US Election Concerns

“What kills a skunk is the publicity it gives itself.” ~ Abraham Lincoln

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I don’t claim to know everything, in fact I’d rather not. But I do take some pride in being smarter than the average bear. And it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to point out inconsistencies in the last US Presidential election that warrant further investigation:

  • Several swing states that suddenly stopped counting ballots when the Republican candidate was ahead and then when reconvening the count, amazingly showed the Democrat candidate had jumped ahead by more than a few votes.
  • Video footage of suitcases of ballots being pulled out from underneath a table where they appear to have been hidden after ballot counting had been shut down for what was reported to be a “water leak” (and was in actuality a singular clogged toilet) and yet . . . those ballots were removed from underneath a table and counted while counting was stopped (and captured on recorded security camera footage)? Yeah . . . that’s not hinky!
  • Sworn testimony of US postal workers, ballot counters, and registered voters ranging from mail in ballots that were not creased or having appeared to have actually been mailed in, to being forced to mark ballots with a Sharpie marker (which renders them un-readable by the machine and leads to adjudication by a person who decides what the voter actually “meant”), to voters receiving mail-in ballots which they never requested, not to mention numbers of deceased people voting from the grave.
  • Independent audits of the Dominican voting machines which shows how votes can easily be flipped, and shows a 68% rate of error in tabulating votes leading (again) to adjudication.

Yet the Democratic party, courts, judges, Senators and Representatives are shoving these questionable results down our throats. I, for one, hate having anything shoved down my throat without logical explanation. It has a tendency to piss me off, for lack of a better turn of word.

Why? One of my first words and one that drove my mother crazy. I have difficulty accepting anything illogical in blind faith. Especially, when there is an opportunity to provide explanation.

Why not let the courts hear the evidence? If there is no wrong-doing, it will come out in the end.

Why not examine the Dominican voting machines? If there are exaggerated claims of error, it will come out in the end.

Why not allow the testimony of witnesses to be heard? If they are lying, it will come out in the end.

When I am under attack, yet sure of my position, I welcome any and all investigation into the facts. If accusations are false, they will be found out. If I am wrong, I am willing to admit it, but I will not lie down and accept questionable bullshit that is compounded by an unwillingness and downright denial of examination.

My anger is not solely directed at this last Presidential election – it is a fear for the future of my country. If this election has been manipulated and is fraudulent, why continue the voting process at all. What is the point of having a farce of voters going to the polls if manipulation is not only allowed but encouraged. When the people are no longer allowed to elect their leaders, we have not a democracy but a dictatorship.

God help us all.

COVID Concerns

“Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.” ~ Lord Byron

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Earlier this year, I wrote a post on my concerns re: the Coronavirus — here. I will quote myself in case you don’t choose to read the entire thing.

“Consider this . . .

many people get the flu, some people will die from the flu. Now replace the word “flu” with “coronavirus.”

many people will get coronavirus, some people will die from the coronavirus.

Did you see that? many and some. Many and SOME. Not many and all.

This excellent article from Johns Hopkins here, compares COVID-19 with influenza. The concern with COVID-19 is that it is a new strain for which people have not built up an immunity. Statistically, unless you are extremely young with little immunity, or older with existing health issues that decrease immunity, the risk of dying is low”.”

Yes, the deaths are horrific – I don’t dispute that. Having to be intubated and be on the ventilator, turned by staff, apart from family, multiple IV’s and drips, monitors beeping, failed resuscitative measures – it’s not pretty. As a nurse, I have watched my patients struggle to breathe, seen the panicked look in their eyes as they fight to pull air into their lungs that are filled with fluid and infection. They know . . . they’ve heard stories and rightfully so, they are afraid. My own adopted daughter was on the ventilator for 11 days.

HOWEVER . . . there are a greater number of people that have COVID-19 that are not hospitalized, that are able to quarantine at home. These are the patients we don’t hear about in the news, the ones who have been affected and felt like absolute shit, but pulled through. These are the numbers the media doesn’t discuss — the greater numbers of people with COVID who did not require hospitalization or mechanical ventilation.

My greatest concern with COVID is not the virus itself. It is the blind faith that the common man is putting into the media reports. Faith in the rhetoric spewed by non-scientifically trained politicians. Faith in a lone scientist, Dr. Fauci, who has practically garnered sainthood but yet has waffled on his stance throughout the pandemic. Studies from the CDC, undertaken by epidemiologists and scientists, have disproven the “facts” touted by the media. Facts that are inflated, overblown, over-dramatized and then the actual CDC guidelines are pooh-poohed as unreliable data.

My concern is for a nation of people who have been dumbed down over the years and not taught logic in schools for so long that they blindly believe and follow the masses. These are the same people that believe “Grey’s Anatomy” is a true-to-life medical documentary versus entertainment. People who follow stars of the entertainment industry. Folks!! Hollywood stars are ACTORS – they are paid to act a certain way to convince you of the sincerity of their role in a production. These actors are so skilled in their trade, or looks, that they command great amounts of money — that doesn’t make them any smarter or have any more viable and accurate information than the common person who works as a laborer, or a healthcare worker, or the barista at the coffee shop on the corner.

My concern is for the demise of a country that I see circling the drain of liberty.

Patina of life

“When I look in the mirror, I try not to see myself becoming wrinkled with age. Instead, I try to envision myself as acquiring a beautiful patina which only appears with time.” ~ Unknown

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I believe we can safely assume that I have an innate fondness for old things. Furniture, clothing, homes, my recycled sari skirts are just a few examples. An acquaintance recently made a comment specifically about the skirts and the words struck a chord in me.

” . . . one has definitely been well used. I like that. A patina of another woman’s life.” ~ Andrea Jones

Apparently the words resonated with several women due to the comments she received. For the last few days, I’ve been pondering those words. My father lived in an older section of Independence, Missouri when I was a teen. Driving to his house on the rare occasion, we would pass thru historical sections with old houses (which were already intensely fascinating to me by this age). I can remember my step-mother and I discussing the history that may have occurred in those homes and “if only the walls could talk.”

As I wear my skirts, I wonder what occasions they’ve seen – joyous, mundane, or painful. I wonder about the women that wore them prior to myself – what they were like, their age, their experiences, whether they had young children that played in the folds, or whether they were older with children grown.

It’s the same with the houses – I walk thru on the original hardwood floors, contemplating who walked here in years past. Who touched the wooden railings, perhaps carried sleeping children up the stairs to put them to bed? What scenes have played out behind the original windows with their cotton candy glass panes?

Antique furniture raises even more questions. I wonder where it was purchased and by whom? Whether it has traveled far from it’s origination? Was it a gift? Who else lovingly ran their hands over the surfaces? What did they see when they looked in the mirrors?

I firmly blame such movies as “Somewhere in Time” or “The Love Letter” or even “Bridges of Madison County” for my fascination with how lives will affect other lives throughout time. It doesn’t have to be a life of infamy, just the routine life of an Iowa housewife whose family learned new things about her after she passed. I wonder what my children will learn about me, for they don’t know everything. I only hope they can take joy in some of the things they learn.