Voting Conspiracies and Numbers

As with all presidential elections, there are lots of “stories” floating around.

From available data, subject to MINOR changes as votes are still being counted, here are some numbers:

In 2016 there were 157,596,000 registered voters. 136,787,187 voted. 20,808,813 registered voters DID NOT VOTE.

In 2020 there were 168,308,000 registered voters. 158,487.688 voted. 9,826,312 registered voters DID NOT VOTE. Factoid: the total number of votes cast in 2020 nearly equals the entire registered voter population in 2016. Conspiracy?

In 2024 there were 186,500.000 registered voters as of 9/2024 per USA FACTS. 140,980,281 voted. A staggering 45,519,719 registered voters DID NOT VOTE.

A deeper research to federal election sites will show where all 2016 and 2020 these numbers come from and keep in mind 2024 numbers are still incomplete, but close enough for this discussion.

One conspiracy story says there were 20 million extra votes in 2020, proof of fraud. Numbers prove that conspiracy is wrong.

Both Trump and Harris (Biden) lost votes from their 2020 numbers…so far. And that should be the big story. Over 40 million registered voters did not vote. Why did they register? Or was it older voters who did not vote? Or was it aliens?

The numbers show registration efforts by both parties were successful between 2020 and 2024. But getting the new registrants to vote, not so much. Why?

It’s interesting to note Harris and Clinton got nearly the same number of votes, 8 years apart. And Trump got fewer votes in his 2024 victory than his record haul in 2020, when he lost.

Deeper research will be conducted by smarter people smarter than me but my opinion is since Harris in 2024 and Clinton in 2016 got the same number of votes, and Biden, got 13 million more in his 2020 election, there is a gender gap in the American voting system. Trump’s support was basically consistent with increased voter registration and his small 2024 loss, may be made up by late counting, making his vote totals understandable.

Numbers will never explain why over 62 million people voted for Trump not once, not twice, but probably three times. One of these days there will have to be a discussion on what may or may not disqualify a candidate from elected office. 2024 proved there is nothing, now.

Of note, Trump’s election sent the stock market soaring as corporations expect less regulation, lower taxes, and larger profits from the Trump years. For fun, google how much money billionaires made IN ONE DAY, from that market increase. Musk made the most, IN ONE DAY! Google it.

Trump won. So?

Several of my friends posted “We are Doomed” on social websites. Are we?

First critical lesson from the election: this country will NEVER elect a woman. Females are 51 percent of the electorate and have never been in the Oval Office except to bring coffee, but the conservative female tribe is stronger than the all-female tribe. Many women voted for Trump, the obese, handsy billionaire, sexual assaulter instead of for a woman. Their choice. And many millions of men either sat it out or voted for Trump RATHER than for a “women”. Trump has now won 2 electoral college elections and one popular vote election over…women. That window is closed for good, ladies.

Second: Latino voters are just like white voters. Once they have made it, they don’t give a hoot about the fate of others. (FYI: look up definition of SONDER). How else to explain Trump’s increase in Latino voters weeks after he promised, on “day one”, to deport millions of immigrants. He’s only going to deport the millions of bad immigrants.

Hm. Maybe we are not doomed. Trump won, so we are spared the whining about a stolen election. That’s good, right? All those “election reforms” in swing states worked, yes?

Back in 2016, Donald became a surprise president and–as noted in earlier columns–he is not a stupid man. At that time, I hoped, even prayed, his victory would propel him into one of the greatest presidents, ever. Yes, I think he is capable.

It did not.

But that was because, as sharp as he is, he knew he needed an ignorant, riled up base to get a second term. As with most Republicans, his first thought was about getting re-elected and holding on to power. For fours years Donald played to that base, and he was voted out of office after an uneven, some say disastrous term in office. Time, of course, will judge.

Now, he doesn’t need that base any more. He’s done with elections, but he is not done with his legacy concern. He wants to be the best president, ever. And he can be. He is intelligent enough to know his base represents half of America, not all of it. There is a chance he will understand his last term of office, his last chance at a lasting, positive legacy, will mean something different in 2024 than it did in 2016. He is lucky to have a second chance at being a great leader. Let’s see how it goes.

