Stephen Timmons, 1956-2021

More bad news as my cousin Stephen Timmons died January 22, following an accident in Broken Bow, Oklahoma, where he lived. He jus’ turned 65, having been born in Enid, Oklahoma, January 3, 1956.

We had only ever met once in 1964 when I was three, and he was seven and that was at my Grandma Agnes’ funeral. All I can recall about that time is the turtle, the ‘midgets’, and the watermelon we enjoyed eating every night.

Years later, we contacted each other through social media and had tentative plans to get together this coming summer. Stephen had such a great sense of humor, was quick-witted, and an all-around great guy.

While I treasure the time we had getting to really know one another, I’m gonna miss his friendship.

No Allowance

“You’re always making up stories to get me to do stuff you don’t want to do,” my son said when he was eight-years-old.

“You’re only saying that to get out of doing your chores,” I said.

“I’m not either, and you know it,” he said.

“What story have I made up?” I asked.

“Well,” he answered, “like the one where you said you’d toss me through a portal into another dimension if I didn’t clean up my room.”

“That’s not made-up,” I returned. “What do you think happened to your older brother?”

“What older brother?” he asked.

I smiled, “Exactly.”

The New Danger

He was standing at the cellphone store’s window. Taffy recognized her former levitation and potion’s teacher right away.

She joined him.

“Though you might not be here,” he said.

“Had no idea that I was going to be here,” Taffy returned.

“Yet here you are,” he said.

After a brief silence, he stated, “The old magic is in danger from the new.”

“The new?” Taffy asked.

He pointed at the items on display, then disappeared in a puff of smoke. Taffy turned to see a woman with a cellphone camera.

“What..?” she said before also vanishing in a smoky cloud.

Weird Old Things

Even with his ancient eye-sight, he could see the three boys, his grandson’s, as they crossed the flat below his hillside perch. The youngest, as was usual, was trailing behind the other two.

Behind the old man was a sheep flock, guarded by two large dogs. He scanned them, then set about preparing the three meals for the boys.

“Got a big-ears, Grandser,” the eldest said as he dropped the jackrabbit on the ground.

“Looks good,” Grandser, their name for their Grandfather, answered.

“I only got a stupid groundhog,” the middle grandchild complained, “He’s so noisy.”

He was speaking of the youngest grandboy, seven or 8. The two boys sat down and began eating before their brother made it into camp.

“See what I found?” the youngest said, holding up a faded and nearly rotted piece of paper.

Grandser held his hand out. It was an old advertisement insert from a newspaper. He examined it and knew it must go into his treasury, a cave where he kept things of the past.

“So what is it?” the boy asked.

“It’s ads for food from a grocery store,” he answered.

“A grocery store?” the child questioned.

The older of the two boys made a disapproving sound with his teeth before saying, “Now you done it. He’s gonna be talking about weird old things all day long. Great!”

Grandser smiled at the eldest boy as he looked at the prize his youngest had brought him. Finally, he found what he was looking for, below ‘$4.99 a pound for New York Steak,’ the date, January 29, 2021.

“Eat up, boy!” he said to the youngster standing before him.

Day at the Races

It was a beautiful day, sunny, with a few high clouds and no wind. Social elites, movie and television stars, politicians, and sports figures gathered for this first-ever televised event of its kind.

“And here they come,” the announcer stated over the public address system as the racing gates moved up to the starting line for the beginning of the first showing.

The crowd cheered at the sound of the bugle call, alerting spectators to the start of the race.

The bell rang, and the announcer shouted, “They’re off.”

Within seconds, eleven adult racing tyrannosauri’ tore through the terrified crowd.

First Contact

The four pods slipped through Earth’s atmosphere. Three landed without a problem, while the fourth tumbled wildly, killing its single male occupant.

Of the other three, while safe, one had dropped far from the other two. That capsule held a female, who upon exiting her craft, found herself alone.

For nearly a year, she searched to find another survivor without success. Then one morning, she discovered the debris field and the site of the fatal crash.

Hopeless, she ran through the woods, ignoring all possible dangers. Without warning, she found herself attacked from behind.

Quickly, she pulled her survival knife and slashed at her attacker, who howled in pain, jumping off of her. It was one of the group of four she had come with, the other man.

She needed only to look at him to convey her question.

Still holding his bloodied rib cage, the man pointed at a camouflaged pod. She rushed over and banged on the door.

Slowly, the other woman slid the door aside and stepped out, holding a baby. She smiled.

The two looked at each other, then hugged. It was the first real contact the first one had felt since leaving her red planet.

A Convo with the Big Guy

Chatting with the Big Guy a while ago, I asked Him if I could ask a question.

“You know you can,” He said, “so shoot.”

I had to slow my breathing down as I found myself excited before asking, “Why do You have me writing about what I’m writing about?”

“You mean, opposed to writing about politics and such?” He countered.

“Yeah,” I said, “it’s like I suddenly had to change directions again.”

“It’s not like – it is that I had you change directions,” he stated. “I had you educating before. Now you’re pointing out the ramifications of not learning.”

Blink in 12 Megapixels

She took pictures of the inside through the front window, planning to send them to her brother in another state. After several tries, Micky gave up, settling for a simple exterior shot and an address.

“He’ll have to look it up online himself,” she said.

The next day as Micky sat at her kitchen table, she remembered her cellphone and the many frames of nothing she’d managed to take of the house’s interior. Intending to delete them, she screamed when she found that one of the pictures wasn’t blank at all, and the eye in the photograph –blinked at her.

The Chilean Army, 21 Sep

As I thread my way through my old photographic files, every once in a while I find myself seeing something I didn’t see before…

The army of the Kaiser and the Furher lives on, but not in Germany. The Chilean Army still uses the uniforms, traditions, weapons, and marching music of 19th century Prussia as well as that of the Wehrmacht WWII era.

A touch frightening, I will admit…

Primary Colors

The State blocked his only window. They covered every window on that side of the gray high rise so that no one could see the stylish gathering on the other side of the street.

But it didn’t stop Lucas from peeking. After, he found himself wishing that he hadn’t because what he saw angered him.

For years the State had been sucking Earth dry of its primary colors after finding a way to produce energy from color, then taxing citizens for that production. Now, Lucas wondered why corporate heads, politicians, and celebrities were allowed to ‘colorize’ while he lived colorless.

