Public servants, such as Georgia’s Secretary of State, Raffensperger, have no business claiming a win in a challenge by citizens to their performance. That the challenge had to be beought is already evidence of unsatisfactory performance. That a judge “bought” the bureaucracy’s rationale for non-compliance is evidence of nothing.
However, Raffensperger’s “take” is worth dissecting.
The Houston Chronicle editorial today is on the Arbery murder.
Copied from Facebook. I would only add that to counteract fever, wet stockings help to draw heat from the brain, where it is particularly destructive.
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November ’63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin’ high
Good day to be livin’ and a good day to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, “Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?”
“Of course we do. We know who you are.”
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You got unpaid debts; we’ve come to collect
We’re gonna kill you with hatred; without any respect
We’ll mock you and shock you and we’ll put it in your face
We’ve already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watching; no one saw a thing
It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone’s eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully done
Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl
Rub-a-dub-dub, it’s a murder most foul
Hush, little children. You’ll understand
The Beatles are comin’; they’re gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry ‘cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There’s three bums comin’ all dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I’m going to Woodstock; it’s the Aquarian Age
Then I’ll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put your head out the window; let the good times roll
There’s a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll
Donald Trump is the human id on legs. That much has been plain for ages. Excess is his middle name. With multiple bankruptcies, betrayals of trust, and a coterie of shady associates, he is the last person an America with any common sense (and sense of decency) should have granted the powers of the presidency.
Water under the bridge. What now?
Well, the deniers are myopic. I do not know why the author calls the denial of environmental change racists. Perhaps it is because the same myopia that leads people to focus on persons (the same or opposite to themselves) leads them to being oblivious of the natural environment. Some recognize the fish they catch and can name them; others know that deer and hogs are to hunt. But then, we sort of have to conclude that they do not see very well from the fact that they often shoot each other. Most often, if trees are even mentioned, it is the context of providing a screen, of hiding something from view. But, on the edge of the marsh bushes have to cut down so they don’t obstruct the view. GHWB talked about “the vision thing.” I do not think he meant the same thing, but I appreciate the phrase. The South is all about the vision thing, what things look like, appearances. Which are, of course, deceiving.