To Evangelical Christians: Trump is not the Second Coming. Never was. And Harris is not the Anti-Christ. What the hell are you people doing? For once, see Jesus, read Jesus, and DWJWD. My, God.

For most Trump voters, think long and hard about your unwavering support of a billionaire president. It is so funny it’s sad, that working people worship him as a supporter of the working man. Let’s see how much money he and his family make off the second term, if he doesn’t care about his legacy. And no whining or lamenting when Trump chooses policies for the billionaires, instead of you. Let the union busting begin.

As for Law and Order? Simple. Be a billionaire, do whatever you want, and not only pardon yourself and get unwavering support from “law and order” voters, but let other billionaires in on the fun. Musk?

One last sentence about modern America, and it is NOT anyone’s fault: everything is now officially for sale and we’ll see, soon, how much democracy and the constitution are worth.

Huh. Never looked at it that way…

In the current heightened political atmosphere, the misinformation and out right lies flying out over various media is intended to help one candidate or the other, right? A viral internet video, for example, “shows” Joe Biden not blink for over 45 minutes. The video says he’s been dead for 2 years. You weren’t going to vote for him anyway, were you.

Another video says Kamala Harris is really a man. Maybe she should embrace that one so she doesn’t lose the election because of misogyny.

These types of “attack” ads and videos are currently the sole property of the Right Wing media of American Politics. The Left does white-bread videos like “Trump hates immigrants”, or “Trump is a fascist.” The worst local ad I’ve seen, for example, says a local candidate thinks “Trump is a threat to Democracy”. Lines like that are water off Don’s back.

So what is the purposes of the Right Wing attack ads, hilarious videos, and wild conspiracies? Is it really political gamesmanship?

No. Its about money. Commerce, specifically, e-commerce.

American and foreigner entrepreneur have found the greatest marketing plan, ever: Market to MAGA world. A recent study found most of the frivolous and most outrageous videos and sites are tied to e-commerce platforms, and follow up the unreasonable stories with a chance for the reader to buy “gear”. Or Bitcoin. Or donate to a Super PAC not even related to the Trump Campaign. In fact, the Trump campaign seldom knows about these sites and their stories, at least Donald doesn’t. The sites and stories don’t always come from the Right Wing, they’re simply AIMED at the Right Wing. Enterprising somethings or others, (assuming they are human), know the MAGA world loves conspiracy, anger, and all around snarky, middle-school, mean-girl behavior. More importantly, these capitalist know MAGA-ites love to buy hats, and buttons, and banners, and gold sneakers, and Bibles, and “Let’s Go Brandon” T-shirts, among other things.

What a great plan. That fat nerd in his mom’s basement grinding out conspiracy videos is now making money. Maybe enough to move out of the basement?

It helps when MAGA world distributes the marketing by posting and reposting and asking us all “You’re all sheep. How can you not see what’s happening?”

Next time you see an outrageous video or news story, especially if its re-posted, try to get back to the source and see what they’re selling, beside bullshit.

In the mean, I’ll be looking for a way to cash in on the liberal market with some fearmongering of my own, with a link to my book sales on Amazon, as soon as I raise the price, and re-title them to something politically enticing.

The Great Divide, new version

I was reading a great article about pig iron and how it got its name, when a strange idea struck: America IS divided but not by political party or economics, but by facts: Some like them, some don’t. The article about the iron was well written and laid out the story with a beginning, a middle, and an end, all supported by facts about making a hard, but cheap metal. In the background my tv was stuck on interviews with Trump supporters at his Madison Square Garden rally. And I’d just read an impassioned letter to the editor from a Trump supporter trying to get local voters to vote for a Trump surrogate.

It became apparent the Trump Train is all about feelings. The letter writer called the Trump surrogate “tough and empathetic”. Rally attendees talked about Trumps machismo, his manliness, his aura.