Hunted Down

He decided to use his only day off to go for a walk. Arnie peddled his bike from his apartment to the nearest preserve, turning down the trail leading through the dense trees and into the marshy area, frequented by bird watchers.

Suddenly, he heard the high-whine of an ‘Autonomous Airborne Vehicle.’ Fearful, Arnie tried hiding, recalling the attack on Capitol Hill only days before.

But it was of no use – the AAV found him. The thing hovered in front of Arnie until he reached out and took his ever-demanding device from it,  the device he’d purposefully left at home.

Stacking the Fact-checking Deck

All fact-checkers used by organizations like Facebook, Associated Press, and others must be certified before being approved and licensed by the International Fact-Checking Network (IFCN.)

And while I am not a fact-checker, I’m pretty thorough about the facts I present. Unfortunately, I’m still having trouble with various social media platforms and their fact-checkers.

To that end, I decided to do a little digging into the IFCN.

One IFCN certifier is American University School of Communication professor Margot Susca. She has bragged about being on “Team Hillary,” even posting a photo of herself in 2019 with Hillary Clinton, where she admitted, “I’ve been on Team Hillary since ’08.”

She has also appeared on Russia Today, criticizing Donald Trump.

“It is hard for me to be an objective observer of this presidential administration when for years now they have continuously tried to delegitimize and marginalize news reporters for doing their constitutionally protected job,” Susca said.

The IFCN Code of Principles states, “The applicant is not as an organization affiliated with nor declares or shows support for any party, any politician or political candidate, nor does it advocate for or against any policy positions on any issues save for transparency and accuracy in public debate.”

The Cawling

It was as if the Raven had a built-in clock. It came every morning at ten for the offered snack of nuts, crackers, and cooked meats.

Jennifer enjoyed feeding the large blackbird. She had become so used to the Corvus, that she even talked to it as if it understood everything she said.

Then one morning the Raven was over an hour late, and when it finally did arrive, it was joined by four others like it.

Each removed their beaked-masks, revealing their humanoid faces, and the original Raven said, “We should talk.”

Jennifer wasn’t a bit surprised.

Society Broken

Why bother!
It is what it is.
Doxing, canceling, violence, silence.
The four horsemen of Society Broken have ridden down upon us.
While the alarm warned, we sat back in our comforts, lifting not our hands or eyes.
It is a dark winter that drives us downward.
Let me write of what might be, not on that which is happening, save in hidden silence.


It was the celebration of the season and Victor felt honored to be invited. That honor quickly evaporated three days afterward, when the party’s host was arrested for ‘failure to take pandemic precautions.’

Soon a list of all the party-goers was leaked to the state-media. And even quicker, Victor found himself a pariah on social media and among his colleagues.

Worse yet, were the managers, who vowed to make him pay for his activity, writing, “Whether on or off the clock, employees are prohibited from affiliating with subversive persons and prohibited from doing anything that brings disrepute to the State.”

My Cousin Elmo says, “In one day, President Biden’s gone from ‘Elect me because I have a plan to stop COVID’ to ‘Trump didn’t leave us a plan.'”*

*CNN repeated Biden’s claim that Trump didn’t leave the Biden administration a plan for vaccine distribution, never mind that millions of vaccines have already been given out. Then, Fauci contradicted that claim, on the record. Sad that mainstream media is more interested in promoting an agenda than fact-checking a falsehood. Takes the fun out of joking about another possible Biden gaff.

The Way It Was

It was a sunrise and a nightfall since he’d left Virginia Street for Geiger Grade. Declan recalled how hopeless he’d felt as he pushed the hand cart, filled with supplies, up the narrow dirt trail, and along the mountainous slope.

Now he was less than a day away from Virginia City, his new assignment. He was to join the remaining twenty-nine people stationed in the town, all there to help maintain its upkeep.

Above him, he saw a battered and worn red and yellow sign and recognized the word ‘museum.’ Whatever else it said, he couldn’t read it, the thing was so neglected.

“I haven’t seen that old sign since I was a little boy,” Declan smiled, letting the memory wash over him, like a warm wave.

As he stood looking up at it, he wondered, was the sign an advert for a museum in the town, or was it for the surrounding land, filled with untamed scrub pine, rocks, and dirt. He couldn’t recall and being tired and hungry, he had no desire to even try.

It was then that Declan realized that no one would miss him and turned the cart off the trail, guiding it up the hillside.

One Lump or Two

Unable to sleep, dreaming of work, writing news articles, never being able to remove the red-lines of error, I got up. And so, I decided to edit some of my blog stories.

Stupid — perhaps.

It didn’t take me long to realize that I’ve become lazy when it comes to grammar and punctuation. I also recognized that I’m the master of, not only the compound-sentence but sometimes the three-time compound sentence.

And while I’d like to understand how this happened, I’m far too exhausted to properly think about it. And I still have a choice: coffee or sleep.

Coffee, it is!

Shape of Things

It was like watching a public presentation for the newest cellphone. The man walked out onto the stage, smiling, enthusiastic, and ready to show the world the latest gadget that the world ‘must-have.’

At first many didn’t see it, the thing was so small as it flew with a sharp humming noise out to arms-length from the presenter. He then offered it his hand and an autonomous airborne vehicle (AAV) lightly touched down in his palm.

“This is the latest in Artificial Intelligence,” he said. “It can processes its surroundings faster than I can close my hand around it.”

He quickly snapped his hand closed, but the drone escaped before his fingers touched it. Then the AAV zipped back and forth, scanning the crowd in the auditorium, face patterns being recognized and displayed on the large screens behind the presenter.

The crowd was delighted, oohing and awing, clapping at each new thing the AAV accomplished. Then the tone of the room changed when the fast-moving thing spotted another face, this one on the stage opposite from the presenter.

With exacting accuracy, the AAV swooped into position, touching lightly against the forehead of the face. The face belonged to a mannequin and before anyone in the audience realized it, the AAV discharged with a small puff of smoke.

The shattered bits fell all about the stage, while the mannequin remained standing a small hole in the forehead where the AAV had made contact. The crowd cheered and clapped wildly.

“Yes,” the presenter said, “Bad actors of the world are soon to be a thing of the past.’

He stepped aside and the screen behind him lit up with a mountainous desert scene that drew closer and closer until the ground was but feet from the AAV. Suddenly, a man’s face appeared and a fast as that, it disappeared.

