Author: David

Over-educated Curmudgeon, Bit-Bucket Tuner and Budding Brewmeister.
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“Now I lay me down to sleep… “

As I head off for bed, the Hivemind is calling it for their candidate. “Bylines for Barry” has worked tirelessly to re-elect the monster, and they’re saying it is so. *shrug* It may well be so. If so, the margin of victory for The Zero in each so-called “battleground state” has been… the votes for Gary Johnson. “Principled” voters who hate the way the country is headed have assured that the 120mph speed at which the Dhimmicraps are running the country toward a precipice and utter, complete and absolute ruin will continue unchecked, not slowed but more likely speeded up (after all, what checks on overweening exercise of executive orders, illegally withheld EPA agendas, etc. will there be on a lame duck presidency?). Or to use another analogy, “principled” voters have decided the country’s house deserves to be burned to the ground and hope their own strange bird will rise from the ashes.

Thanks, asshats. I wish you the joy of your achievement.

And for all those who actually voted directly to burn America’s house to the ground, you may well rot in hell. Not wishing you there, but those who actively support evil have no assurance that it will not devour them as well.

(I will note, as the graphic below illustrates, that as of 10:55 CT Ohio is still very, very close… A guy can at least dream, with numbers like that, you know?)

Note: As of 6:55 a.m. November 7, Ohio still hasn’t reported all precincts and the count remains close there, but… it’s still just as close–and within the “asshats with so-called principles” margin nearly everywhere that would have counted. Oh, well. Anyone want to “go Galt” with me?

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One Final Appeal

One last appeal to anyone who may be considering a “protest” vote today: Bill Whittle’s “Falling on Principle”

Consider carefully who and what you vote for today, from local races all the way to DC.

Here in America’s Third World County™, polling places were open at 6:00 this morning, and parking places at our polling place were thin on the ground. All the voting “booths” were filled when we walked in, but there was almost no waiting (apart from having our drivers licenses scanned and signing the electronic “register”), because people were, for the most part, voting quickly and getting back on the road to work.

Yep. No Odumbo bumper stickers on the cars outside at all, at all.

I know a number of Ron Paul die-hards America’s Third World County™ who were planning on sitting this one out, but the sheer weight of Makers here in the county as opposed to Takers (many of whom around here cannot legally vote anyway, since they’re illegals*) means that I’ll be hugely surprised if Dhimmicraps receive more than 10% of this county’s votes this year. Seriously.

Would that this county were a microcosm of the rest of the country, third world infrastructure and jury-rigging tightwaddery and all…

In a more perfect world, Frank J. Flemming’s views of government–which are more in line with the goals the Founders had in mind (as the Constitution and the Federalist Papers, the Anti-Federalist Papers, et al point to) than those any politician now on the stage declares–his views would hold a strong majority of the electorate, but in our real world, we must fight the fight we have.

If you want to vote against statism, make your vote count. Yeh, the Republicans on your ballot are still very likely drawn from the shallow end of the pseudo-conservative swamp that has, for the most part, given us wannabe elite country club Repugnican’ts since the G.H.W. Bush camp’s slaying of the Reagan revolution lion, but driving toward a cliff at 75mph still gives us more room for maneuver and time to salvage something than driving toward a cliff at the Dhimmicrappic Party’s current 120mph.

Throwing some bubblegum at the vehicle’s tires by casting a protest vote just isn’t going to help anything, and saying, in whatever principled fashion, “All the candidates from the two major parties are scoundrels, so I’ll not vote for any of ’em. Let the country get what it deserves. Maybe when it all crashes down, we can resurrect something worthwhile from the ashes,” is just a libertarian/liberal embrace of the socialist Cloward-Pivens principle that Obama and his ilk have instituted with a vengeance.

Seriously. A “principled” protest vote is nothing more or less than an attempt to do the same ruinous things Obama and his co-conspirators, fellow travelers, cronies and useful idiots have spent the last (nearly) four years doing: burn the house down in a belief that YOUR views will emerge from the ashes.

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First Time

Tuesday will be the first time since I began voting that I will vote a straight party ticket. No exceptions. Oh, there is one local candidate who’s a Democrat who is OK. He’s done as good a job as anyone else in living memory in the Sheriff’s position (which is somewhere between so-so and “not quite corrupt enough to catch out”–about par for the Sheriff’s job around here from time immemorial, I’m told *sigh*). But this year, quite apart from a late-blooming appreciation for the few points where the Republican presidential candidate does truly shine (and a grudging acknowledgement that he’s mostly all right on more than a few points), my only criterion for voting for any other candidates are that they NOT be Democrats.

It’s my own small way of voting a “punishment” vote on the general Dhimmicrappic agenda. I DGARA if any of the other Republican candidates are genuine Republicans or just country club wanna-be elite Repugnican’ts. I can deal with either of those (although genuine republicans aren’t genuinely conservative enough for me, for the most part), but I will not now, or ever, vote again for a Dhimmicrap, unless the party is utterly broken and remade with genuinely liberal principles the Founders (who sought to CONSERVE, in the sense of Burke’s conservatism, the more liberal traditions of expanding liberty protected by government that had become a British tradition from the Magna Carta onward) espoused.

