Radio Free Colorado(in Exile): Rocking you into that Blood Moon Election

Looks like we’re in for nasty weather….

The Only Way Out is Through….

Don’t put your trust in revolutions, they always come around again…

But Sometimes All You can do is all you can do, no matter how black pilled. Get the f out and vote! and pray for a miracle. G-d protects fools, drunkards and the United States of America.

And Sometimes the Miracles are made of Human.

And sometimes the butcher must be paid. pray that’s not our fate.

Be Not Afraid

Be Not Afraid

Sursum Corda!

The Game Is Worth The Candle; the prize is worth the running

Keep Your Clothes and Weapons Where You Can find them in the Dark!

G-d Bless You And Keep You. Go Vote, Go Document, Go Report and Pray for the best.

Radio Free Colorado — in Exile — signing out, with tears in my eyes. Go you fools, Go Save the Republic, and stop listening to this old woman.

99 thoughts on “Radio Free Colorado(in Exile): Rocking you into that Blood Moon Election

      1. Disturbed wee-hour thoughts:
        David Friedman occasionally tells the story of the old days, pre 1960, when downstate Illinois delayed their returns to see how much they needed to cheat to counter the cheating in Chicago. This failed in 1960, letting Kennedy in over Nixon.

        My thought is that we might not want perfectly clean elections any more than we’d want perfect justice administered by some sort of perfect justice machine. As a practical matter, fraud was kept limited by the threat of the other side escalating their own fraud, so a little dirt might be a necessary evil.

        But on second though, we’ve been in a “House Divided” cold civil war for some decades. Not a repeat of the 1850s, but something that rhymes. Now it’s reached the point where each side is TWANLOC to the other. Where the other side is seen not as not as political opponents, but as enemies. (Well the Left (with a very few honorable exceptions) has seen the Right as The Enemy for some time now, and the Right is starting to return the favor.)

        So the old mechanisms for limiting fraud have broken down.

        It would be darkly amusing to see massive GOP fraud happen happen this election, running headlong into the expected Dem fraud, except that a. it would probably trigger the Boog, and b. if there were plans for such GOP fraud, they would have been exposed by now.

      1. Was half suspecting I’d have to vote early, but was going to delay to last Friday (last possible day) because a contract I recently got might’ve started Monday this week. However it’s starting next week so I can make it later this morning.

        I’m a little concerned about one thing: I can vote anywhere in Harris County, though I’m walking over to a school close to me later this morning. Makes me wonder if more fuckery (as Larry put it) is afoot. We used to be limited to a specific location in our voting precinct.

          1. Well this time around there’s a printed ballot. You use a computer to make your votes, then you had to insert two sheets of some special-looking paper (it was a BIG ballot for this year) to print your votes onto and then turn it over to some scanner/box thing.

            Maybe Hidalgo is going to lose her phony baloney job this year.

  1. As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,
    I Make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place.
    Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

    We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
    That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
    But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
    So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

    We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
    Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market-Place.
    But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
    That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

    With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch
    They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch
    They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings.
    So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

    When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
    They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
    But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Heading said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”

    On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
    (Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
    Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”

    In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
    By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
    But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.”

    Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew,
    And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
    That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four —
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

            *  *  *  *  *

    As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man —
    There are only four things certain since Social Progress began —
    That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
    And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire —
    And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
    When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins
    As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn
    The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

  2. The lot of man is ceaseless labor,
    Or ceaseless idleness, which is still harder,
    Or irregular labour, which is not pleasant.
    I have trodden the winepress alone, and I know
    That it is hard to be really useful, resigning
    The things that men count for happiness, seeking
    The good deeds that lead to obscurity, accepting
    With equal face those that bring ignominy,
    The applause of all or the love of none.
    All men are ready to invest their money
    But most expect dividends.
    I say to you: Make perfect your will.
    I say: take no thought of the harvest,
    But only of proper sowing.