Other men standing near him began to run from the area, however, like the man prior, their faces disappeared from the processor’s view. Pop after pop was heard until the screen went dark.

This was quickly followed by an overhead view of the landscape. Seven bodies lay in the sand, blood pooling about their lifeless heads.

“Seven criminals, gone,” the presenter stated, as the crowd cheered, “Using one of these AAV’s and a shape-charge of less than an ounce.”

Five days later, an attack left 262 Congressional members and the President dead.

Initially Speaking

Early today I had to use my initials, TJD, on a piece of paper.

The person at the counter looked at them, then at me, before asking, “Is this some sort of an effing joke, ‘cuz if it is it isn’t funny!”

Looking at her, I asked, “Is what a joke? “

“These so-called ‘initials?'” she exclaimed.

“So-called?” I returned.

“These are Donald Trump’s initials in reverse,” she stated.

“No, they aren’t,” I shot back, “They’re mine and in the correct order, too. Now get me your manager!”

“Why so you can whine about how I caught your little scam?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I answered.

After explaining what happened to the manager, I watched as she fired her on the spot. I left the store with the knowledge that it’s going to be a very long four years.


Nothing appeared out of the ordinary when Ricky got out of bed. He showered, dressed, had a piece of toast and cup of coffee before heading to work.

It was while walking from the parking lot to the employee entrance that he sensed something about himself had changed. He quickly looked at his hands and arms, which were fine.

It was the lack of feet and his quickly fading legs that brought him panic. He could actually see his thighs disappearing and his hips begin to fade.

By the time he reached the door handle, only his fingertips remained.

Out of Time

The Confederate Captain stood at the base of the steps, enjoying his smoke, the winter-afternoon feeling more like a springtime morning. He was waiting.

He paced back and forth, small quick steps, as his bride came out onto the veranda. Stately and perfect in every aspect, he offered his hand to help her down the steps, looking more out of 1861 than 2021.

Once again, side-by-side, they stood patiently as a woman, a tourist, paused with her manual Canon camera for that better puff of smoke to come from his Swisher Sweet cigar. ‘Click’ sounded the antique camera and the woman smiled, content that she’d captured the perfect frame.

“I didn’t think she’d ever take the picture,” he complained.

His wife smiled, “Why?”

“I gotta go pee, in the worst way,” he answered.

“All the way in the back, last door on the left,” she said, as he hurried up the steps.

Mr. Freeze

During the first two pandemics only clothe and paper masks were employed against the virus. But after the third, the central government issued a state-of-the-art mask that covered one’s entire head in a bubble.

It came with a built-in re-breather, an adapter to watch Internet-streams, interact on social media, text and it was lightweight and wouldn’t fog up.

“Kinda reminds me of the helmet Mr. Freeze, from the old Batman cartoon series, used to wear,” my six-year-old brother said one afternoon.

He spent five-weeks in ‘Reeducation’ for the disparaging remark and I was glad that I hadn’t laughed.


She was a bitter old woman, but Jimmy did his best to be nice to Granny Turner because she was one of the last of her kind on the block.

“Let them eat cake,” she’d say to anything she found disagreeable.

Jimmy didn’t understand what she meant, he simply knew she was upset again and it was always again. Then he witnessed her in the back ally of the complex feeding a Monster a large German Chocolate cake, an act that was forbidden.

Two days later, Granny Turner was forced to keep her appointment, like the perfect citizen she wasn’t.

Gone in a Flash

We were separated by at least 10 feet as I try never to get in the way of the operator. I was at the backside of the fighting hole.

His selected rate of fire was ‘three-at-a-time.’ His part of the mission was to force the enemy to take cover.

This grunt suddenly stopped firing, rose up, and turned sharply as if to run. The look on his face said, “Too fucking late!”

He was there — until he wasn’t there. I woke up with one hell of a headache and nothing more than a concussion, his body having absorbed the blast.

Time Piece

“Mr. Rutledge,” the concierge called, “I have a package for you.”

“Thank you,” Rutledge said, quickly opening the box, “Dropped my device in the toilet last night and had to get them to send me another one.”

“I see,” the man behind the desk said as he lifted his left arm to check the time.

“Wow!” Rutledge said, “Haven’t seen one of those in ages.”

The concierge replied, “Was my fathers. They don’t make them anymore.”

In the elevator, Rutledge smiled, suddenly aware that he missed having a real conversation. He then looked at the device in his hand.


“Don’t buy those Monsters food,” the store manager yelled, “You’ll only encourage them.”

John did it anyway. Monsters or not, he decided, no one should go hungry.

Over time, though they looked like nothing he’d ever seen before, he came to understand their stoic ways. This he learned, was why polite society called them ‘Monsters,’ as they didn’t show emotion and rarely spoke a word.

Then it happened, polite society fell apart and what had been commonplace and taken for granted, was lost. But  John found himself accepted, while others, like the manager, were left to fend for themselves.

Nevada’s Perfect Election Fraud Storm

After the Nevada State Primary Election in June 2020, a Special Session of the State Legislature was called by Democratic Governor Steve Sisolak to change the state’s voting procedures. Assembly Bill 4 (AB4) is a measure modifying election procedures during periods of declared emergency as currently exists due to COVID-19.

“It is important to point out here that much of what the Democrats did was legal; but some of what they did at times also bent, and arguably sometimes broke, the rules or the law,” Peter Navarro wrote in ‘Art of the Steal.’

AB4 passed along party lines in both the Assembly and Senate, with all Republicans voting against it.

Sisolak then bypassed the Legislature to issue rule changes for the counting of ballots. Additionally, Sisolak created rules that expanded absentee and mail-in ballots while reducing scrutiny of such ballots, a contradiction of State Election Codes.

Prior to this, ‘Democracy Docket,’ founded by Marc Elias, former General Counsel to the 2016 Hillary Clinton campaign, intervened in Nevada court cases to push election law changes consistent with the Democrat Party’s Grand Strategy. Case in point: Elias and Democracy Docket supplied lawyers as ‘Intervener Defendants’ and filed motions to intercede in the ‘Election Integrity Project of Nevada v. Nevada’ case.

Elias is also the person who hired Fusion GPS to “compile the ‘Russia dossier,’” on then-Presidential candidate Donald Trump.

