What's wrong with some of these states?

Florida is the third largest state in the Union and they have their election results done and over with by midnight. 

When they have a PA Lottery drawing inside of a few seconds not only do they know that there's a winner but they even know what store sold the winning ticket.

It's been damned near two weeks and some states are still farting around counting ballots. I know PA and CA still are and I believe IA,  AK, OH. 

It's a damned joke. Needless to say, the longer they take the greater the chance of a steal. 

I know that I voted electronically and the results of my precinct were probably available a few minutes after the polls closed. Taking into consideration that they may have closed a little late because policy is that anyone in line before 2000 gets to vote, it may not be until maybe 2100 or 2200 at the latest. 

We should have had 100% results by 0600 7 November. 

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John Fetterman doesn't believe in fair and impartial elections by his own admission.

He just said it was OK for the Bucks County to ignore the PA Supreme Court order to stop counting late and unsigned votes.

While we are at it, Governor Josh Shapiro is another unindicted co-conspirator in the current attempted steal. He's currently governor and hasn't lifted a finger to stop it.

As of now we have no fair and honest elections in PA.

It certainly looks that way.

Come the day before Thanksgiving we shall see what we shall see.

Still, win, lose or draw, a board of elections disobeying a Supreme Court order is prima facia proof that we have unfair elections in PA. We have unfair elections in Bucks County and it's all or nothing because things like this spread and eventually it will work its  way until no counties provide free elections.

 

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One of my favorite crackpots is Burt Monro.

from New Zealand who set the worlds land speed record in it's category on a 1920 Indian motorcycle. The record still stands.

There was a movie about him in the early 20s and I suppose they tried to do him justice and they probably did. The movie was named The World's Fastest Indian and it is about a man and his passion.

Years ago on this blog I followed yet another passionate crackpot that tried to set a land speed piston driven (in his class) record in a garage built hot rod of some sort. 

Here it is. https://piccoloshash.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-of-things-that-amuse-me-greatly.html

I wonder if the guy I wrote about 14 years ago ever broke 175 in his class.

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Has anyone bothered to notice

that 99+% of the women that are going to refuse sex to men because Trump got elected are the woman you wouldn't want to have sex with in the first place?

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Today is a pain in the a$$.

A three or four hour job just turned into a week long project.

Maybe longer. 

It started with a dripping faucet and involves a woman making up her mind which faucet to use and while we're at it, lets replace the laundry tub.

In other news Bucks County is illegally counting ineligible votes.

There's going to be a recount and my money is we're going to be stuck with Casey for another six long years.

The fix is in.

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The ritual. Sleeping with an orange cat.

If I didn't have the cat I suppose going to sleep would be a lot simpler.

Climb into bed, don the CPAP, light it off, pull up the covers and simply doze off.

 

But I do have an orange cat so the drill changes entirely. Kitty knows I am going to go to bed in about an hour so he jumps up on the bed and goes to sleep because cats sleep every chance they get just like they eat every chance they get. He always sleeps in the out of the way corner which should make it a snap to join him. When Kitty isn't eating or sleeping he's constantly trying to figure out how to get pets from me.

When he hears me come into the room he jumps off of the bed and onto the floor to wait for me to undress and as I get ready to climb into bed he jumps back on it to the spot where he is right smack dab in the middle of the way which is what orange cats do.

Orange cat do what orange cats do and people do what people do. It's really quite simple except one never knows what an orange cat is going to do next other than get in the way. That's a given.

So anyway, I put my butt on the side of the bed and make a 90 degree turn and slowly lower myself on top of him. He doesn't want to get squished so he moves to the inside where he gives me a dirty look. 

Then I pull up the covers slowly and he does the 'I don't want to get caught under the covers dance' until the covers are in place and then he swats me in the face which is his way of demanding attention. 

I roll over flat on my back and he climbs on top of me and lays down on my belly and chest and I give him several minutes of pets and attention as he purrs like a chain saw. He also licks my face which is important because I get kitty germs which is good for my immune system.