The Pig Iron story stood in stark contrast. The story was all facts. No feelings. For months the reason for Trump support was elusive. Just the fact he’d say one thing, do another, and then deny he said or did both, was disqualifying, in my eyes, for leadership of the free world. But it is what APPEALS to the Trumpers. One said “Trump’s shaking things up.”Another said “Liberals are mad because they can’t control Trump. He does whatever he wants.” Duh.

Suddenly, it’s full circle back to common sense, and I wonder if any Trump supporter ever really hears themselves, or pays attention to what they say. It’s unsaid whether Trump will keep shaking things up as a leader of all America, or if he’ll do whatever he wants to us all, and our institutions. Do Trump supporters think about that?

The other billionaire running for an office, Musk, has said when he gets into office there will be short-term pain for America as he guts the government. Yummy. I can’t wait to see that. Musk, who is giving away money, says America needs to be more fiscally responsible and he is the one to make it so. Say what?

The whole Trump campaign is like an R-Rated Abbot and Costello routine. “Who’s on first?”

“Why?”

“Cause I want to know.”

“No. Why is who’s on first.”

Trump is playing it close to the vest, but his noisy, power-drunk posse is already looking to reform the entire United States into Trump World. It will not be subtle, like last time when he put a billionaire hater of public education, Devoss, in charge of the Education Department. And put Mulvaney, who tried to de-fund the Consumer Protection Board under Obama, in charge of The Consumer Protection Board under Trump. Insult and injury to the American Consumer in one appointment.

This time it will be balls to the wall change. And he will still try to win, even if he loses the vote, a fair and accurate vote, denied by all the sore losers for over 5 years now.

So. Will there be anyone left who cares about facts? Maybe Vance, who whined that Democrats called Trump Hitler, when the only significant person on record calling Trump Hitler is…Vance.

Let the games begin. Literally.

The Life or Money Conundrum

Step 1: definition of conundrum: a difficult problem, riddle, or puzzle.

Could there be anything more conundrummy (sic) than the “end of life” money issue for most seniors? If you’re young and have money, it’s easy to see what to do: enjoy it! While you may not have realized it at the time, that is a rational calculation based on the fact a young person has plenty of time to make more money. Or get raises. Easy come easy go, was a mantra in my young life. Cars, motorcycles, broads (apologies for the dated, sexist–but specific–label), booze, drugs, et. al., at first. Then, education, kids, kid’s education, vacation home, et. al. when maturity was realized. But in each “phase” the unanalyzed(sic) rationalization was enough money would be incoming to support me/us.

But senior financial life is different. As a Chartered Financial Consultant (ChFC), and Certified Long Term Care Consultant (CLTC) in my later years as a Financial Planner, I became acutely aware of the major, deciding factor in any financial planning for most seniors on a fixed income. This factor is so important, I made it the first question of my customer intake questionnaire: How long will you live?

Early in my career, a polite, nice, old lady approached me after speaking at a “Planning Seminar”. She had a specific question: “I’m 77 years old and have $270,000 in my retirement account. How much should I spent today?”

She was articulating a sharp point about the seminar subject of making your money last your lifetime. She wanted me, the ChFc and CLTC, to tell her how long that lifetime would be. Many times, already, I’d been introduced to seniors living on bare necessities, as they anxiously pondered what to do with thousands of dollars in the bank, all the while never knowing if they would be alive when they woke up next morning.

The conundrum delineated: “How does a senior citizen enjoy the money they have before they–or the money–expire?” The word enjoy is the problem. The little, old lady from the seminar, for example, was asking how to spend $270,000 that day as she assumed she would die overnight and not need money anymore, the following morning. She also wanted to know if she did last another 20 years, how could she make sure there was money left in year 20 to support her.

My advice (and any other Financial Professionals) was worthless because it would be based on speculation. I could only give her options. Several senior clients embarked on strict financial plans with complicated financial products to make the money last long, only to die early in the process. And then there were clients who threw caution to the wind and spent like drunken sailors, eventually having nothing for the later years. They outlived their money, but enjoyed doing it.