The Democratic Party also used a public referendum to change election laws in Nevada. This referendum was financed in part by George Soros.

Shortly after the 2016 election, organizations such as iVote and the ACLU of Nevada, both with ties to Soros, spent tens of millions of dollars in Nevada collecting 55,000 signatures to submit a petition for ‘automatic voter registration’ law changes in Nevada. The legislation passed in 2018.

It mandated that individuals be automatically registered to vote when receiving services from the Nevada Department of Motor Vehicles, such as obtaining a renewal or change of address for a license or identification card. In order to not be registered to vote, individuals would have to decline the registration by submitting a request in writing.

In April 2015, Secretary of State Barbara Cegavske called out the DMV for this very practice, pointing to how DMV employees were instructed to accept voter registration information from all customers and are a misinterpretation of the law, ordering the DMV to stop the practice.

“Please take appropriate corrective action, as we have reason to believe that non-citizens have unlawfully registered to vote in Nevada as a direct result of DMV’s practices, “Cegavske wrote. “The integrity of the entire election process, from voter registration to the casting of ballots, is always my number one concern.”

On Aug. 3, 2020, Sisolak signed AB4 into law, directing election officials to distribute mail-in ballots automatically to all active registered voters for the Nov. 3, 2020, General Election. This bill also gave Sisolak the authority to bypass the Secretary of State’s (SoS) office to adjust election procedures during the declared state of emergency.

Following AB4’s passage, Cegavske acknowledged in a statement, that it was her job to “enforce laws rather than make them.”

This led to roughly 15,000 mail-in or absentee ballots counted in Nevada from voters who had voted in other states. AB4 also legalized the practice of ballot harvesting which is the collecting of absentee voters’ ballots by an individual, who then is to drop them off at polling places or election offices.

Sisolak also pushed for lower voter identification standards, by relaxing signature match requirements, bringing into question hundreds of thousands of cast ballots. The new legislation also allowed voters over sixty-five and who have a disability or are unable to read or write to have someone assist them in physically marking signatures on their ballots.

These relaxed rules thereby have called into question at least some of the 400,000 ballots cast by Nevadans aged 65 and older. These ‘created rules’ also contributed to a questionable statewide absentee ballot rejection rate that dropped from 1.6 percent in 2016 to 0.58 percent in 2020.

Finally, Nevada election officials were given a ballot-curing extension for up to a week after Election Day, increasing the likelihood of fraud. If there is an issue with an absentee ballot, such as a signature-matching issue or a missing witness signature, Nevada allows the voter a chance to fix their ballot to help avoid their ballot not being counting.

But because of a newly designed envelope that automatically separated from the ballot, the envelope was often discarded during the counting process. This made it nearly impossible to ascertain which ballot came from what envelope.

Finally, the SoS’s office wrote in a ‘frequently asked questions’ memo for reporters the day following the election that voters who require a signature cure have until 5 p.m. on Nov. 12 to provide the required signature confirmation, and once that is done successfully by the deadline, the voter “will have their ballot counted.”

So far, no figure on the number of ballots not counted has been issued by the SoS’s office. The office has also stated that there has been ‘no widespread voter fraud’ found in Nevada.

“A single complaint or single investigation may include multiple allegations of fraud or multiple suspects. A focus simply on the number of complaints received or active investigations runs the risk of masking the true scope of a complaint or investigation,” a statement from the secretary of state’s office read. “Many voter fraud complaints lack any evidence and are more complaints about process or policy.”

Appointed Day

“No, it won’t hurt,” the doctor at the Institute said, “You’ll be given a shot and you won’t feel a thing.”

Margaret felt relieved. The pain was always her biggest fear as the time for the procedure approached.

On the appointed day, Margaret gathered to stand in line with the others. Each person wore the same paper garment as they approached the separation point.

At her turn, the elderly woman smiled up at the Synth and said, “Thank you.”

Without a word, the Synth stabbed a needle in her neck. Margaret fell dead on the conveyor belt like a perfect citizen.

Bell Jar

Considered exceptional as a youngster, Ellen was the top of her university class. After graduation, she received a letter from the State Medical Institute wishing to examine her.

Upon waking, she found she could not see, speak or move and couldn’t understand why.

Ellen sensed more than heard the voices urging her not to panic, directing her, “Allow yourself time to regenerate.”

Beyond her, a conversation, one she could not hear, was taking place, “This is our newest acquisition, 510-10512. This brain has one of the highest IQ’s the institute’s ever seen and is now surgically connected to the Central System.”


It was a gentle rumble, one Modi had heard so many times over the years he’d been at the monastery. He rolled over in bed, stretched, then got up.

The state-run radio was playing in the background, the announcer’s guest saying, “There are no such things as real dragons. They are imaginary, and therefore not to be feared.”

The hot air balloon would soon arrive and he’d have visitors for the rest of the morning. The sound grew louder as he walked out onto the terrace of the building that sat high in the rocky crag of a mountain.

He could see clear to the horizon, where the sun would later set. But Modi would not see it that evening, as he fell prey to a dragon’s rumbling stomach.

“Interesting,” he thought, as the beast swallowed him, “that a hot air balloon’s real burners should sound like an imaginary dragon.”

Poster Child

Jericho lost his device from his work-station. He searched everywhere but finally had to report the loss.

“Unable to track,” the automated voice of the screen said, “You will receive a new device in three days.”

All-day Jericho remained distracted, anxious, eventually growing sick to his stomach, profusely sweating and trembling uncontrollably. His productivity dropped below 10 percent, triggering an alert from Human Resources.

That night, Jericho couldn’t sleep and was found wandering the hallways of his apartment complex talking into his shoe. He remains in the psych-ward, a poster child for why carelessness is frowned on by the State.

Dems Calling for Nevada Assemblywoman’s Resignation

Newly elected Republican Nevada Assemblywoman Annie Black of Mesquite, Nevada was in Washington D.C., in support of President Donald Trump when the Capitol Building was stormed.

“I’ve attended over a dozen Trump rallies over the past few years, including the one in Bullhead City in October,” Black wrote in an op-ed. “They’ve been nothing but peaceful, fun events. Wednesday’s started out that way … but went horribly and tragically wrong.”

