20161102-2336. Off-topic rant only : Well, I’d like RSBN to be up and running. Whoever or whatever is shutting down free speech isn’t playing nice. Y’all don’t wanna show the wide screen shot of Trump’s rallies, in which lots of humanz would attend. Plus, the Live Stream is a good gauge of those watching RSBN in the thousands!
I hope y’all don’t tell OANN to stop their live streaming. Maybe I should shut down my Google account, since they are in league with YouTube.
20161101-2244. Off-topic rant only. Well, I had to subscribe to their YouTube channel because Mom wondered what happened. Das Squirrel and I didn’t like their loudness.
Anyway and yesterday while waiting for the tricks or treat kids of 20 this year, which is down about for times ten years ago, I quickly filed out our Official Vote By Mail Ballot.
There were three cards – A for the officers, B for the propositions, and C for more propositions and local measures.
I think I’ll do this in the next four years – hand out candies and fill out ballots.
Mom wanted all negatives fit the propositions, but I answered anti-life. Sorry.
Dad already filled out his and sealed the blue envelop. I didn’t have a chance to scan his shit.
I dated out ballot symbolically for Samhain Day, err, Night. Dad dated his ballot today, All Saints Day or Souls Day, whatever.
Come to think of it, it’s all evil. The outmoded ritual sacrificial offerings are done. And the Catholics pray over the souls the following day. Sheesh.
Then after I took down most of the Halloween decors from 0830 to 1030, Dad and I dropped off our signed ballots at our local USPS street box.
We were behind a soft golden colored MB with a license plate sporting a purple heart medal and a license plate holder showing ‘VETERANS MEDAL MEMORIAL’ on top. The old Asian guy dropped off three blue ballots, too!
En route to the post office after unsuccessfully finding those small secured plain envelop earlier, I told Dad that maybe the tracking system of the USPS will find out how long our vote will count from drop off to delivery. We used to walk our ballots at the voters of registrar.
So yeah I don’t care who wins because it’s everything of this hellish planet is rigged, like today’s baseball game going into base of seven outta nine. See? Yup.
I certainly do hope Mister William Jefferson Clinton chooses the correct path and acknowledge his son and grandchildren at least prior to passing from this hellish planet to wherever.
Y’all gotta be proud that he’s your real deal, not Chelsea. At least be at peace knowing that you didn’t die in vain and that your legacy can live on and inspire other dead beat dads TO STEP UP.
Remember y’all have nothing to fear. Just hug and hold them despite your addictions to women.
Mom truly feels sorry for the guy and so should y’all.