Note, there are many so much better off than others, with pensions and assets making decisions easy, and erasing all notion of a “conundrum”. But the rest of us will be okay with careful planning, as long as nothing goes wrong with the planning, and if we avoid the major medical issues and family crises which threaten the delicate ecosysyem of our solutions to The Conundrum.

In that past life I was a ChFC, CLTC, CSA, CEP, and licensed Insurance Agent, but was clueless in decision making. I know the options, and share them, but each decision made by a senior has to be based on the guess about longevity and health, a hunch, even a belief in where our lives are going and how long it will take.

Once the decision is made, The Conundrum is gone. And all that is left is hope.

Not a bad thing, really. But scary.

Investigating a new Bromide

One of the oldest bromides is the saying “you learn something new every day”.

First, before the reveal, do you know what a “bromide” is, and where the phrase came from?

Potassium Bromide is a salt used as an anticonvulsant and sedative in the late 19th and early 20th century. It is rumored that during World War I, British soldiers were given Bromide to curb sexual desires. The salts were then later used as “sedative hypnotics”, a treatment characterized by lazy complacence and calmness. It was that practice which spawned the term “bromide” and gave it it’s colloquial meaning of “boring, comforting cliche”. PS It is okay to think of a “bromide” in a more negative sense. Everyone has a right to their own opinion. (See?)

I rushed through bromide stuff to get to the “new thing” learned today. As a father of two, grandfather to five, and friend to many other parents, the term “tongue tied” has always meant one thing: “someone is unable to speak clearly or freely, often due to shyness, embarrassment, or surprise”, per Merriam Webster.

But (drum roll for the new thing) tongue tied really comes from a form of tongue development noted in new borns where the “flap” under the tongue is too short. Go ahead, take a minute to feel under your tongue and find the stringy thing (the “lingual frenulum”) holding your tongue in your mouth. Got it? Babies are often born with a lingual frenulum too short or too tight, and it leads to a condition called “Tongue Tie, otherwise known as ankyloglossia”. If you’re a parent or soon to be parent, google this condition, if you don’t know about it already. Tongue Tie occurs in 5-10 percent of new born babies and appears to be hard to diagnose and treat, from some doctors perspectives. Tongue Tie’s main medical issue is it inhibits babies attempts to “latch on” to the breast for feeding.

The problem is it is not life threatening, so doctors are free to have their own opinions about diagnosing and treatment, or not. And they do, if you read internet stuff from reputable places. Some say it will cure itself and some say it needs to be fixed immediately, using a procedure know by two names: Frenotomy of Frenulotomy, tongue tiers in their own right.

I never knew a lick (get it?) about Tongue Tie until 9:37AM EST today, and rushed right here to share.

So. In my opinion, you do learn something new every day. From traffic lights to traffic circles, rotary phones to cell phones, we just roll with our new stuff and move on, as we have since the dawn of time.

Second Silly New Thing: baby boys are twice as likely to be born with Tongue Tie, no doubt as preparation for heart-to-heart conversations and marriage proposals.

BTW, my frenulum is perfect.

National What?

Here it is the end of the middle of October, 2024, and the news finally reached me: it is National Pizza Month (NPM)! How’s that for for good news?

Sadly, October has been NPM since October 1984. First, smarter, better-read friends should have told me, and they’ll never be forgiven, unless they buy me a pizza. Second, the countless pizza places who have enjoyed my cheese and sauce on dough business have never mentioned it, either. NPM has been kept a better secret than the aliens in Roswell. Wonder if it was in the classified documents all our ex-presidents took home. It would have been Reagan, probably some of his damn trickle-down crap. But Bush, Clinton, and the rest, had to be involved in the cover-up.