“Regardless, I don’t care if they were Antifa, rogue Trump supporters, white nationalists (or) whatever,” she continued. “Those who rioted inside the Capitol should be identified, arrested, charged, prosecuted and severely punished.”

The Democratic Legislative Campaign Committee, which works to elect Democrats to positions in state legislatures, called for Black’s resignation, along with 11 other state legislators from around the country the organization said were involved in the chaos.

“There is blood on the ground at Capitol Hill and Republicans have nothing to say about their own elected officials who cheered on the rioters,” said Jessica Post, president of the Democratic Legislative Campaign Committee in a statement. “There must be consequences for these shameful actions.”

Nevada Assembly Speaker Jason Frierson, D-Las Vegas, and Assembly Minority Leader Robin Titus, R-Wellington, released a joint statement stating that it would be “disappointing to learn of any elected leader at any level of government participating in violent or criminal activities.”

“Nevada families deserve representatives who take their duty to uphold the fabric of our democracy with the level of seriousness it demands,” the statement read. “Any activities deemed criminal should be handled by law enforcement and any actions taken against any member will be carefully considered if appropriate, but we will not be distracted from doing the work Nevadans elected us to do to get through these unprecedented times.”

No one in either party called for Gov. Steve Sisolak’s resignation following a video that aired on KTNV, where at about the 5:56 mark, Sisolak says, “To those who will be out on our streets asking to be seen and asking to be heard, I thank you.”

This comes right after acknowledging that LVMPD Officer Shay Mikalonis was shot in the head and left paralyzed by a Black Lives Matter rioter. Sisolak then went on to call for police to be “patient” with the rioters.

Edgar Samaniego has since been arrested and charged with the shooting of Mikalonis.

Those Shipping Containers

Five or more years ago, I was being told I was full of shit and called nothing but a conspiracy theorist when I asked, “Are they planning a massive die-off?” after I first noted this sort of stuff being obtained by various state authorities, then stored away. Now suddenly, from the Las Vegas Sun, today:

Expert: Southern Nevada was fortunate in procuring the portable metal containers early in the pandemic because jurisdictions throughout the country are now competing for ways to store bodies awaiting burial or cremation.

From the news article itself:

Funeral homes and the county coroner in Las Vegas are preparing for a post-holiday spike in coronavirus deaths by adding storage space — including refrigerated trailers with special shelving — for corpses. In case of a surge, one container was left in the coroner’s office parking lot in mid-December. It’s not being used but could add space for up to 60 bodies in addition to the 100 inside the morgue.

So fucking sick of being right and yet the one to have to back down because no one tells the goddamned truth in the media anymore.

Bulls Eye

“Jus’ fucking shoot me now! No one gets it. No one really cares. Not even my wife. And no, I don’t want the blindfold, nor do I need a cigarette. My nerves are jus’ fine. Okay, I’ll take the blindfold, you insistent, Bastard! The yellow one, please. Make it quick.”

Don’t Play with the Power

A simple tent revival scam was all it was ever supposed to be, all it had ever been. But this time it wasn’t and I know I’ll never see anything like it again – ever.

Sitting in the second row, I watched as Sister Laurel took the stage like she had so many times before. And I was there in the audience, an unseeing shill, like so many times before.

What happened next is a mystery. Sister Laurel prayed, sang, shouted, and danced like she usually would but then she stopped cold, grew rigid, head back, gurgling before she began to shake violently before regaining herself.

“Must be something new added at the last minute,” I thought, noting that the yokels didn’t seem to be buying into her act.

Then Sister Laurel made an altar call and she began to heal those not in on our gag.

They walked, leaving canes, crutches, and wheelchairs, dancing in the aisles. Others began to speak though mute all their lives, to see for the first time, and still other’s to hear.

Like I said, I’ve never seen anything like it – and never will again – as the blind woman next to me began to see.

A Murder Romance

“What sort of short story would it take for you to enjoy my writing?” I asked my wife.
“You know what sort of books I like to read,” she answered.
“Murder romance?” I said.
“Yup,” she said.

Homicide Detective Taylor arrived on the scene at 7:38 in the morning.

“What do we have?” he asked.

“Looks like a suicide,” the lead police officer said.

Inside the home, the back bedroom, he saw the body, face down on the floor, arms tucked beneath his chest, a dark red-black hole penetrating his right temple. Once the coroner arrived and they were allowed to move the man’s body, they found a 38-special under him.

“Yeah, looks like a suicide, but I’ll know for sure once I get him on the table,” the doc said.

Hours later the scene was released to the family, namely the man’s estranged wife, Naomi Miller. Taylor was the last to leave the scene.

“I did it okay, then?” she asked, with a smile.

“Perfect,” Taylor whispered in her ear as he held her in his arms.

His cellphone rang, “Taylor,” a long pause, “I see.”

He hung up and looked at Naomi, “Problem?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Taylor answered, “No gun-shot residue on his right hand.”

“Damn it!” Naomi growled.

Her anger turned Taylor on. He’d worry about the evidence, or the lack thereof, in the morning.

Right now, Taylor had his murderous girlfriend to comfort all night long.

Mouth-watering mushrooms

Mouth-watering mushrooms are what Elisa Jenkins wanted. So she ventured out into the nearby field in search of the delicate morsels.

She found several that were not edible, and two that were absolutely deadly if eaten, a poison so intense that they could shut down a man’s central nervous system within minutes of consumption. Elisa marveled at them but did not touch them.

Soon she entered a large copse of trees, tall, slender, and inviting, where she discovered what she desired. Mushrooms everywhere.

Elisa Jenkins was what they were desiring to, as she quickly learned that she could not outrun mouth-watering mushrooms.

With Style

Tom finished straightening his red silk tie, making certain the double Windsor knot was as tight as he could make it. Not given to wearing a tie, he wanted to make sure he made a lasting impression.

“Come on,” the man in the doorway barked, “Time to go.”

Tom glanced one more time in the mirror and smiled. He looked absolutely dashing, he thought.

“Don’t know why you even bothered,” the man at his side gruffed.

Tom said nothing. He was concentrating on maintaining his nerve.

“So do you wanna blindfold or do you wanna see it coming?” the man growled.

Good Question, Wrong Premise

Katie Carroll, Senior Managing Editor, LinkedIn News asks in a post, “Will fathering change post-pandemic?”

