media and social media?

Also, note how quiet the media/social media has been about a US Spec Force operation that rescued an American citizen from terrorist/kidnappers a couple of days ago. Don’t want to let the current administration have any real ‘good’ press. I mean, God forbid that the truth be told by anyone in the news department.

To prove my point, I went to YouTube and the only US published video of the story comes from FOX News, and that ain’t saying much.

Are you tired of the bullshit, yet?

As I sit here checking my FB, waiting for Nevada’s number one legal sex-worker to reply to me, I can’t help but tap out a few meaningless words about my early morning.

As for the sex-worker (we don’t call them prostitutes anymore,) she’s my new hero as she is suing Nevada Governor Sisolak because he is disallowing the brothels from re-opening. And I’m fairly sure you know how I feel about Herr Sissy-lick.

Brothels are legal in 15 of 17 Nevada counties, though not all have them. So, since it is a legal trade plied in the state, it is a business that needs rightful consideration when it comes to re-opening.

Even Sunday mornings are full of interest…

My Samsung not only has me perplexed, it has every technician at AT&T scratching their head, too. It doesn’t ring when someone calls me, unless it is my wife, my son, daughter-in-law or a friend who lives in Arkansas.

Neither does it show the phone number of the caller, save for those afore mentioned persons above. This means I cannot respond to most texts, because the phone has no idea what the return number is and if anyone leaves a voice mail, unless they state their number, I cannot call them back unless I know who they are and I have their number on hand.

Case in point, I have a friend named Barb Y. Her husband died last August and I’ve have been trying to help her by getting her connected with county and state welfare.

Problem is that she changed phones, phone number etc., and though she keeps calling me and texting me, I have no way of returning her texts or calls. Worse yet, the last I spoke to her she was being moved and damned if I know where.

So, Barb – if you by chance read this – no, I am not ghosting you, but please, could you leave a phone number in your next voice mail or text. Also let me know where you are physically so I can come to you.

Then there is this…

The elderly Italian that lives east of us, the one who collects military memorabilia and to whom I sold my United Nations beret and crest to, passed away yesterday. Piero was 89-years-young.

His daughter, Alessi came by to let me know and to return the beret and crest. I offered to return the money he paid for it, but she declined stating that he’d want me to have it because then I’d remember him.

Damned shame, he was a joy to talk too, though I had a hard time understanding him as his accent was so full. Alessi is going to take him back home to New York (I thought she was going to say Italy) to be laid to rest in the family plot next to his two brothers.

I know I keep saying it, but…fucking 2020!

Ugh or aargh? I cannot make up my mind which incoherent sound my life is more like right now. So many things have me by the short hairs that I find myself turning in tight circles.

First is the big thing, the worse thing, the so-called 500-pound gorilla in the room, which is actually a 16-year-old lab/chow mix who weighs about 50 pounds. Sadly, I’m tasked with the job of taking him to the vet one final time.

I hate it and I hate myself for the fact that I gotta do it.

All I keep thinking, aside from fucking 2020, is why me and why alone? SHIT!

This will happen on Monday. I cannot watch this good dog suffer anymore and I need to swallow hard and do what must be done.

done…

Next, over the last three weeks I’ve had this recurring dream. A woman named Doris, who I went to high school with, and I run into each other outside an ancient building, perhaps a church or a very small castle.

While I don’t know were she is walking from, I am passing through a grove of pink and red roses.

It feels as if we are running from something and so to escape whatever or whoever it is, we go inside the large wood door. Once inside it is like walking down and down and down a never ending hallway.

There are open doors on either side of the wide expanse, but there is no light to see what is inside the rooms. However, we are left to feel as if there is something evil in each room and while we want to run away we are stuck in slow-motion and can only walk.

Through several nights and mornings, I have revisited this dream in full. Time after time We were never able to get to the end of this hallway and the door that we could see.

Then like that I stopped having the dream.

Three nights ago, I realized that this dream was no longer haunting my sleep. But I think that because I thought that, the damn thing returned – only she and I made it down the hall and through the door.

The doorway emptied into a bazaar or open market, with fruit, vegetables and all variety of colored clothe. As we stood examining a bolt of silk, a man dressed in the older 1940’s and 50s style of a French gendarme with his light-blue kepi and cape.

While I watch him enter and pass through the market, I notice that my friend Doris is doing everything she can to keep her face hidden from his eyes. But he sees her anyway and grabs her violently.

As the pair tussle, I stepped in and started kicking him in the head. And it is there, that I keep waking up.

Stress, that is all I can chalk this up too.

Finally, an admission of sorts as I need to get this off my chest:  Biden is about to be elected president.

There are too many things that happened between 2009 and 2017, and into today, that I could never have imagined — from a president and vice-president violating the law, a dishonest media lying and hiding the truth, that a so-called pandemic would lead to a single-minded and illegal nationwide ‘mail-in’ voting scam, and that half of this nation would condone absolute evil in pedophilia and corruption, simply to get rid of a man that they hate, but cannot explain why their hate.

So, is it ‘aargh,’ or ‘ugh?’ Maybe you in the waking world can answer my question.

Who needs the Bermuda Triangle when you have all the rest of 2020.

Heading into the last week of the presidential campaign swing, Vice President Mike Pence delivered remarks during a rally last Thursday at the Reno-Tahoe International Airport. Meanwhile, Eric Trump also made a campaign stop Tuesday in Reno at the Atlantis Casino Resort.

