On their radar:

 As I have written before, they are not going to stop until Trump is dead. 

On Insanity & Weird Disturbances in the Force

 

Maybe I have this wrong.

OK, nobody's perfect and that certainly includes me. Maybe I'm not seeing something that everybody else does.

Saw a couple of Chlamydia's vids today, in between seeing my sister and her son for the first time in 25 years and I just don't get it.

Look at this one first. Does she look exhausted, wrung out, uncaring (and I mean about the election)? Like somebody who still doesn't really want to be where she is? I just don't see any kind of fire or even (dare I say?) joy. Just a kind of listless "Let's get it over with".

Now try this one. Same old word salad. I saw a little blurb of the debate where she started talking about let's talk about one of her big ideas and there were no specifics. I don't think she has the mind (I'm serious here) for real political discourse and it's making itself clear. She can talk platitudes, but she herself has nothing to back it up in terms of being able to articulate an idea. We are talking even worse than Brandon and his hate-filled tirades.

Something else beside more word salad. Am I wrong or does she catch herself in an alcohol-tinged moment? If I'm wrong, let me know.

This does not seem to me a woman neck and neck with Donald Trump. She seems like she knows it's over and just doesn't care. It was a lot of fun for 4 years, but that was then.

On Questions Not Asked & Answered

 

Goes to show you never can tell.

Funny thing, Fake News was trying to convince the world Chlamydiya killed it the debate. They were talking about a lead in the polls of 23 points, making it sound like one of those Saddam elections where he took 99% of the vote and the other 1% was unavailable for comment.

Now all they can talk about is some feud between MTG and Laura Loomer (this time they've gone too far) or how those nice Hatians* in Springfield OH really aren't eating everybody's tabby. The city fathers swear up and down it ain't true, even though Governor DeWidiot is sending the state fuzz there (to protect the Hatians, of course). Now we learn people are being driven out of their homes and replacing them with Haitians and that the Biden-Harris government is paying them to do it.

Now I thought Chlamydia did just swell. Fake News said so. Now we hear she had to bus people into her NC rally. And that's about all we hear. In 2 days, she has disappeared from the headlines.

Funny that.

The Donald, for a guy who just got creamed, says no more debates, even though Chlamydia says she wants one. He's saying the polls are going his way (we shall see). And the lawfare is going his way. 2 counts have been dropped from Fanny's suit in GA.

*For those who don't know their history, Haiti was only stable (sort of) under the French. Once the French were driven out, thanks to the Napoleonic Wars, votes were measured by the severed heads of the opposition, one "Emperor" was literally torn to pieces by a mob, and it is, and has been, the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere.

On Decisions, Decisions & Forks in the Road

 

There's a man with a gun over there, telling me I got to beware

I think I may have just had an artistic inspration. Either that or the Legionnaire's and the pneumonia are making one last stand.

We've all heard about the shootings in GA and KY. The kid in GA was another gender, like most of the rest this year. The guy in KY we don't know AFAIK.

We have the Great Debate tomorrow and we know Chlamydia wants to void the 2nd and 9th Amendments (if she even knows they exist), so she will get up on her hobby horse. So, yeah, all the MK Ultras and the rest of the 5th Columnists are being activated (Raymond Shaw is the kindest, warmest, most wonderful human being I've ever known in my life) for one last push (Why don't you pass the time by playing a little solitaire?).

I don't think it's going to work, but, if I were Christopher Wray, I'd have a plane warming up all the time between now and Goundhog Day.

On Moving to Red & Putting Pieces Together

 

This spring I put together two sets of squares to form the above pair of tablemats. Hand pieced and machine quilted, I'd made them to accompany a monetary wedding gift for a nephew and his new bride.  My hope was to create something real and tangible that reflected my heart and conveyed my enjoyment of beauty and order, pattern and color, freedom and choice.  Like the money, the mats were sent with love, and are now theirs to do with as they wish.  Whether they end up liking them, using them or sending them elsewhere, the process and the result brought me purpose and pleasure.   

In order to get through these next few months of election uncertainty, I decided this week to start putting together another set of tablemats.  Only this time, I'll be making them for our use with a focus on red, the color of Trump's tie and our kitchen/dining area.  I'm in need of something physical and forward moving to do apart from entering into political spin searching the chaos for news and clues that makes sense.  A project like this will provide something tangible to focus on, and yield results that aren't subject to the whims and control of others.  Just me, deciding what I like and putting the pieces together one stitch at a time.  

On Leaps, Bounds & Into the Fray

 

To the surprise of absolutely no one.

 I think this has been alluded to before, but it now seems to be taking form. After denying security to the Trump campaign on the day of the Butler shooting, Homeland Security threw in 1000 or so untrained agents with only a 2 hour briefing fraught with technical problems.

So we have a fall guy, whose parents were known to the FIB, cremated after photos show none of the evidence of a rifle round(s) to the head, whose house was swept clean by the time local authorities were allowed to enter almost a full day afterward.

We have forensic evidence indicating 3 or 4 shooters with at least 3 people in a position to open fire and visual confirmation by multiple civilians, including video recording.

Keep your powder dry. This ain't over yet.

On Fan Tales & Color Shifting Camouflage