"I would like to congratulate Willie Mays on his 90th Birthday! I long remember when he gave me my golden ticket and I enjoyed all of his fabulous candy. I believe he eventually went on to found Girdadella chocolates a landmark company in San Francisco,. Say Hey Willie!"
OK, batfans, know I'm preaching to the choir, albeit one tired of hearing it, but I think this stuff is important.
First, we have a video. I hate having to watch videos because they disturb the house and you can't carry them around like hard copy (or Geraldo or A Current Affair).
This, however, is different. This kid is what Barry Ozero was supposed to be. Not only is is bright, clean, articulate, and without a trace of negro dialect, but he's actually smart, he actually thinks for himself, he actually researches stuff.
Talk about my kinda guy.
But now to the tape. He shows us how the fix was put in. And then he talks about how the Constitution protects us from this. But, best of all, he gets mad. Mad at the party hacks called judges who refused to hear these cases all across the country because we are being robbed of our rights.
His channel on YouTube is Behizy. He is going after all the states involved in different videos; AZ, especially, but also GA and PA. I urge you all to take a gander.
OK, this second item is off Gateway. And this is very nifty.
You may or may not remember how PA had to admit that, in the last election, it came out with 200,000 more votes than voters. Now multiply that by 20.
So we get news from Gateway that the Census, which is supposed to be the Voice On High for vote tallies (Gateway shows that's pretty much a crock) is 4 million votes short of what is claimed to be the official tally.
And, yes, Virginia, it gets better. If Donald Trump got 74 million votes, according to Fake News, supposedly, the lying dogfaced pony soldier got 80 mil, right?
For that to happen, of the 255 million Americans of the voting age population in '19 (add maybe 3 mil for '20), of which 60% of them would have had to have been registered (also according to the Census), to get ~153 million votes cast, there would have had to have been 100% turnout.
Statistical impossibility, right?
So, why is this all important. We all know the Lefties running the clown car in DC have been doing stuff that is already making life in this country bad on a geometric scale.
And it's going to get worse. Gas prices are going up. Commodity prices are already up 3.5%. The lying dogfaced pony soldier may not understand that stuff because he's lived off government his whole life, but the average working stiff does. The fearmongering about Bat Soup Complaint goes on and now we're told to watch out for all those variants.
The lockdown persists, Deep State Dwarf says we'll be wearing masks forever, and people are going stir crazy, witness all the mass shootings.
BLM and Antifa are the Demos' SA.
By summer, I think this country is going to be looking for another alternative to the lying dogfaced pony soldier. And, no, I don't think it's Chlamydia. Even the Demos seem to be worried about her. You see Heels Up even less than FICUS.
And the first time you have not only another Ashli Babbitt, you'll have another Rosanne Boyland, Benjamin Phillips, and Kevin Greeson, and maybe more.
And Trump's announced he's going to start up the MAGA rallies again.
The truth is coming out and, even at Insty, you're seeing a lot more attention paid to the Democrats, going back 100 years, who got us in this mess.
But that kid at Behizy. Young, black, and he's not shilling for the Demos. He's the future, I think.
From Oglaf, the go-to webcomic for those of us whose sense of humor was arrested at the twelve-year-old-geek stage.
I laughed out loud when I found this at Powerline. I was in the middle of writing about Michigan's Backorders and Vaccuous Challenges. And there it was: Creativity, Lived Reality, and a Political Mayday all portrayed in one half empty or half full glass! You decide.
Other Connecting Opinions on the Matter, Overheard at Levity:
"Warm weather is coming. And I think it's going to get hot."
"This crap is pushing me towards..."
We fired up the old orange lawn tractor yesterday to mow the lawn for the first time and mulch up the leftover leaves. Thankfully it started, as it usually does, like a champ on the first try. Good thing too, as word is the price for this year's best selling model of orange riding mower just went up another $500. And the stashed mower inventory, intended to last through June, is on the verge of being depleted. While Michiganders are big into self-reliance these days, with sales to match, there’s not enough inventory available to meet demand. Metal store fixtures needed to expand and open new locations are through the roof pricewise and difficult to find. Office equipment is also on the rise, with computers similar in style to those purchased six months ago, now up another $900+ and on backorder. Michigan stores specializing in outdoor adventure equipment and vehicles can’t get stock in to sell. Polaris UTVs, normally parked like ducks on the lawns at MI dealerships in May, are nowhere to be found, with delivery dates on paid orders out 4-6 months. And new Ford Trucks assembled in Detroit are currently being stashed in parking lots, awaiting an essential computer chip before full assembly can be completed.