She goes on to write:

“The pandemic has upended how we work and how we parent. How much will change in the future – particularly for fathers? As vaccines begin to roll out, some dads ‘may not want to return to their old routines,’ noted USA Today. Although women have still taken on the majority of household tasks, the number of couples who said child care responsibilities were evenly split rose to 56%, up from 45% pre-pandemic. And 68% of dads say they’ve felt closer to their kids, according to a Lean In survey.”

My opinion:  good question, wrong premise.

This ought to be the real point: With men being vaccinated against COVID-19 how will the post-pandemic change becoming a father?

For more than a couple of years now, we’ve been treated by social media platforms to various memes and stories about how persons like Bill and Melinda Gates wish to reduce the world’s population. I’ve paid little attention to this stuff – till now.

After reading the pamphlets of the two leading COVID-19 vaccines, Moderna and Pfizer, when they were first rolled out, I learned that there is some concern about male sterility. Of course, what I’m writing at the moment has already been debunked by fact-checkers and relegated to either junk-science or conspiracy theory, and further, that pamphlet that I first read but didn’t take screenshots of, have since been scrubbed from the Internet.

As stated, the wrong premise. The better one would be — will humanity survive if for some reason debunkers and fact-checkers have it all wrong?

Cutting into Nevada’s Election Fraud Knot, (Pt. 8 of 8)

Facebook CEO, Mark Zuckerberg’s Chicago-based nonprofit Center for Tech and Civic Life delivered grants to election offices in more than 2,500 jurisdictions across the country, including in Nevada, with both Washoe and Clark Counties receiving funds. Zuckerberg and his wife, Priscilla Chan, gave $250 million to the group with another $100 million heading to the Center for Election Innovation & Research to be distributed to Secretaries of State across the country.

The city of North Las Vegas, Nevada used 10 vote centers in their 2017 city elections instead of 20 polling locations and estimates a savings of approximately $55,000.

In March, Congress allocated $400 million for states and local governments to use for their elections. After Congress didn’t provide a second round of funding, Zuckerberg stepped up to funnel money through the Center for Tech and Civic Life to help with election administration.

In 2016, David Becker founded The Center for Election Innovation & Research (CEIR) stating that the center helps states: maintain accurate and complete voter lists and secure election technology infrastructure.

The Nevada offices for CEIR is registered under CT Corporate System, 701 South Carson Street, Ste# 200, Carson City, Nevada 89701. Its file number is E0212062017-5, which was filed on May 1, 2017.

It is a short walk from CIER’s offices to Secretary of State Barbara Cegasvke’s office. And while CIER’s website claims to have appropriated money’s to both Washoe and Clark, Nevada’s two most populated counties, a financial trail has yet to be properly established.

Becker claimed that the problems facing Nevada were primarily administrative, not technical. He said one of the biggest challenges was the training of volunteers who have no experience running elections.

In 2008, Becker became the director of election initiatives at Pew Charitable Trusts. There, Becker started the Electronic Registration and Information Center (ERIC), voter registration, and sharing system between 30 states, including Nevada, in which he claimed to have helped correct 4 million voter registrations and registered millions of new voters.

Becker also said one way to mitigate problems for the majority of voters would be to concentrate efforts to train caucus organizers in Clark County because the vast majority of votes in the state are cast there. It’s in Clark County, where the majority of fraudulent election incidents are alleged to have taken place.

Infinite Highway

Bad news.

Four counties traversed, a snow shower, one dust storm, the ever-present and merciless wind, a heavy downpour of rain, all for naught and all before noon. Both interviews I had planned for today, fell through.

The first interview started off well. I asked the most basic of questions: so what does your organization do for the community?

And that person was off and talking.

Blah, blah, blah, me, blah, blah.
Blah, blah, myself, blah, blah, blah.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, I, blah.

Thank you and I’m off to the next one…

Half-a-dozen phone calls last week and two more this morning and still I get only the answering machine. Cold calling for an interview rarely goes well.

“Hi, I’m…”
“Hey, boss, it’s that newspaper reporter guy, that keeps calling.”
“Sorry, we don’t even know when we’re actually going to be open for business.”

Now, my ego is such that being called ‘Newspaper reporter guy,’ is actually a compliment. Knowing my phone calls were heard, but not returned, kicks that same ego to the curb.


There’s good news, though…

Four counties traversed, a snow shower, one dust storm, the ever-present and merciless wind, a heavy downpour of rain and I finally drove State Route 439, the Infinity Highway. Despite its name, I’m happy to report it does have both a beginning and an end, very finite.

The last time I was on this roadway, I was with my wife and it ended abruptly with a wall of dirt and rocks. We also interrupted a film crew, taping what looked to be a cross between CSI: Las Vegas and Grindhouse, dirty looks included for free.

Also got a couple of nice photographs out of the deal, but then I’m still down two stories before the deadline. Perhaps now that my powder is all wet, I can do a story on the Governor as he’s always good from some dynamite copy.

Mask up!

While organizing various files I found this short piece that I’d forgotten all about. I never shared because it really had no place in what I was writing about at the time. I jus’ recall thinking it was kind of funny in an ironic way…

Twitter posts from Nevada Democrat Congresswoman Susie Lee:

  • October 19: “#COVID19 is not over. Wear a mask. Wash your hands. Practice social distancing. Get tested.”
  • October 25: “Wash your hands, wear a mask, and download @NVHealthRespon1 #COVID19 Trace app.”
  • October 30: “The best way to stop the spread of COVID-19 is to wash your hands and wear a mask.”
  • November 13: “Please stay home, wear masks, and if you must go out, practice social distancing and avoid big crowds.”
  • November 17: “Wear a mask. Socially distance. Stay home to the best of your ability.”
  • November 22: “Wear a mask.”
  • November 25: “Wear a mask, and stay home if you are able to as much as possible.”

Also on November 25 from the news…

“Nevada congresswoman Susie Lee tests positive for COVID-19”

Cutting into Nevada’s Election Fraud Knot, (Pt. 7 of 8)

Election integrity analysts have long been concerned about Dominion Voting Systems and it’s alleged tampering of election equipment during manufacturing. Dominion Voting Systems software is used in Pennsylvania, Georgia, Wisconsin, Nevada, Minnesota, and in Maricopa County, Arizona.

