And UD will proceed on the assumption that a democratic system is in fact what the people continue to want.

For me, it’s a dark day. But an American majority has spoken, and respecting the will of the people lies at the heart, etc.

And so. We proceed.

Capitol rioter who broke flagpole over officer saw Trump as replacement father figure, attorneys say in bid for leniency

The main thing to convey is the silver blue of the sand; but all elements – all – shone with overwhelming clarity.

Words like pellucid, electrical. Gulls cut hard against the ultramarine. You could feel the sunlight on your back at four pm in November.

The unseasonable. The uncanny. The great calm of the ocean summoned a mirage of whales. The great sweep of beach and water.

And so your psyche sought the same level, the same evenness of temper; and the land and seascape was so overwhelming

That it wasn’t serenity but absence: The surrender of your turbulence to an airtight argument.

… so can we!

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[In a 2016 presidential run,] Sandu faced open discrimination during the race for being a single woman, and was openly attacked by former Moldovan president Vladimir Voronin who accused her of betraying “family values” and calling her the “laughingstock, the sin and the national disgrace of Moldova” in remarks widely regarded as profoundly misogynistic. She rejected the insults in an interview, replying that “I never thought being a single woman is a shame. Maybe it is a sin even to be a woman?”

UD voted awhile back, by mail, and would now rather ponder the cosmos than catastrophe. Catastrophic it would certainly be if my fellow Americans carry the clown show to victory, but meanwhile there are dolphins riding the waves, and there are meteor showers, and UD wants to see them.

Silly police lieutenant John Rodgers has not been listening in church! His announcement to the Ohioans in his district that he’ll let them die if they’re Democrats overlooks the fact that, as a saved Christian, his job is not to help Satan’s spawn SURVIVE the Rapture: God has decreed that he need only enjoy his own transport to Heaven. Recall the old verse:

We are the pure and chosen few, and all the rest are damned.

There’s room enough in hell for you — we don’t want heaven crammed. 

The arrest of prof. Dairon Garcia for drug trafficking is the latest of too many to count instances of high-level sleaze. Feast your eyes on this blog’s coverage of the nation’s dirtiest med school.

Adam Gopnik has in mind people like raving lunatic John Sawchak, who for fifteen years — thanks to the give-a-shit Minneapolis police — terrorized his neighbors and finally shot one of them. The cops’ argument seems to be that they didn’t arrest him because they’re afraid of him, which is one hilarious argument, mes petites, but anyway, incredible as it is, the city authorities just let Sawchak endlessly slash and burn his way around the streets surrounding his house despite everyone begging them for help.

Only when he almost shot to death a guy trimming a tree did the police sit up and take a little notice.

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Sawchak’s just like that crazed old dude who brought Atlanta to a halt the other day while blasting various guns off his balcony. Neighbors confirmed he was a well-known, very heavily armed, berserko, but the apartment/city decided the best thing to do was continue allowing him to arm himself and only act when he did a Charles Whitman. One thinks also of Stephen Paddock, who carried an army’s worth of guns and ammo to his Las Vegas hotel room without anyone stopping him and asking why he was taking so many enormous packages over many days onto the elevator.

See my thing is if you WANT 450 million guns (and growing) and no serious gun laws, something’s gotta give. And that thing is personal liberties. The country can’t afford non-militarized high schools. It can’t afford non-institutionalized aggressive crazy people. Fifteen year olds didn’t back in the day carry loaded guns to school; now they do, on a very routine basis. Crazy people didn’t routinely amass armories and take aim at crowds of people from balconies and other locations.

Charles Whitman used to be something of a novelty.

If Paddock wasn’t as overtly nuts as those other guys, he was a well-known weirdo at the casinos, and he was known to own massive numbers of guns. He should have been under active surveillance before he killed sixty and wounded 413. It’s amazing that gun-mad America ignores its gunny and mad population.

Our beloved friend immortalized.

… a neighbor under a pumpkin, at Black Market Bistro, Garrett Pk.

More precision later.

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Oh. Okay.

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He’s with Marcin Brykczynski!

… finds a charming poster while getting out the vote in

York, PA.

Dahm really helps us put this in perspective.

Mississippi’s rate of firearm-related violence (28.5 per 100,000 people) was nearly double that of Haiti (15.1 per 100,000) in 2021, when mercenaries assassinated the country’s president, unleashing a fresh round of gang warfare which pushed the country into a state of civil war… Mississippi, Louisiana, Alabama and New Mexico all have higher firearm mortality rates than Mexico, where decades of violence between state forces and rival drug cartels has caused hundreds of thousands of deaths and left more than 115,000 people missing… [F]irearm-related death and injury is not synonymous with an increase in crime [in the US]. Violent crime fell 15% from 2023 to 2024, according to the FBI. More than half of all firearm-related deaths (56.1%) in 2022 were from suicide.

It’s an All-American Halloween, featuring an insane heavily armed Nazi wearing a scary mask and shooting his guns off left and right from the balcony of his well-appointed apartment.

It’s fun to think of this guy going violently mad and accumulating weapons in the privacy of his residence while all around him neighbors are paying one to four million for the privilege of going into lockdown and listening to an hour of crazed screams and booming gunshots from his unit. Talk about amenities! You get a fully loaded schizofascist down the hall – a man with well-known mental issues – who no one – until this rather striking event – considered enough of a threat to evict.

That’s what happens when everyone packs a lot of heat. It doesn’t ever seem a strange or risky sort of thing, even when the heat packer is an obviously dangerous lunatic.

The somewhat circular dirt path begins to take shape.