Then I pick him up and put him next to me on the inside of the bed, don the CPAP mask and reach over and give him a few more pets and roll over on my side facing away from him and turn on the CPAP.

The instant the pets stop he climbs over me and swats me on the face for more pets so I stuff him under the covers and he battles his way out and promptly swats me again. Back under the covers and he battles his way out again, give me a dirty look and climbs over me and curls up behind my knees and I go off to sleep.

Such is life with an orange cat and I suppose I would not want it any other way.

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I am thinking about Trump's idea

of moving the federal agencies out of DC and spreading them out all over CONUS. 

I'll do one better. I say move Congress to Minot, ND. If they don't like that maybe they can move to Adak. Their choice.

Better yet, split Congress in half. Send the House of Representatives to Minot and send the Senate to Gary, Indiana. The House could eat at the Air Force base there and the Senate could eat an Lefty's Diner.

We can do a remake of an old Jimmy Stewart movie, Mr. Smith goes to Washington. How about Mr. Smith goes to Minot, North Dakota?

The wailing, moaning and gnashing of teeth would be epic.

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Tonight the faucet arrives.

And tomorrow I install it for the wife.

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Yesterday I went out for a steak dinner which is something I have not done in quite a while. I'm mildly surprised I finished it all.

I can still pack the chow away but have to watch it because my metabolism has slowed way down and I can't burn it off as fast as I used to.

The other thing I did was buy myself a decent bottle of scotch which is a double edged sword because I have to be damned careful with it. It's sneaky as is Jameson's. For some reason the British Isles distillers have sneaky down to a fine art. One double, neat and it's time to park the bottle.

Low end bourbon lets you know you've had a belt which means one is warned and knows when to quit.

I don't plug for businesses too often but the Texas Roadhouse serves a pretty good feed. I'll never forget watching a skinny little old lady there chow down the the biggest steak they sell and cleaning that plate entirely like a starving Estemenian. She must have been well into her 80s. I made a careful note as to where the fire extinguishers were in case the sparks from her knife and fork hitting each other caused a fire.  

Anyway I am officially a year older and totally astonished I have made it this far, all things considered.

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Happy birthday.

today I am 73. Boo hah!

I bought myself a bottle of damned good scotch for my birthday but decided to have a snort or two tonight in case I don't wake up.

There's no way in hell I am going to leave behind an unopened bottle of Johnny Walker Green Label, the good smoky stuff.

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Now we sweat out the house and I sweat out the PA senate race.

GOP has 214 seats and needs four more for a majority. There are currently 8 seats where Republicans are leading but have a large percentage of uncounted votes to be counted. We shall see what we shall see.

Here in PA I want to see what's going on with Bob Casey who has refused to concede. AP has already called it for Dave McCormick but Casey has refused to concede, citing that 100% of the vote hasn't been counted and so on. Frankly if the part of the uncounted vote is from Philly I take his point because Philly is a sewer and corrupt as holy hell.

Actually I hope Casey NEVER concedes, goes back to his Senate office and is carted out by the Capitol Police in handcuffs and charged with trespassing.

Bob Casey's father, Bob Sr was a well respected two term governor of PA. He was a moderate Democrat. 

His son rode his coat tails into the US Senate where he has been for the past 18 years and at one time was a moderate Democrat until he got too deep in the swamp.

Casey's last two terms consisted of supporting the liberal sewer and for five years and then turning Blue Dog Democrat on the election year. Unfortunately Pennsylvanians remember his as Bob Casey Sr's son and have not paid attention.

Dave McCormick is a carpetbagger, from CT and although I hate carpetbaggers, we're better off with him than Casey by a long shot.

Once the election is certified as being done and over with I can relax because I honestly have little to no faith on the honesty of elections in PA because the entire state is pretty much controlled by 3 sewers, Harrisburg, Pittsburgh and the steamiest and most corrupt pile of filth in the state, Philadelphia.

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