So I have been corresponding with a relative of mine that is a big Hillary supporter (i.e. he is a donor, has been to many fundraisers and met her on several occasions). He owns a financial services firm in NYC, and used to work on Wall Street. We talked a few weeks ago, and I mentioned that I was supporting Bernie Sanders.
Whomever you support in the primary, it’s difficult to deny that there is a correlation between turnout and results thus far. Where turnout has been better than 2008, Sanders wins. Where turnout has dropped less than 20%, Sanders usually wins. When turnout has dropped more than 20% Clinton always wins. This table shows the relationship between turnout and results thus far:
I can't be the only one whose card number is still tied to a 30-year-old email address, long gone, and the password for which has also been long forgotten.
It seems to be a problem that's impossible to fix, since I've spent many many hours on the phone with them, and they've several times told me they'd just delete all my information from their servers. Still there. Still demanding an email that doesn't exist. Even when I don't want to use their services.
So, I find myself in the need to explain a few things about myself. I went kinda dark at The Other Place for a while because I was running into the problem where the only time I was getting positive feedback was when I did stories mocking those against Gun Control.
Ah, I was so much Older then, I'm Younger then than now. I knew so much about where I needed to be and where my PLACE should be.
Shamelessly stolen from LieparDestin's BNR -
Okay gang, I have this one annoying thing I have to do for a deadline 3/15 then I can come play! Actually there's way more than just the one thing but that one thing is the main one with a deadline and it's seriously imperative! (our FAFSA App, ugh, what is our net worth?!?)
You're all on NOTICE! I want full Ladyship here (thank you Queen NPK, oh most gracious one)
He had a penis eight hundred miles long and two hundred and ten miles in diameter, but practically all of it was in the fourth dimension.
So late Saturday afternoon I rented a backhoe, and used it to lay to rest, between the blackberries and the pear trees, the vacated corporeal containers of H. G. Wells and George Orwell. Both men, as I related here, having perished, here in my abode, the previous Thursday. Unable to survive the experience of that televised Republican debate wherein, among other things, The Hairball publicly pronounced his penis larger than Hagrid's, and promised to wield it to execute Edward Snowden, deport all and every Mexican, pound China into submission, and extinguish the families of the Muslims, as well as anyone who might have the effrontery to Libel him.
"I've been watching politics a long time and I've never seen anything like the Hillaryites' incapacity to make an argument for their candidate." -- Doug Henwood
I love the word, "Daughter". I like the sound of it. I like the sound of the phrase, "My daughter". I'm not sentimental about the bizarre english spelling -- it seems ridiculous in contrast with the much more sensible Swedish, "Dotter", but hey. The Swedes don't do the whole "grand" thing either. Your granddaughter via your own daughter is your dotterdotter. Your great-grandmother in straight matrilineal descent is your Mormor's mor. Bork Bork Bork.
And there is something else - but I don't remember - oh yeah, I don't like non-text emoji's. I'd show you kids what a real old-fashioned all-text emoji looks like - but they'll just turn it into a low-budget cartoon.
Actually, I think I may like it here. Not much orange. And do any of you remember those orange compressed 'peanuts?' Why would children be given orange semi-cardboard 'peanuts' at holiday time? Did somebody in the family dislike children that much...
So how lucky can you little bloggers be that I have arrived at your little blog?
And how can I proclaim myself Queen?
I call it.
I am bringing back the age-old most primal power play in the book.
I encountered it as a child and frankly haven't found anything more ubiquitous in our grand culture.
I shall give an example.
I was probably around 7 or so, and my brother was around 13. We were playing Monopoly and I was winning.
It is very good to see you all here. The tone and friendliness of the posts and comments tell me I have made the right choice.
It has even inspired me to consider buying a computer again so I can actually write a blog post of substance. I have been asked to diary a couple of things at GOS lately that you all might find interesting. Think I would rather do that here.
Until then I will continue to enjoy reading and learning new things from the rest of you.
I am a new member here, and I about flipped last week when I realized that the trip I'd been planning with my sister and step-mom to Arizona to scatter my dad's ashes would begin at 5am on Tuesday, March 15 ... Primary day here I Missouri! I've been looking forward to voting for Bernie for months, giving to his campaign, and here I was going to miss it.