Dominion Voting Systems has ties to prominent Democrats, including House Speaker Nancy Pelosi and Bill and Hillary Clinton. In fact, in April of last year that Dominion Voting Systems hired a high-powered lobbying firm Brownstein Farber Hyatt & Schreck that includes Nadeam Elshami, Nancy Pelosi’s former chief of staff, as one of DVS’s lobbyists.

In September 2009, ES&S acquired Premier, without any objections from the DOJ.

In 2010, the Obama administration confiscated electronic voting systems assets (software, intellectual property, manufacturing tools, customer base, etc.) from American companies Diebold and ES&S, and gave them to Dominion. At the same time, Dominion got some employees and assets from a foreign EVS company, tied to Hugo Chavez.

This gift included the installed base of about 30% of the US electronic voting systems (EVS) market.

Within two weeks, Dominion also acquired Sequoia, which was formally spun from Smartmatic, but ties between these two companies remained. Smartmatic is a British company with Hugo Chavez ties, headed by ‘Lord’ Malloch-Brown, former UN Deputy Secretary-General, UNDP, UNHCR, VP of Soros’ Quantum Fund, and Vice-Chair of Soros’ Open Society Foundation and whose software was used by Chavez in the Venezuelan referendum in 2004.

This is how the transfer of the assets was structured, per the DOJ on March 8, 2010:

“WASHINGTON — The Department of Justice announced today that it will require Election Systems & Software (ES&S) to divest voting equipment systems assets it purchased in September 2009 from Premier Election Solutions Inc. in order to restore competition. The assets to be divested include the means to produce all versions of Premier’s hardware, software, and firmware used to record, tabulate, transmit or report votes, including the Assure 1.2 system, and a license to better serve disabled voters.

The department said that today’s settlement will restore competition in voting equipment systems in the United States the acquisition substantially reduced competition as it combined the two largest providers of systems used to tally votes in federal, state, and local elections in the United States. ES&S’s acquisition of Premier made ES&S the provider of more than 70 percent of the voting equipment systems in the United States.

The department said that because the cash value of the deal between ES&S and Premier was $5 million, far below the mandatory reporting threshold for mergers under the Hart-Scott-Rodino Antitrust Improvements Act of 1976, the department’s investigation of the transaction did not begin until the companies had combined their assets and dismantled many of Premier’s operating divisions.

Dominion Voting is not mentioned in this press release.

Dominion announced the acquisition of the Diebold products on May 19, 2010, and the acquisition of Sequoia Voting assets on June 4, 2010. Dominion also hired much of its personnel, probably retaining ties to extremely sketchy Smartmatic.

Dominion develops much of its software in Belgrade, Serbia. Russia is a close friend to Serbia, if not its only one. If anybody sincerely thought that Putin wanted to hack American elections, their first location of interest would be the offices of Dominion Voting in Belgrade, rather than the Trump Tower in New York.

By the way, Serbian and Russian languages use the Cyrillic alphabet. Most letters have the same Unicode encoding in Serbian and Russian, the Basic Multilingual Plane, range 0410-04FF. If any election officials found Cyrillic text on a Dominion voting machine in 2016, it was probably left there by developers in Serbia.

It is in the Wording not the Rewording

After reading Congressman Louis Gohmert, of Texas, failed lawsuit asking to clarify whether Vice-president Mike Pence is to follow the 12th Amendment or if an 1887 law is the vice-president’s final guide as to the electoral count of Jan. 6, it came into sharp focus that we have been again victimized by the mainstream media. Furthermore, it’s the House of Representatives that could end up deciding the 2020 presidential election and in favor of President Trump.

Say what – not the Senate? Yes, they’ll also have their say, but first, let’s clear up a huge misconception being laid on all of us.

The media keeps saying that each member of the House has a single vote when it comes to deciding on the presidential electorates. This is incorrect: the 12th Amendment reads, “the representation from each state having one vote.”

Realize that ‘representation from each state,’ is not the same as ‘each state representative,’ rather, it means a state delegation is the representation and only one person from each delegation gets to cast a vote. And now the kicker: while the House is controlled by a Democrat majority, it is a Republican majority that holds the number of state delegations in that body.

Fault and Government: A Parable

Decadence, that’s the only word for it, in my opinion. Too much of my wife’s baklava and coffee in the morning and too many of my wife’s grape jelly and barbecue sauce meatballs and whiskey that night.

Then I stand before the mirror in the morning and complain that I’m only getting fatter. Whose fault is this?

If I allowed the government to regulate my life, they certainly wouldn’t blame me. Nor would they blame all the ingredients in the food prepared by my wife.

They might have something to say about the whiskey or cite yet another study showing coffee is or isn’t good for me. But they’d not blame me.

Instead, they’d want to remove that one common component in my life that all these foods have: my wife. That’s how government works and therefore are not to be trusted with your life or your wife.

But blame me — never.

Cutting into Nevada’s Election Fraud Knot, (Pt. 6 of 8)

Staple Street Capital is a private equity firm founded in 2009 based in New York. Co-founder Stephen D. Owens is a veteran of The Carlyle Group and Cerberus Capital Management, also a board member of Dominion Voting.

The official website of Staple Street Capital has since deleted this information.

Key individuals at Dominion, connected with Carlyle Group are the Saudi bin Laden Corporation were also managed by The Carlyle Group before the 9/11 attack in New York. Individuals include John Major, former UK Prime Minister; Fidel Ramos, former Philippines President; Park Tae Joon, former South Korean Prime Minister; Saudi Prince Al-Walid; Colin Powell, former Secretary of State; James Baker III, former Secretary of State; Caspar Weinberger, former Defense Secretary; Richard Darman, former White House Budget Director; the billionaire George Soros; Alice Albright, daughter of Madeleine Albright, former Secretary of State; Arthur Lewitt, former SEC head; William Kennard, former head of the FCC; Karl Otto Pöhl, former Bundesbank president; Henri Martre, former president of Aerospatiale; and Bilderberg steering committee member Etienne Davignon.

Most recently it has been discovered that Attorney General William Barr has been paid $1.2 million by Dominion over the years and continues to benefit from stock options in the corporation.

And though ‘independently fact-checked’ and claimed as false, a wedding announcement in the New York Times proving otherwise, shows that Valerie Biden Owens, Joe Biden’s younger sister and one of his campaign advisors, is married to John T. Owens. The same announcement lists John as the brother of R. Kevin Owens, one of the four principal founders of Staple Street Capital, though this information has also been scrubbed the company’s website.

