Whew, this morning has been exciting. No, that’s not a picture of the crimes that happened at our house. it’s a friend’s shared meme of HER cat.
Our crimes were different. because Indy can taste — and smell — sugar, we keep cookies inside ziplocs (the entire package is inside a ziploc) and atop the baking cabinet, six feet up. The criminal managed to jump up there and bat down cookies and crackers for his sisters. I was alerted by rustling and rescued Dan’s oreo ziploc with only one small hole. However I somehow missed that my gluten-free matzos (look, you have your food preferences, and I don’t judge them. I like jam on matzos. Deal. The gluten-free ones are Amazon only, though, and cost the earth) which I found the cats devouring, because they are utter weirdos.
This was annoying, but not surprising. These are our fourth set of cats. We’ve seen everything. Mind you, the Misoites (the present batch of Indy, Muse and Circe) are possibly the weirdest, with Muse’s obsession with peaches and potatoes and Indy’s love of all things sweet, including plain sugar, and Circe loving all bread… But we’ve had cats with weird food preferences before. And nothing, absolutely nothing can explain Havelock’s love of screws and thumb tacks or the fact that I found them in his poo and he never had to go to the vet for emergency surgery. (Guts of steel, brain of cotton wool.)
When we take the cats to the vet and report a weirdness, the vet will say “Oh, that’s not rare, the–” And we go “we know, we know” because there are thirteen urns on our mantel, and two more cats who disappeared and we don’t have the urns for.
I guess I must be old, because I’ve hit this with politics. And when you crazy kids complain about having to vote for the slightly less evil one, because it’s not voting for cake over death, just the common cold over pneumonia, or if you prefer Chlamydia over Syphilis.
And I, who started my voting career during the cold war is looking at you in “You think that makes you special? That you’re voting to stop the red-green alliance, even though the person you’re pulling the lever for is a disgusting RINO?”
Look, we voted for people who were objectively leftists, but who were LESS — not not, just less — likely to sell the free world to the Soviet Union, just to stay free a few more years. In Portugal I once voted for a socialist — yes, with the understanding that socialism is the path to communism — because the alternatives were open Leninist and Maoist.
(I didn’t like it, and I was young, which is why after that election, in Portugal, I voted monarchist. It was a protest vote, like voting for a small, local party in the US, because honestly, monarchists get 0.2% of the vote or thereabout. In the village it was me and the 90 year old. And when I moved and stopped voting there, he came to ask my parents if I was okay.)
Now do I like it? Are you kidding? The red-green alliance is holding a gun to my head by forcing me to vote against them so hard that I vote for other people who hate me, just who hate me less.
And it’s bad for the country, because it allows the shitheads on the right to get away with things that they’d otherwise be punished for. But we can’t punish them because that would mean voting for people who want me shot on the back of the head. (And you too. I’m not implying you guys are voting to save my life, though if you are thank you.)
It’s what created both the myth that only RINOS like Romney or for that matter Nixon were “electable”. Because the decent people still voted for them, or rather against the commies, while the “we only Vote Republican because the Left is declasse” “right” only voted for the “moderates” (“surrender to the USSR, but slower!”) It took Reagan’s name recognition and amazing common touch to break that. And then we went right back to it, until Trump. Who had immense name recognition and derived immense power from the return of the repressed: I.e. from saying aloud what people had been thinking and scared of saying for years.
And of course, there is the psy-ops, the endlessly cycling psy-ops (psy-opsi? psy opsis? psy-oh-heck-not-again) from the left, the foreign enemies and–
The polls. The polls which are more unreliable each cycle, and who have never once predicted a right-wing victory. (Not initially at least.) And the others, designed to have the idiots on the right (We have as many idiots as the left, we just embrace them less) shun some group of a vast and unsteady coalition.) And the psy-ops that the economy is terrible, the most terrible ever. Guys, I was alive and awake in 1990. If you weren’t, find someone who wasn’t and isn’t stupid and ask them how Clinton got elected. (And even that took Perot. But the psy-ops that the economy was the worst since the Great Depression was part of it. Incidentally Ray Bradbury put himself beyond the politically correct pall by correctly saying it was a funny depression that went away when you turned off the TV and stopped listening to the sob stories.)
There are things that give me hope. The last two big run-by-the-lefty-media outrage psy ops were designed to make WOMEN afraid of voting GOP. This tells me that the left isn’t sure of WOMEN who frankly have been their most reliable voting block, both because they tend to be conformists to what they perceive as the most widespread side (something the media can make appear so) and because most women want to be “nice.” And the left has always painted itself as “nice.” (Which isn’t the same as good.) If they’re not sure of the women, the face of the upcoming election is different.
The other thing that gives me hope is that we’ve had no riots at all this summer. It’s not like they wouldn’t have done it, if they could. Oh, yeah, and that the demonstrations/riots/circus of anti-immigration-enforcement was so limited and fizzled. I’m not joking, the “big” demonstration against deportations in my town was the usual half dozen people and two who might have been walking past. (Per picture in the paper. Why it even made the paper is something else.) And they only found two idiots willing to get themselves killed, and neither was ethnic or a pregnant woman. That tells its own tale, because from the time I’ve followed leftists’ “martyrs” they’ve been able to get at least one pregnant woman. (Yes, yes, Kent State. You thought it wasn’t a setup? You’re funny.) I suspect in many cases shot down by their own side, if all else failed, and blamed on the other side.
Is this because Trump pulled the plug on USAid? Might be. Note the turn for the right in central and South America from that moment.
Mind you, they still have a lot of money sloshing around, but that seems to have been a knife in their primary funding.
So maybe we have a chance. Maybe. How much of the machinery of fraud is paid? I don’t know. And neither do you. But I’d guess at the very least half.
Turns out electing a president who fights with money might have been a brilliant idea.
However, nothing is certain, and I’m not sleeping well.
We’re not voting between cake and death, but we’re voting between being whipped and death. There’s only a chance some will think death is more merciful. And all I can do is pray.
Mind your six and keep your clothes and weapons where you can find them in the dark.