    The world turns and the world changes,
    But one thing does not change.
    In all of my years, one thing does not change,
    However you disguise it, this thing does not change:
    The perpetual struggle of Good and Evil.

  3. Yep, will, of course, vote tomorrow.

    Nope, not at all worried,

    I’m pretty sure how the vote will go, not so sure of how the vote count will go though. None the less the sun will most likely rise Wednesday morning and nobody ever promised us easy.

    1. Well, all that I can do is send my best wishes to Colorado – and hope that Alaska sends a Republican to the Senate this time around.

      I’ll be voting this afternoon. Got up in time to see the Red Moon, about to take daughter #2 to work (actually should be on the road right now, sigh…). Decent chance that the bald bull shitting carpetbagger will be sent packing.

  4. My best friend (barring my beloved) was a big Queen fan. She’s been gone almost three years. I miss her.

  5. I always like this part:

    A second flood, a simple famine
    Plagues of locusts everywhere
    Or a cataclysmic earthquake
    I’d accept with some despair
    But, no, you sent us Congress.
    Good God, sir, was that fair?

  6. I always like this part:

    A second flood, a simple famine
    Plagues of locusts everywhere
    Or a cataclysmic earthquake
    I’d accept with some despair
    But, no, you sent us Congress.
    Good God, sir, was that fair?

    1. Y’know, I’m not usually one for … plein-air amateur mural art… but that would look really nice grafitti’d on a prominent wall in several big cities.

  7. I’m following all of the above exhortations as best I can. Except the very last one. Hope you don’t mind if we all mostly ignore that one. 🙂

    Also, I discovered this the other day (hope nobody minds the repost)… Title of the song could translate loosely as “bad moon rising.” It’s a Jeremiad; a “you poor stupid suckers” kind of warning that I’m applying to the enemies of the republic.

  8. Sent my mail in ballot in a couple weeks ago. I didn’t want to vote early, but I didn’t have a choice this year. I will spend the rest of the day praying for our country.

    As for where I’m at:

    Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
    He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
    He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword:
    His truth is marching on.

    Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
    Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
    Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
    His truth is marching on.

    I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
    They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
    I can read the righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
    His day is marching on. [Refrain]

    He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
    He is sifting out the hearts of all before his judgment seat;
    O be swift, my soul, to answer him; be jubilant, my feet!
    Our God is marching on. [Refrain]

    In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
    With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me;
    As he died to make us holy, let us die that all be free!
    While God is marching on. [Refrain]

    1. Missed one stanza:

      I have read His fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel!
      “As ye deal with my contemners, so with you My grace shall deal!
      Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,”
      While God is marching on.

  9. Decided Oregon voting was parlous enough without involving USPS, and my wife dropped our ballots off in Eugene at the Lane County Board of Elections late today.

    Pray for the predominance of honest election officials.

    1. Dropped ours off at the box at Lane County offices on N. Delta last week. One of the cats kept making off with them. If I’d hid them from her, would have forgotten.

      I don’t know what measures or offices were on the ballot for Eugene proper, if any. We aren’t city (city keeps trying, they keep failing for 60 years that I know of).

      Not that Portland metro won’t decide things anyway. But here is hoping.

    2. I used the drop box just by the county clerk’s office. There’s a lawsuit against several counties, including our very red one, but that seems to be involved in ballot harvesting. There are other drop boxes, but the one by the senior center was vandalized when potshops in the county were up for a vote. (Ban in effect for the county, though some cities, including Flyover Falls, OK’d shops.)

      When we could leave the dog(s) alone at home, both of us would go, but I’m the designated shopper, so dropped off two ballots.

      Sign of the times: The freshly remodeled (still in progress, but largely completed) Fred Meyer (Kroger) has always had a few CCTV cameras, but now they a) have a bunch, and b) there’s lots of monitors showing just what the closest camera is seeing. [Muses about showing something relevant to 1984… OTOH, I can understand the concern. Merchandise walking (occasionally running) out of the store has been a problem. Just had a thought about labeling a shopping bag with “Ministry of Plenty”. Preferably a fairly small bag…]

      1. Technically we should have gone together. Not like we get out of the vehicle to feed the thing anyway. Hubby was golfing. Son was working. I was out running errands. I got the chore. Have not idea how hubby or son voted. They have no idea how I voted. We can guess how each other voted fairly accurately, but not know.

