How To React?

 The Supreme Court, which was the only arbiter for a state to sue another state, made what I consider a terrible mistake by refusing the law suit under the reason of "standing". I can see the reluctance, but to fail to offer a remedy can only be considered either a willingness to allow an overthrow of the Constitution, or cowardice. Evidence points toward fraud, which in an election of this magnitude, demands a halt to procedures to determine a remedy.

If things continue as they are, there are only two choices: accept the illegal results, or find another avenue of preventing Biden from the office of President. There are tens of millions unwilling for Biden to become President, and they are looking to Trump for a solution. He has two: continue the fight in courts, which won't change Biden's presidency, since the Supreme Court punted. The other is the Insurrection Act. If he chooses the latter, and he'll have the backbone of the nation behind him to prevent Biden from being allowed to continue his sedition with China. 

We'll see how this turns out, but regardless, the Supreme Court has become a useless group of pathetic judges unwilling to fight for the United States. Any one, or group, could have issued an injunction, told Roberts to shove it up his ass, and have the legacy of a patriot. 

Early Morning Quiet

 Without the demand to keep a schedule, my sleeping habits haven't really changed, but awakening is different. What I do after I awake has no pressure to accomplish something, or the demand to not disturb my sleeping schedule with the consequence of being sleep deprived on Monday. 

I awoke about 3:00 am, made some hot tea, and went out on the porch. The night was the type of still that only living in a rural area can provide. The cold night air was only a stirring that changed directions as I sat. The air had the smell of impending rain, and the sudden cooling of the breeze confirmed showers were about to arrive, or were passing closely. 

As I sat, a lone dog barked in the distance; the bark of concern, and surprise. Something disturbed its sleep, and it was voicing its concern. It continued for awhile, and stopped to reveal a quiet I missed while living in a city. There was no rumble of a refinery, the passing of a car, or the noises of an awakening city. It was the quiet that a conversation could have been heard from hundreds of feet, or would reveal the sound of footsteps from far away. 

I've spent all of my adult life with thoughts about what I need to have ready, or worrying if I missed something that would lead to disaster on the job. A vacation would offer some relief, but I knew there would be some overlooked item that need to be caught up on, when I returned. 

A phone call from work was always dreaded, because it was never to announce something good. A phone call from one of my employees rarely was to ask for clarity on where to be on Monday. Their phone usually meant juggling tasks on Monday due to their "forgotten" appointment, or their illness. 

I like this new freedom, and I like the quiet of the night. I'll enjoy them both, and allow my years of stress to drain away. 

Bump In The Night

 Last night, we had a cold front push through. Like most this time of the year, there was little lightening, and a few brief, heavy showers. As it passed through, I fell asleep. 

At about 2:00 am, a loud thud against the side of the house woke me up. I sat for a few moments, listened for the anticipated low rumble of the remainder of the thunder, and soon realized the thud was from something else. 

I got out of bed, dressed, grabbed the spotlight, and went out to see what there was to see. It was quiet as I stepped onto the porch. There was a light breezed from the North, and the sky was brilliant with stars. 

I scanned the pond behind the house, and it was empty. The ducks and geese weren't to be found, which is unusual. I walked around the side of the house and found a mallard looking somewhat dazed, and not moving away very fast. That made me wonder if it had flown into the house, which led to me trying to analyze what would cause it to do so. 

I scanned the pond again. It was still empty. So were the usual spots where the ducks and geese roosted. This was odd, so I turned to scan the front yard. The geese were standing in the middle of the yard, on alert and nervous. 

This was all strange, and my immediate thought was there was a predator about. I scanned the pond again. There were two close-set golden eyes behind a shape near the water. As I watched, something slipped into the water, and started swimming. The golden eyes were still visible as it made its way to the near bank. I couldn't see if for a few moments, so I waited for it to appear again. 

I was soon rewarded for my patience. An adult otter slipped up the bank, turned toward me for a few seconds, and waddled off of until it was out of sight. 

I've seen otters in isolated areas away from most humans, so this was a first. There are houses all around the area, plenty of dogs, fences to circumnavigate, and the nearest stream is about a half mile away. They usually don't predate ducks, so I'm assuming the rain led to the crawfish to clear their holes and they were easy prey for the otter. 

I'll be watching for a reappearance, which may never happen. Still, it's an interesting thing, and a little surprising. 

Moving On

 I officially retired this afternoon. I turned in my truck, keys, credit cards, and phone. Since there was nobody at the office, I just locked the door on my way out, closed the gate, and forever was finished with a 43 year career in construction. In a way, it was bittersweet. In another, it was like having a doctor tell you "You're in perfect health, and should live many more years.". 

I had some thoughts about what's next, but realized that was way too much to think about right now, since the pressure of having to be twenty steps in front of everything on a project takes a toll over the years. It's time to rest, reflect, and adapt. The race is over, and I managed to stay in front of most of the pack. I'll enjoy finishing, and being a spectator for now. 

We'll Just Vote Them Out

 For years, the recommended solution for getting rid of pus-gut, lying bags of excrement politicians was to vote them out. That, since elections have been stolen for decades, is a wasted motion. Only a foolish person agrees there is integrity in the process of voting, and the solution for stopping fraud - such as identification, and in-person voting - is always ignored by the politicians that profit from fraud. That, and with electronic voting, the software is only as honest at the dishonest people that have access. 

So, what is the solution? Severe penalties for those caught cheating. Not a light sentence, such as probation, but a punishment that means they spend the majority of their adult life in prison. That, and the willingness to negate any election where any fraud is found to have occurred.

Will this mess ever be cleaned up? I don't know, but it's more than necessary to remove the ability for the criminal elements to sway elections. In my opinion, they should face the death penalty for their crimes. Vote fraud at the federal level exposes the country to the enemies that are trying to destroy the Republic. We've went to war for less.