Wave
Red Bye-Bye!
Do I have any secret data that assures me that the
House and Senate will remain in the hands of the
Democrats once the GOP quits playing games with the
mid-term vote-count (probably around Christmas)?
No.
But an electorate that has been bizarrely, very bizarrely,
spilt 50-50 for the past several decades HAS to be
leaning
bit
farther left thanks to armies of women who foresee
a future that doesn't involve red cloaks and forced
breeding. And they'll be there voting blue, no doubt.
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It's absolutely not a reach to say that with every
new Democrat we elect to Congress our schoolchildren
are a little bit safer.
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Elon Musk today fired Twitter's entire Human Rights
team. That makes sense as he doesn't know what a human
is.
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What odd timing North Korea is exhibiting by increasing
tension in the world by firing missiles and launching
warplanes.
You know, right before the U.S. mid-terms.
Purely coincidence, I'm sure.
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Personal Story: I'm older than old dirt but 30 years
ago I replaced all the shingles on the roof on
my house, mostly by myself but
also with the help of a couple of friends who came
by one afternoon and drank all the good beer. I'm blessed
to have a one-story house with a very low-pitched roof.
That,
and a single gable with only a coulple of small hips
and
no valleys
makes
the process simple enough even a lout like me to accomplish.
These past two weeks I've been been re-shingling the
same roof again. I'm very surprised that the bargain-basement
shingles I nailed in place in the 90s held up this
long, but it was time for the second shift.
That I managed the deed without falling off the roof
or straining/breaking a major muscle group is no doubt
testiment to my regular workout routine and many parts
luck. This is, hopefully,
the last reshingling this house will ever need.
So now that I don't have to worry over the passing
of every major weather event, like the one we just
had today in North Texas, I can pay a bit more attention
to politics again.
So... what have I missed?
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On Sunday, November 6th, approximately 24 hours
after I write this, I will have advanced another year
in age. It is, coincidentally, the end of daylight
savings time but unfortunately only the clock goes
back in time that day, not yours truly.
Currently I'm a
prime number, which is pretty cool, but tomorrow my
age will be evenly divided by any number of common
integers and quite a few disgusting little fractions
besides.
I expect, as a reward for having not killed myself
along the way, to be wined, dined, caked and laid. Not
necessarily in that order.
But, more than anything,
my birthday
wish is for Democrats to hold all three branches
of government as the sun rises on the 9th. And a spanking.
Lots of spanking.
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Additional temporal musings:
If humans lived on a planet which took 200 years to
circle its sun no one would live long enough to celebrate
a birthday.
If humans could live forever notating the passage of
the years would be meaningless.
If you multiply your age by 365 that's approximately
how many dumps you've taken in your life.
My current age is a prime number. Tomorrow it will
divisible by a prime number.
Okay, that's it.
=Lefty=
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