  10. Voted last week. Hawaii has all mail-in voting since 2020. Yes, it’s a cobalt blue state. Hopes for change here fall on deaf ears. Please include Hawaii citizens in our prayers for this great country. Aloha.

    1. Broad mail in voting needs to be ruled unconstitutional. Not sure how. Requiring Id when turning in ballots would be a start. Also would solve ballot harvesting. Not like son and hubby couldn’t take their own ballots in and drop them off, just “inconvenient” where for me it “was not out of my way” (much).

      1. Agreed. If necessary, $SPOUSE could do the trip, probably with a stop at JoAnn. I’ve gotten some strange looks shopping there for her stuff. 🙂

  11. They let us off early to vote if we want, so I plan to do it today for all the good it’s going to do down here in Butt Fruit Land…

  12. Something I may set to music, we’ll see. There’s a tune I’m not catching yet.

    What is the future? Is it something we can see?
    We cannot see the future, only watch it come to be.
    So lift high your candle, Let it flicker in the night.
    It will not be extinguished, not this tiny light.

    Others come together, a candle in each hand
    And a wave of fire sweeps across the land.
    A fire that burns nothing, but sheds light for all to see.
    A hundred thousand candles, lift high in silent memory.

    Will victory come with them? Or will the fight be slow?
    That future we can discover, but now we cannot known.
    We only can march forward, with a candle in our hand,
    Each step a battle, for home and hearth and land.

    They cannot snuff each candle. They cannot find them all.
    The light that shines the brightest, is the sum of them all.
    A single candle gutters, but another takes its place.
    A silent greeting mutters, from another stuborn face.

    And amid the sea of candles, another throng is found,
    A throng that walks in spirit, and in spirit it is bound.
    There the battle rages, as candles spread apace.
    Light has been kindled, as we this battle face.

    To us it has been given, to see the future through,
    To us it has been given, to build and build anew.
    Whether we can see the victory of the battle’s final blow,
    Or think the world has ended, there is yet more to show.

    So lift high your candle. Let it flicker in the night.
    They cannot all be shuttered, Not so many lights.
    Never fear the darkness. It will end in day.
    The future is before us. Let us bind the way.

    1. Try listening to the Dragonborn theme from the Skyrim soundtrack, it seems to fit. Entirely TOO well for my liking (I was just listening to the Mark Fowler version…. )

  13. Vote, and keep the words of Glenn Reynolds in mind: If it’s not close, they can’t cheat.

      1. Oh, I know they’ll cheat, that’s a given, but if the numbers are lopsided enough it will only amount to face-saving. “Look, we only lost by half a million votes, not the million they initially said!”

        1. They aren’t even waiting to 2 am this time around. Maricopa County just got sued because apparently their Democratic Party partisan poll-workers told people whose votes couldn’t be read by their “malfunctioning” machines to trash their ballots and go vote at a different location; however the voting system won’t actually let people do so; they needed to bring their ballot that couldn’t be counted to the other location and now they are unable to vote; given that those ballots on the Dominion machines can be read by the worker who will now who the votes are cast for….

          They aren’t even bothering to hide their efforts to outright steal control of Congress.

  14. 22 degrees with snow everywhere in North Idaho. Headed to my polling place after shower and brekky.
    We are winter soldiers indeed. 😊

    1. My polling place opens at 0800 and I got there at 0815. Place was standing room only and jumping with voters. And we have to almost give a drop of blood to prove who we are–security is fabulous. (North Idaho).

      God bless the Republic and her citizens. Regardless of outcome, we fight.

      1. This.

        I’ve been saying for a while I expect similar behavior to what the Spanish leftists pulled in the 1930s, but as our hostess said, look how that turned out for them.