Sadly, there is no personal benefit to NPM. I’ve asked. In fact, pepperoni slice prices are significantly higher, now, than 1984. Damn you Reagan, Bush, Clinton, Obama, Trump, and Biden for ignoring Pizza-nomics. In fact, the one pizza expert behind the counter I consulted, the one with the nose ring and tattoos, says he/she/them didn’t even know about the NPM honor. We’ll cut he/she/them some slack since they weren’t around for what must have been a national month of festivities in 1984. Hm. Wonder where I was?

But wait: there is a rumor about something significant on February 9th. Oh, yeah, that is National Pizza Pie Day (NPPD). That day somehow became the NPPD in 2000. No one knows why. For fun, Google says “the day recognizes the cultural significance of the beloved dish leading to moments of indulgence and enjoyment”. If you’re wondering, I had nothing to do with it, but I have entered it into my phone calendar. Next year…

Is there more? A deep dive (pizza) in the world of National Days yields another pizza-specific gem: National Cheese Pizza Day (NCPD) on September 5. More? Yes, please! National Pepperoni Pizza Day (NPPD) on September 20.

That’s it, right? Nope. Lets not forget National Sausage Pizza day (NSPD) on October 11. And (possibly) for you nerds, out there, National Pi Day (NPiD) on March 14th. Haven’t learned if that is pizza or math pi(e), but it sounds like it belongs in this discussion.

Research is ongoing about possible deals or benefits from NPM, NPD, NpiD, NSPD, NPPD, and NCPD so I’ll keep you updated.

And I will be founding National Buffalo Chicken Pizza Day (NBCPD) right after my petition for National Breakfast Pizza Day (NBPD) is submitted to whatever organization (National Organization of Pizza Enjoyers? NOPE?) designates the days of celebration.

For those of us who enjoy pizza, that’s every day.

Politics, the Modern Version

As an Independent who skews Liberal, the opportunity to see Conservative values and policies is often an enlightening and rewarding experience.

I’ve worded that sentence in a precise, particular way, to highlight the dumb-ass nature of current American Politics. Talk to any Conservative who will admit to any Liberal Policy being worth a crap? And vice versa? No. If you’re a modern Republican Conservative, anyone who doesn’t think like you is an idiot. Oddly, if you are a Modern Liberal, anyone who doesn’t think like you is an idiot. When did all this happen?

The Traditional Values the Right likes to claim as their own, are Values shared by every Lefty Liberal I know. And how many Liberals want to take guns away from citizens? A better question is to ask how many Liberals actually own guns. A lot.

Let’s look at it this example: Today, a Conservative offers a 10 point plan for governance. A free thinking Liberal will probably admit (NOT out loud) he supports five of the points. In The Old Days of Political Action that was called a “Starting Point”. These days its is called…I don’t know what but since the ideas are “Labeled” as Con or Lib, zealous supporters of both fire up the insult engine and the discussion is over, except for the bleacher activity where each tries to pull the other’s pants down.

This crazy stuff started before Trump, but he gets props for understanding how to capitalize on an electorate of–suddenly–idiots. Since the 80’s there have been many strident, bombastic, conservative voices who made a great living telling the usually apprehensive Conservative population anything NOT Conservative was worthless. Gingrich, Limbaugh (Yes, the one Trump gave the American Medal of Honor to), Beck, and then O’reilly, and Hannity, all painted non-conservatives as Non-Americans. I never heard the same from any loud, famous, and ultimately wealthy voices on the Left, but maybe there was, most certainly in response, at some point.

Then Grover Nordquist, the famous anti-taxer, began his campaign of making Conservatives sign a Pledge (google the Taxpayer Protection Pledge) to Lower or even end, taxes. If a Conservative didn’t sign the pledge, the non-signer was voted out of office in the next primary season. Sound familiar? Right now, in this past primary year, Republicans urged all voters to ONLY vote for Trump-loving candidates.

So. Did the Liberal side sit on their asses? No. Now, any non-Liberal thought is a threat to Democracy, with the capital D, And “both-sideism” has become part of the modern political lexicon.