Just call me a one-issue voter this election. That issue is, “Is the candidate or ballot proposition a Democratic one? If so, consign him/it to the eighth level of hell.”

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“What’s that you say, sonny?”

“I’m too old to understand this,” is an attitude I run across from time to time in, naturally enough, older people. (Here I am in my 60s talking about “older people” *sheesh*) It’s an attitude that seems to say, “I’m all finished living. I have nothing more I care to learn,” or worse, “I died a few years ago. My body just hasn’t caught up with me yet.”

If I ever get that old, just shoot me.

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NYC: “Oh, noes! How will Obama get me to the polls?”

 

The yellow line in the pic below is about 4′ down, in the “well” where the subway trains run.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OTOH,

 

 

 

 

Meanwhile, in a New Jersey front yard…

 

 

 

Yep. Shark.

[audio:http://www.thirdworldcounty.us/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Mack-the-Knife-Bobby-Darin-clip1.mp3]

(OK, so the “shark in NJ” is a photoshop. So? It still gave me an excuse to post a Mack the Knife clip. *heh*)

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It’s a Tough Job, But Someone Has to Do It

Had an email from someone asking for help making a decision about a particular personal service (health-related). Since my knowledge about the topic is about 40 years out of date, I did what anyone who’s not room temperature would do nowadays: I typed search terms in a search bar and pressed “Enter”.

Sent the first two links that looked as though the articles were well-researched. Got an email back: “Wow! This was helpful. Thanks.”

Now, this isn’t a post denigrating the original asker for not doing a simple search. No, I’m just noting a mindset that doesn’t think first of what a marvelous resource the Internet is, or perhaps feels overwhelmed by the amount of information available and hasn’t spent time and effort learning some filtering techniques (or just doesn’t know how to go about developing those techniques).

I admit, my mind’s a bit odd. I grew up reading a LOT of books. No, more than what you think is “a LOT”–much more. And about half of the books I read were non-fiction, often reference works (dictionaries, encyclopedias, atlases, etc.–yes, read for entertainment), so I developed the mindset of checking references and instinctively look for well-referenced, well-organized, well-thought-out non-fiction. (That doesn’t mean that I write that way here all the time, of course. This is a blog, after all, a place for “the voices in my head” to give a shout out to each other. *heh*)

Add to that too many years in academia, working with my Wonder Woman through a couple of her masters degrees in library/reference/media, and I find it pretty easy to filter out B.S. or even just poorly-sourced, poorly-researched articles on the web.

I wonder how many folks are like my respondent, though–either unable to do such quick web searches (for whatever reason) or who feel daunted by the task of filtering the results?

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Tightwad Confessions

Sometimes, tightwaddery results in… alternate “expenses”.

Example: the two hours I spent getting a communications issue straightened out this afternoon/early evening.

OK, the tightwad part: since I do not very much like to talk on the phone (missing visual cues, etc.) and I have NO desire to be connected wherever I am 24×7, but I do recognize the benefit of having a phone handy when I’m out and about (especially when deep in the “piney woods” backroads of America’s Third World County), I have a cell phone, but it’s sub-basic, a pre-paid, calls-only “dumb” phone.

Suits me just fine. Ever since I ditched a more expensive phone and plan, I’ve been just hunky-dory setting it to “Off” unless I want to make a call. And at $15/month for many, many (MANY) more minutes than I use, it’s just about right. Yes, there is one cheaper option, but the company that offers it doesn’t cover America’s Third World County worth spit.

And all has gone well with this lil pre-paid “dumb” phone for five years or so until today.

Entered the code to add air time/minutes and… message said to call support to complete the transaction. “WTF?!? Never seen THAT before!” thought I. So, called. Told me the code had already been used. Over the course of almost 2 hours, I finally learned that the code had been credited to the wrong phone, one with a completely different number to mine. *huh?!?* Yup.

Four different people told me they’d corrected the problem and credited my air time and all, and four different people were wrong. Round and round it went, until I finally found a service person (apparently the only one in India) who knew how to deal with the issue.

So, I have my tightwad-qualified phone for another couple of months. It does what I want it to (again) and doesn’t do what I want it to. Simple, inexpensive: just the ticket for a tightwad. But there are times… *sigh* Fortunately, this is the first such time in the years I’ve been using this thing, so “amortized” out, a couple of hours inconvenience divided by about five years isn’t all that bad, I suppose. *heh*

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*tink-tink* Where Are All the OT-Style Prophets When You Really Need ’em?

[“OT” in the post title=”Old Testament”]

 

 

So, the Left Coast came briefly under a tsunami warning this weekend as a result of a 7.7 magnitude quake off Canada’s west coast. Hurricane Sandy is about to ravage the Leftist Coast (East). We need an OT-style prophet to explain to the folks in these places just what that means… (Stay home on Election Day, urm, unless you’re going to mend your ways and vote Right? *heh*)