Today I finished up a weeklong marathon project that really made my life a misery and seriously cut into my on-line time to the detriment of this site.
Whew!!!
So here I am looking around and I see…
The same crap as the week before!
Hmmm.
Okay, there’s a claim that Biden’s poll numbers have gone up a point or maybe two. Let’s grant that. But his swing state numbers, both with and without third party candidates are the same or maybe even a little bit worse than before. And inflation has gotten worse but the disastrous housing market is forcing the Fed to drop interest rates to try and generate some good news for Biden. Which will make the inflation worse still.
And the Zoomers are really angry about Gaza.
Apparently, the big tent party is beginning to turn on its Jewish contingent because of Biden’s support for the Gaza War. And this is causing pundits like the Ragin’ Cajun James Carville to hit the panic button. His exact words were:
“I’ve been very vocal about this,” Carville said. “It’s horrifying, our numbers among younger voters, particularly younger Blacks, younger Latinos … younger people of color. Particularly males. We’re not shedding them, they’re leaving in droves,” he added.”
So, Biden has lots of election problems because the country has lots of problems and it’s too late to fix them before November.
And the border crisis is worse than ever and the criminal aliens are in the news every day. And the cities are becoming war zones.
And now ships are crashing into bridges and destroying them. I mean, you can’t make this stuff up!
Sure, this is more of the same. But it’s like a train crash. Once you’ve discovered that you have no brakes and you’re closer than some minimum distance “x” then you can’t avoid the crash. But the closer you get to the impact the more terrifying is the view from the engineer’s seat. So, I’m sure whoever is running the Biden campaign is in daily contact with the voting officials in Pennsylvania figuring out if they can add an extra five million votes to the Biden total on Election Day.
Well, enough election crap. Instead something nearer and dearer to my heart; my novel (The American Archipelago: Book 1 – The Sniper). Thanks to all who’ve been reading along and special thanks to those who have provided feedback. Honest criticism is extremely valuable when you’re trying to make a story attractive to the publishers and compelling for the readers.
Anyone who has a taste for dystopian science fiction, I ask that you give it a whirl and leave some comments that reflect your take on the story, positive or negative. And the more specific the better.
Here in Dunwich the weird is the rule and the weather is no exception to this. It’s supposed to snow tonight and then rain will freeze up tomorrow night and create a Class IV Kill Storm. So tomorrow, after helping Camera Girl navigate the frozen tundra, we’ll probably hunker down and enjoy the sounds of squealing brakes and screeching cries on the road outside as the black ice claims numberless victims on the crater strewn back roads of Dunwich. Afterward I’ll go out for the traditional gathering of the pocket change from the bodies of the crash victims and I’ll return as a conquering hero (of sorts) as I dole out this largesse to my minions (dog one and dog two) in the form of low-quality pressed rawhide that I purchase on the websites of third world competitors of Amazon dot com.
I’ve often wondered what would happen if a prolonged storm cut off the supply of these “treats.” I fear that my minions might notice that there is a disturbing similarity between pressed rawhide and, well, me! Me thinks Dog One has a lean hungry look about him. Such minions are dangerous.
Well, anyway, enough yammering. I’m back and on the job.
Biden poll numbers going up is a figment of the MSM delusional imagination.
Those billionaire donors have to be soothed from time to time or they’ll stop writing checks. And the pollsters have to get their money’s worth out of those robo-call systems they bought.
I grew up not too far from Dunwich; Danvers, MA, better known among the arcana-read as the real site of the Salem Witch trials. Back then it was known as Salem Village, while modern Salem was Salem Towne. Growing up I noticed that when a storm was forecast to bring, say nine inches of snow, we got 12. Or a Foot was forecast and we got 18 inches. I* finally had a chance to put this question to no less than Don Kent, meteorologist at WBZ-TV. He looked me in the eye and said “You’re from Danvers aren’t you?” I… Read more »
The First Selectman sends his greetings to his cousins on the shore and hopes they are enjoying the weather they ordered a while back from his cousin. Gurgle, glug, gurgle, gurgle glug glug glug.