Election Day in Dunwich

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Election Day was my first day at my new gig as Dunwich Deputy Election Scourge.  My job was to apply a gigavolt prod to the Great Old One voters to keep them moving in the chutes.  To some people this might seem a little odd.  Well, most towns don’t have Great Old Ones (GOO) as a component of the voting population.  These must be given their own separate line and voting booths and kept under tight control or they would escape the line and begin eating the humans.

Things went very well all morning and at 4 pm I was starting to think we’d get through the day without any trouble but at 4:20 pm we had our first incident.  One of the high school ballot checkers foolishly leaned up against the steel sides of the chute while drinking a Diet Pepsi.  A tentacle wrapped around her ankles and dragged most of her through the space between the steel guard rails.  Four nearby scourges began firing on the GOO with their prods while the Chief Scourge shouted in an Australian accent, “Shoot her, shoot her.”  But it was all for naught.  The ballot checker had long since disappeared into the florescent green maw of the GOO, never to be seen again.  All that remained of her was a dismembered hand with shiny blue nail polish still holding a bottle of Diet Pepsi.  The clean up crew kept carefully outside of the safety lines that surrounded the chute.  Needless to say, morale amongst the election checkers plummeted.  Buffy had been a popular member of the team and would be missed at the high school senior prom.

But we redoubled our vigilance and kept a close watch on the younger volunteers to prevent another regrettable incident.  When it was 7:50 I began to think we were out of the woods.  But in the final minutes, disaster struck again.  A final GOO entered the chute and headed for the checker area.  When the Checker went through the list there was no record of Azathoth (sometimes referred to as the “Blind Idiot God”) ever having registered in Dunwich.  This was not well received by that symbol of primordial chaos.  But before the checker had a chance to state that same day registration was now a reality in Dunwich, the monstrous nuclear chaos from beyond angled space punched a ten-foot hole through the hardened titanium wall and flattened the unfortunate checker into the concrete floor with an invisible limb.  It then began pulsing energy in all directions, preparatory to collapsing time-space and thereby forcing Earth through a singularity.

Before we retreated out the rathole I punched the upload button to preserve the ballot data.  Then I hit the timer for the tactical nuke and released the goat blood into the floor trough to distract the GOO and give us a chance to escape.  One minute later the bunker we had entered was buffeted by the fifty-kiloton detonation.  A few minutes later we exited by another tunnel that opened about five miles from ground zero and we proceeded above ground to election HQ to fill out the paperwork and tally the votes.

An irate state election rep who had received a complaint from Cthulhu called to officially chastise the town for gross discrimination against a protected class (GOOs), levy a fine and strip us of our status as a sanctuary city.  We absorbed this abuse, finished up the election tally, submitted it to the state and to the press, licked our wounds and headed home for a very late dinner.  Well at least Azathoth didn’t get to vote.  That bugger is a well known progressive and it was already a pretty bad night for the Right so every little bit helps.  Some of the Republican Town Committee tried to blame this on Trump.  You can’t please some people.

Politics sucks.  Next year I’m hoping to get on the town road crew instead.  It doesn’t pay as well but they don’t have to wear radiation badges and necklaces of garlic and wolfsbane.  So you have to take that into consideration.

Progressives really are monsters when it comes right down to it.

String Theorists – The Snake Oil Salesmen of Theoretical Physics

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This video is a “debate” between a string theorist and two actual physicists (including a Nobel Laureate) over the legitimacy of the multiverse model of reality.  It’s really quite embarrassing.  The string guy sounds like a penny stock broker trying to hawk his wares by touting the “research” that is just around the corner and right at the edge of proving all the ridiculous tenets of his unprovable or inconsistent or even haphazard concepts.

The other two physicists and the moderator all seem exasperated by repeatedly slapping down both the substance of his argument and the sleight of hand attempts to conflate the standard understanding of quantum mechanics with the string theory basis for the multiverse model.  In fact, these physicists provide arguments against both of these things separately and still the string guy keeps on coming up with cutesy analogies for using space-based probes to look for the equivalent of the “ultrasound image of the gestating baby universe in the first microseconds after the Big Bang.”  He even manages to talk about the umbilical cord of this fetal universe.  It’s beyond silly.

If you’re interested in watching a string theorist getting slapped around this video might be of interest to you.  I know I enjoyed it.  String theory seems to be the physics equivalent of communism.  It’s a theory that has never worked but provides its practitioners with a funhouse version of reality that they can bloviate about and if they manage to get put in charge of resources waste them endlessly until they bankrupt their host.

Highly amusing.  I was especially amused to hear that the string guy works at my alma mater.  Ah, the pride is back.

2022 Elections Provide Clarity

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I emerge from my election induced isolation to view the political state of the country in a shambles.  The Red Wave evaporated through some combination of fraud and partisan destiny.  The full horror is not yet on display due to the new absentee and vote by mail fraud options that have been put in place.  But more than enough is known to confirm that Republicans will no longer be able to win strong majorities in the Congress.  I say this because as I’ve stated many times before in 2022, they were running with the strongest conditions in their favor they could possibly hope for.  Runaway inflation, the recent memory of COVID fascism, obvious military incompetence, shortages of foods and essential consumer products along with a president whose favorability rating was running around 40% was a perfect storm that should have guaranteed a tidal wave of congressional gains in the mid-term elections.  This did not occur.

When the dust settles it looks like they’ll take over the House.  The Senate will probably remain with the Democrats or at best will have a one-seat Republican majority.  By my calculus this means the political balance is now shifted to the Democrats for the foreseeable future.  I now acknowledge the dissident right’s mantra, “We’re not going to vote our way out of this.”

Admitting this is not an easy thing to do.  It limits the options for the future and leaves a lot of poor choices as the best-case scenarios.  But being honest about the reality of the world we live in is the smartest choice and in the long run the choice that will provide the best outcome for me.  So, there it is.

This is just the beginning of the morning after analysis.  I’ll wait for the dust to settle before going into any detailed analysis of whether it was fraud or partisan advantage.  It’ll take a while for the fraud machines in Pennsylvania, Arizona, Wisconsin and Georgia to print out all those fake ballots and tabulate them.  And that’s fine.  It doesn’t much matter how the breakdown turns out.  It might be interesting to know the details but it won’t change anything substantive.  But it will provide some additional information on the system in place.

And it will take additional time for me to begin analyzing how this new reality affects my plans for the future.  What it means is that all my options involve evaluating different local conditions and the way they’ll be affected by the Democrats permanently dominating the federal government.  This will be the trickiest part of the calculus.  After all, what does a man such as Ron DeSantis do with his local authority in Florida?  Does he openly defy the federal government when they go after his challenges to their social justice agenda?  Or does he hunker down and play ball with the feds?

Well, it’s a bleak morning.  I won’t pretend it isn’t.  But as it is written, “the truth shall make you free.”  And truth is what we need in copious quantities.  No more false hopes, no more rose-tinted glasses.  The harsh, daylight of the ugly morning after.  Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on.

07NOV2022 – OCF Update – Election Overload

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So today I was at the election setup from early morning till night.  Coming home by the light of the bright full moon I was decidedly overwhelmed at the prospect of another thirty hours of this relentless marathon.  I’ll be very glad when it’s in the past.

Posting today and tomorrow will be by necessity minimal.  But after tomorrow and a good night’s sleep things will return to normal and I’ll have something to say about the results of the election and what that means to us all.

So bear with me and we’ll get back together soon.