Michigan is currently experiencing a severe shortage of tech, trade and service workers with 2000 jobs open in our county alone and no one available to fill them. Our local pizza shop began closing on Tuesdays due to lack of workers, and this week the neighboring Taco Bell, which has had a steady stream of income from take-out traffic since the shut-down, had to close for a day due to lack of staff. While all this may sound small and random, they're indicative of significant changes to the bigger picture here in MI and elsewhere that are starting to add up.
55% of Michiganders (4,453,304 residents), plus two weeks
Allows in-person work for all sectors of business.
60% of Michiganders (4,858,150 residents), plus two weeks
Increases indoor capacity at sports stadiums to 25%.
Increases indoor capacity at conference centers/banquet halls/funeral homes to 25%.
Increases capacity at exercise facilities and gyms to 50%.
Lifts the curfew on restaurants and bars.
65% of Michiganders (5,262,996 residents), plus two weeks
Lifts all indoor % capacity limits, requiring only social distancing between parties.
Further relaxes limits on residential social gatherings.
70% of Michiganders (5,667,842 residents), plus two weeks
Lifts the Gatherings and Face Masks Order such that MDHHS will no longer employ broad mitigation measures unless unanticipated circumstances arise, such as the spread of vaccine-resistant variants.
Sixty's talk about his beloved big bamboo put me in a mood for some vintage Cheech and Chong. Their second album, called "Big Bambu," hit the record shelves in 1972, just around the time I hit middle school. It was perfect puerile fodder for imitation. I used to know these skits by heart and could recite them doing all the voices. Good times.
The online presence of a number of commenters whose stories and opinions I’d been reading for years (more than ten for some of them) was suddenly gone. What followed was a lot of missing. Missing that included recall of some of the familiar memes and themes presented in the past; along with some recognizable moments in the present that appeared to tie in to the known interests, issues and concerns others had expressed. Among them, an Egyptian Cat, a Food Story (with pics) on Salt, a Recall of Butter Moments, along with other Signs and Wonders.
From there, thoughts on Egypt and Leave-taking brought me back to the story of the Israelite’s Exodus, where they reached the desert part of their journey and started to remember with longing some of the good left behind, to include memories of the cucumbers, melons, leeks, onions and garlic they’d enjoyed while enslaved. This happened while they were experiencing the ongoing and everyday sameness of daily provision received in the seemingly miraculous form of manna. The story, recorded in Numbers 11, is intriguing. Even though Moses and Yahweh both start off on the same page, Moses reaches the end of his rope first, and lets fly with the ancient version of “Just kill me now if this is how it’s going to go!”, while Yahweh responds to the grumbling, discouragement and lack of trust with “What? You think my arm is too short?” When all is said and done, a solution (albeit with consequences) involving a different kind of provision is found, and the journey continues on toward the Promise of Something More in the face of loss and change.
I experienced something similar this week after coming across the addition of an emailed comment on a recent Althouse post. It was written by someone whose opinions I’d come to regard as thoughtful and thought-provoking over the years. And finding it brought back a sense of familiar connection; while also providing meat from the sky with the recommendation of a new book out, written by a 95 year old German theologian, entitled Resurrected to Eternity: On Dying and Rising.
Fifteen years ago, following my younger brother’s death from blood clots and anaphylactic shock after taking a newly approved antibiotic (one later given three black box FDA warnings), I was left looking for a way to process that death and loss. At that point, the religious teachings I’d received and held in the past left me with more questions than answers. And that prompted me to set aside the boxed set of what I thought I knew and believed, and start looking for more. I started by reading collected accounts of Near Death Experiences from a variety of people with different backgrounds and religious beliefs. Then, with the impending death of my mom coming down the pike, I expanded that reading to books about death written by doctors, nurses and hospice workers, which meshed with some of the mysteries and oddities I encountered with her, including her conversations with deceased loved ones just prior to the start of morphine and her passing.
All of this to say, I ordered the book in the hope it might hold a helpful thought or two to consider, and possibly add to the collection of beliefs, experiences and hopes I now hold. If it doesn’t, I’ll set it out as meat for another to try by leaving it in the Little Library Box near the studio.
The expression on the face of the embalmed Egyptian cat below, who appears to be looking for the next box to jump into in the Great Beyond, portrays how I’ve often felt in my own search for more on that subject.