  15. The newest narrative: there will be a “red mirage” tonight where it merely appears that the Republicans are winning but that the People’s Democratic Party of America will ultimately triumph.

    On the bright side, the Russian hacker storyline is coming back (as I predicted) and it will no longer be high treason to question some election results.

  16. Morning, the eighth of November and the delightful Mrs. and I have voted or… we did our best for Mom, apple pie, baseball, hotdogs, etc. and cast our ballots. There is an interesting amendment for the Iowa state constitution to ensure the right to bear arms and I’m interested in seeing how that comes out.

    1. Oregon has a restrictive ballot item up for vote #114:

      A “yes” vote supports this ballot initiative to:

      .*. require permits issued by local law enforcement to buy a firearm;
      .*. require photo ID, fingerprints, safety training, criminal background check, and fee payment to apply for a permit; and
      .*. prohibit manufacturing, importing, purchasing, selling, possessing, using, or transferring ammunition magazines capable of holding more than 10 rounds and make violations a class A misdemeanor.

      A “no” vote opposes this ballot initiative thereby maintaining no limit on the capacity of ammunition magazines, except for hunting, and the existing law, which requires a seller/transferor to request a background check before firearm purchase.

      I voted a big fat NO. Mom said she voted NO too. Pretty sure son and hubby voted NO too (but they haven’t said so don’t know for sure … but pretty sure both would have voted “OH HELL NO” if that had been the NO labeling).

      possessing, using, or transferring ammunition magazines capable of holding more than 10 rounds means the pond (where the canoe accident happened) will be illegal, if this passes.

      1. Something (WP?) seems to have eaten my reply. The indications are that #114 would not survive a 2nd Amendment challenge, since similar laws in New York have been overturned. I’m 90%+ sure the magazine restrictions were included in that strikedown.

        1. I hope so. Because I was not happy it met the initiative process. Not surprised. But not happy.

          Here is hoping it goes down in flames either straight up > 50% no votes, of the over 50% registered voters voted on it. Or because low turnout and not enough people bothered to vote on it.

          The magazine capacity is bad enough. But the finger printing, background check, permit process to even buy any gun? No. Just no. If passes, does that mean we have to have a permit to have the guns (lost in the canoe accident) already inherited (older than I am, but not antiques, newer than 1900) or purchased? All of us would qualify. But it puts us on the alphabet agencies radar, more than we might already be. If I’ve thought of this possibility, I guaranty someone in TPTB has.

      2. It’s a whole bunch worse than that, but I’ve done my politicking on 114 elsewhere.

        I’ll note that an Oregon Class A Misdemeanor is a $6250 fine and up to 364 days in jail.

        My wife went to an OR League of Women Voters election presentation; that lady, to my great surprise, recommended ‘NO’ on all the ballot measures; LWV is politically anti-gun, but they have separate ‘arms’.

          1. The generally left-leaning Redditors seem to post that way. Bad for BIPOC, too much power to police.

            But neither Reddit nor Twitter are the electorate, so 114 is still a possible ‘thing’.

      3. Another site noted that this proposal would require local Sheriffs’ departments to do the work, without providing them the money to do so, effectively defunding the Sheriffs’ departments, AND would prohibit transfers without such approvals, blocking sales and transfers of firearms for a year or two, putting all Oregon gun stores out of business.
        These *ssholes will shortly cause us to hate them as much as they hate us. I do not want to become that man, but I think that I may be left with no other choice.

  17. I texted youngest son last night to make sure he dropped off his ballot at a secure drop box. He replied: “I sold my ballot to a man named Olaf for a cheeseburger and a high five. Sweet deal!” And then a minute later: “Just kidding. I think his name was Ivan, or maybe Muhammed.” Then: “Yes mom. I voted.”

    The kids are all right. We’re going to come out of the storm clouds and into a shining new day.

  18. Interesting side note. I got an email today from Donald Trump Jr. in my gmail. First time in years. They’ve all previously gone to spam. Is there a scent of Musk in the air?