Vice Presidential nominee Kamala Harris also stopped in Reno on Tuesday to campaign for herself and Democratic Presidential candidate Joe Biden. Senator Harris spoke to an audience of about 100 at the Bartley Ranch Regional Park’s Hawkins amphitheater.

There have been huge increases in overall voters during this election, which means more and more people are taking part in the election process. So far, 38 percent of active registered voters in Nevada have already taken to the polls. In the Quad-Counties, Republicans are leading with 25,314 ballots cast compared to the 15,427 Democratic votes cast and 10,562 votes cast by all other parties.

In Storey County 1,552 voters have cast their ballots, which is 43.06 percent of active registered voters.

Voters have returned 792 ballots by mail, which is 51 percent of the total turnout.

Democrat mail-in: 307
Republican mail-in: 290
Other party mail-in: 195

In-person, 760 voters have come to cast their ballots in Storey County.

Democrat in-person: 142
Republican in-person: 486
Other party in-person: 132

Storey County total ballots
Cast by Democrats: 28.93 percent
Cast by Republicans: 50.00 percent
Cast by other parties: 21.07 percent

In Lyon County, 15,557 voters have cast their ballots, which is 38.94 percent of active registered voters. They have returned 8,885 ballots by mail, which is 57.11 percent of the total turnout.

Democrat mail-in: 3,103
Republican mail-in: 3,568
Other party mail-in: 2,214

In-person, 6,672 voters have come to cast their ballots in Lyon County.

Democrat in-person: 886
Republican in-person: 4,536
Other party in-person: 1,250

Lyon County total ballots
Cast by Democrats: 25.64 percent
Cast by Republicans: 52.09 percent
Cast by other parties: 22.27 percent

In Carson City, 16,065 total ballots have been cast, which is 43.14 percent of active registered voters. Of those ballot, 10,085 were returned by mail, which was 62.78 percent of the total turnout.

Democrat mail-in: 4,534
Republican mail-in: 3,343
Other party mail-in: 2,208

In person, 5,980 voters have come to cast their ballots in Carson City

Democrat in-person: 1,305
Republican in-person: 3,551
Other party in-person: 1,124

Carson City total ballots
Cast by Democrats: 36.35 percent
Cast by Republicans: 42.91 percent
Cast by other parties: 20.74 percent

In Douglas County, 18,129 voters have cast their ballots, which is 46.83 percent of active registered voters. Voters have returned 12,212 ballots by mail, which is 67 percent of the total turnout.

Democrat mail-in: 4,194
Republican mail-in: 5,441
Other party mail-in: 2,577

In-person, 5,917 voters have come to cast their ballots in Douglas County.

Democrat in-person: 956
Republican in-person: 4,099
Other party in-person: 862

Douglas County total ballots
Cast by Democrats: 28.41 percent
Cast by Republicans: 52.62 percent
Cast by other parties: 18.97 percent

In the statewide race, Republicans are closing the gap. Last week early voting closed with a percentage of 44.66 percent Democrat, 33.72 percent Republican, and 21.60 percent all other parties. As of Monday, Oct. 27, this has narrowed to 41.61 percent Democratic votes, 34.91 percent Republican votes, and 22.48 percent all other party votes.

Monsters tend not to eat ghosts because they taste like sheet.

It was the dark of Halloween Night 2020, India-ink black despite the full moon. Further, the streets, their vapor light lamps casting shadows on nothing, were quiet and devoid of life as all the little children and their grown parents remained home because of the threat of COVID-19.

Yet there came screams from the apartment complex on the corner. The police were call, but after witnessing the unexplainable horror, they had retreated outside.

By then a priest had been called and he stood in a misty shroud outside the double entry way, praying for the strength to face the demon in Apartment 101. The landlady met him at the doors and beckoned him in.

He could hear the terrified screams of the woman. It was obvious that she was being hideously tormented by whatever had her in its evil grasp.

The landlady pushed the door ajar after turning the key in the lock. The priest kissed his crucifix and pushed the door open and bravely stepped inside.

Above him, he saw the woman. She twist, jerked, spun and convulsed violently as she was dragged back and forth along the ceiling, screaming in terror and lashing out at her unseen tormentor with frightful language.

The priest began the opening exorcism prayer, “Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, as it was in the…”

Suddenly, and without the hint of a warning, the woman crashed to the floor with a hard thump.

As the priest silently continued to pray over the now-prostrate woman, he heard the vague whirring of a vacuum cleaner as it was being turned on. Without warning both he and the woman where thrust upward and against the ceiling, shifting back and forth as the old woman in Apartment 201 continued cleaning her shag carpet.

My Cousin Elmo says, “Does Jeff Dunham know that Walter is running for President?”

While standing on the sidewalk, waving goodbye to my wife as she drove off to work, this tall guy, in an all black robe, hood hiding his face, and carrying a long-handled walking-stick in his right hand, suddenly appeared from nowhere behind me.

It’s been a long-time since I’ve seen a man wearing a bathrobe, so I’m guessing they’re coming back in style. Anyway, he kind of creeped me out, because I didn’t see him or hear him and worse yet was the chilled-vibe I got off the guy as he jus’ stood there all quiet.

As I took a sip of coffee, I heard him say something about him being ‘deaf.’ I told him that I was sorry about that and yet he simply stood there without saying another thing.

Being a bit unnerved, and the smart-ass I am, I said, “Don’t worry I have a hard time hearing, too. You can ask my wife.”

Nothing. Silence. Cold.

So with a quick wave, I left the guy standing at the end of the driveway and I went inside to warm up and get more coffee. I haven’t seen the fella since and am hoping he wasn’t lost or something.