Between Honesty and Possible Hunger

Since the November 3 elections, maybe even before, I can’t recall and I haven’t gone back to look, I’ve spent an extraordinary amount of time digging into the various stories of fraud, pulling up bits and pieces of evidence, but mostly documenting what I’ve found about Nevada’s 2020 elections. This is not a popular activity on any blogging platform and I have lost a number of readers because of it.

Be that as it may, I’ve endeavored to remain as honest as possible in all aspects of my writing and reporting. If any of it appears to be a little heavy-handed and leaning to the right, it’s a defensive thing, as I’ve spent the last 20-years in the media getting the ‘shit kicked’ out of me because I refuse to conform to the — I was going to say typical, but that isn’t correct — the news corporation propaganda that says I must follow ‘their rules,’ — like the Associated Press Style Guide.

That said, I’m not sorry for the ‘leaning’ or the ‘heavy handiness’ as I called it. Sometimes believe I’m standing alone in this maelstrom, knowing that those around me either see what they are doing as actual honest work or they are hidden amongst the folds of ‘true believers,’ collecting a paycheck.

The reason I bring this up is that I was told recently that if I’d be willing to ‘toe-the-line,’ bend in my ways, walk with the media instead of swimming against it, I will be hired in a heartbeat ‘as you definitely have a skill for storytelling.’ Thank you for the compliment, but no, I think I’d rather starve than be a fraud.

Now that I’ve said all of this, I plan to continue documenting Nevada election fraud, or whatever you want to call it, even if it leads nowhere.

Cutting into Nevada’s Election Fraud Knot, (Pt. 5 of 8)

Sequoia Holdings orchestrated a turnaround in 2010 with the acquisition by Dominion Voting System. On June 4, 2010, Dominion Voting Systems, a previously little-known Canadian company that engaged in the manufacture of electronic voting hardware and optical scanners, acquired Sequoia Voting Systems Inc. Sequoia filed a bankruptcy petition under Chapter 11 of the Bankruptcy Code in February 2014.”

It is worth taking a closer look at the Sequoia group of companies, Sequoia Capital, Sequoia Capital China, and their particularly their founder Neil Shen. Shen is the key connection between the Chinese Communist Party (CCP), Sequoia, and Dominion Voting Systems and their work in the US elections.

In 2005, Shen established Sequoia Capital China as an affiliate to the U.S. firm, with the support of Sequoia Capital’s Michael Moritz and Douglas Leone. Sequoia Capital has also invested in Apple, Google, Oracle, PayPal, LinkedIn, YouTube, Instagram, Yahoo!, WhatsApp, and Alibaba to name but a few.

As a member of the 13th CPPCC National Committee, in September 2015, Shen met with Chinese President Xi Jinping at the China – U.S. Internet Industry Forum in Seattle. In November 2015, during COP 21 (United Nations Conference on Climate Change in Paris), the Breakthrough Energy Coalition was formed led by Bill Gates, Shen, Jack Ma (another CCP member and founder of Alibaba), and Mark Zuckerberg.

Clark County, Nevada’s 56K Adjudicated Ballots Problem

The Nevada Secretary of State’s website states that Joe Biden’s margin of victory was a little over 39,000 votes. Following the election, the Trump campaign sued to disqualify 84,000 double votes, 19,000 vacant lot votes, 15,000 votes from people not living in Nevada, 4,000 non-U.S. citizen votes, and 1,500 votes, involving dead people.

Carson City District Court Judge James Russell dismissed the case on Dec. 4, 2020, citing insufficient evidence. Then six-days later, Clark County Registrar of Voters Joe Gloria located 139 adjudicated ballots, which are ballots where the voter’s intent is unclear, from that county’s Commission ‘C’ race between Ross Miller and Stavros Anthony.

One ballot had Anthony’s name crossed out and Miller’s filled in, even though the voter had marked an otherwise straight Republican ticket. In fact, the Clark County Elections Department gave the majority of those adjudicated ballots in question to Miller, 94 to 44.

Clark County’s process to adjudicate ballots consisted of two staffers reviewing ballots and correcting them by either filling in the circle so the Dominion Voting Machine could read it or by filling out a duplicate ballot. County Registrar Gloria disclosed that his office was also in possession of 56,000 adjudicated ballots and that they had disqualified 10,799 ballots during the June primary in 2020.

Because of the last-minute legislatively-passed mail-in ballot plan, ballots were left permanently separated from their envelopes making it impossible to ask a voter who they intended to vote for.  Because of this, the Clark County Elections Department has been unlawfully allowed to determine voter intent in violation of the equal protection clause of the U.S. Constitution as the U.S. Supreme Court ruled in Bush v. Gore.

No one knows how many ballots Gloria or his office had disqualified during the November 3rd General election and so far no one has been allowed to examine them, or any of the 56,000 adjudicated ballots.

Cutting into Nevada’s Election Fraud Knot, (Pt. 4 of 8)

In November 2007 CFIUS issued a ruling ordering Smartmatic to sell all of its shares in Sequoia Voting Systems in exchange for CFIUS dropping its investigation of Smartmatic. But what followed was far from what one might expect.

Following a ruling by the CFIUS, Smartmatic was ordered to sell to Sequoia’s management team- SVS Holdings Inc, (Sequoia Holdings). However, Smartmatic still retained some financial control over several aspects of Sequoia, ownership of the intellectual property rights of some of Sequoia’s election products deployed in the U.S., and the right to negotiate for overseas business.

It was only in April 2008 that these arrangements were revealed when Hart InterCivic, a competitor of Sequoia, attempted a “hostile takeover” of Sequoia Holdings. Through the discovery process made possible by the purchase offer it became evident that Smartmatic had not fully divested itself of Sequoia Holdings.

The purchase contract showed several elements of permanent control over Sequoia Holdings.

  • Smartmatic still retained some financial control of Sequoia Holdings.
  • Smartmatic also retained ownership of intellectual property rights for some of Sequoia’s currently deployed election products in the United States.
  • Sequoia Holdings reserved the right to negotiate non-compete contracts overseas.

These arrangements were allegedly made with the review and approval of CFIUS. Sequoia Holdings faces substantial legal liability for infringement of intellectual property rights and repeated voting system failures.