  19. C and I just got back from our polling place.

    If we’re going to refer to songs, I’d like some Who—“Won’t Get Fooled Again” and “Slip Kid” and for diversion “Now I’m a Farmer”—and Creedence Clearwater’s “Who’ll Stop the Rain” (with its line about “Five-year plans and New Deals, wrapped in golden chains”) and Steppenwolf’s “Monster/Suicide/America.”

    For poetry, Robinson Jeffers is worth a look, particularly the volume “Be Angry at the Sun,” which came out during World War II.

    That public men publish falsehoods
    Is nothing new. That America must accept
    Like the historical republics corruption and empire
    Has been known for years.

    Be angry at the sun for setting
    If these things anger you. Watch the wheel slope and turn;
    They are all bound on the wheel, these people, those warriors,
    This republic, Europe, Asia.

    Observe them gesticulating,
    Observe them going down. The gang serves lies, the passionate
    Man plays his part; the cold passion for truth
    Hunts in no pack.

    You are not Catullus, you know,
    To lampoon these crude sketches of Caesar.
    You are far from Dante’s feet, but farther still from his dirty
    Political hatreds.

    Let boys want pleasure, and men
    Struggle for power, and women perhaps for fame,
    And the servile to serve a leader and the dupes to be duped.
    Yours is not theirs.

  20. PJ Media’s morning briefing is a great piece on the usual shenanigans that Democrats pull in connection with elections:

    Sadly I think he is right about PA, I think in a fair election Oz wins, but we know that there will be hundreds of thousands of phony votes manufactured by Democrats in Philadelphia that will all somehow be for the vegetable Fetterman.

    I expect the same shenanigans the same places they occurred in 2022. After all, Democrats believe they are on a mission from their gods Marx/Mao/Stalin./Lenin

    1. Given how fast the Fetterman campaign was to launch a lawsuit to allow the deceased and non-existant, er, excuse me, those who failed to properly sign and mail ballots, to vote, yeah. They’re afraid if the fix Isn’t in.

      1. Good news is that apparently various lawsuits have forced Philadelphia to (manually, cumbersomely) reconcile absentee vs. in-person signatures to eliminate double votes.

        Officials in Pennsylvania’s most populous city imposed last-minute changes on Nov. 8 to ballot processing that could delay the vote count.

        In a 2–1 vote during a special meeting, the Philadelphia city commissioners decided to amend how ballots are processed.

        The change focuses on reconciliation, or reviewing absentee ballots and in-person votes to make sure people don’t cast duplicate votes.

        Facing pressure from a lawsuit, Commissioners Lisa Deeley, a Democrat, and Seth Bluestein, a Republican, voted to have reconciliation take place for ballots cast in the midterm elections.

  21. Winning the election is good, but it’s not a cure-all. It buys time. The real problems are deeper. What we need is have a system so that it doesn’t matter which idiot party is temporarly in charge. We can’t go on with every election being an existential life-or-death struggle. And that’s a much bigger challenge.

      1. Though this time they added the new wrinkle that election night is actually election week. Or month. Or season. Because math is hard.

  22. I voted. There’s a polling place on the way in from Day Job, so I went there instead of my usual. (Texas allows you to use any polling place in your county BUT you do have to show registration and photo ID. [Your own photo ID])

  23. Hey, you aren’t old you’re only a few months older that me! (Doggone if Monday didn’t kick my behind yesterday what with the time change and the early morning trip back to the big city U.)

    And I voted this a.m., prior to day job, myself. I probably just cancelled out younger’s votes made Saturday, but I am reassured by W. Churchhill’s axiom of political aging.

  24. Voted.
    Went shopping for food and staple supplies.
    Last year moved to a smaller town, in well-watered farm country, plus cattle, poultry, dairy, Amish / Mennonite truck farms, good medical nearby, not on any major State highways, etc.
    Planning to live well, and if it comes to me to do so, to die well.
    Holding on to my scrap of the Flag.

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