So here’s what is lost: a good, conservative idea during a Liberal Administration, and a good Liberal idea during a Conservative Administration. Neither will ever be considered. How about a thoughtful, intelligent, Conservative politician running for office in a Liberal Gerrymandered area? Or–again–vice versa?

I may have an idea how this crap started, but I’ve no idea how to end this. Anyone else?

All I can say for sure is America is NOT the land of responsible adults, anymore, and I suspect we all need to look in a mirror of our own, not our news silos.

As a humorous aside, Trump is not even a Conservative. Ask Grover.

Caveat: because of space, everything is over-simplified. Do your own research, especially into the Contract with America, 1994.

Early Morning Something or Other

It’s 1:30 am, EST, and I’m not only awake, but rested. The Yankees won, so, that helps. And Aaron judge finally homered. Yay.

My days, lately, have inverted themselves. I sleep/nap a lot in the day and spend the night wide awake, rested and wondering about all the things a 20-year-old never had a clue he would be wondering about 52 years later. As a possible misanthrope, (don’t know where to go to get a fair and accurate diagnosis) it’s a pleasure having fewer people awake and milling about, doing nothing but making noise. In this area of upstate NY there are no 24 hour stores, or fitness centers, or any other place to wander around, so here I am. I’ll be at one or the other my fitness centers when they open at 6, and be back to my apartment, toned and refreshed, by the time most everyone else arises and starts to ruin the world.

This early morning post is obviously going nowhere, more like therapy. The daily dose of news has been consumed. The times for the day’s sporting events have been entered into my crowded schedule. I’ve checked my credit union to make sure my identity has not been stolen and money siphoned from accounts. Finished my Kia Warranty paperwork for Limpy, the car that shut down on me while driving. Getting it repaired was a thoroughly enjoyable venture into the world of corporations who communicate poorly and care little for 72 year-old health-challenged humans who need their car. Nuts, to them. They won’t have me to not call back much longer.

As a slower burner of calories, it’s time to plan the days food festivities. Being disabled has reduced my step rate from a healthy 8-10,000 a day, pre-Calamities, to the current dis-respectable average of 2,500 steps. I allow myself the luxury of not worrying about it, anymore, since swimming doesn’t translate into steps, so…I’m good.

I should probably go the bathroom. Maybe a piece of toast. Too early for 120 calories of carbos?

Huh. I’m tired. Just now. Just like that. 2am and back to bed. Not bad. Wonder how many calories I burned typing…

Words, but different ones…

When you view life as a certain state of being and allow its eccentricities to be the fabric of your existence, beginnings and endings fade away. The nature of eternity, endless space, and a higher power greater, even, than the sum of all in this known world, yields an understanding maybe not quite right but inherently capable of satisfying human inquisitiveness.

So it is when you enter the world of The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, written by John Koening, and published in 2021. My internet friend, Wikipedia, says it is an “English word-construction project seeking to coin and define neologisms (new words) for emotions not yet described in language.” The author apparently started the project when he could not find the right words to use in his poetry. American ingenuity at its finest, yes?

You should do your own research, trust me, but here are some of my favorites, including “sonder”, the original word which tickled my fancy so much a rush to the bathroom was required to avoid dampening my boxers. I’ve paraphrased definitions to fit more in, but take a look at the book and website of the same name for more mental exercise and amusement.

SONDER: “noun, the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own–populated with their own ambitions, friends, worries and as much inherited craziness as your own.”

EISCE: noun, “the awareness of the infinitesimal role you play in shaping your own society.”

KENAWAY: noun, “the longing to see how other people live their lives when they’re not in public”.

Hm. These three words, alone, distill years and paragraphs of college dorm room discussions into three nouns. At least for a private, Liberal Arts school. It’s fun to imagine, too, how new words describe things new to humankind. Imagine a caveman feeling any of these words, and wondering “is it just me?”

As modern life exponentially grows in complexity, it makes sense we need new words to describe the mental, emotional, and physical realities humans encounter as they grow with it, but is it socially efficient to simply make up or own words? Fick, (sic) if I know.

I do know that if everyone sondered* more the world would be a better place. If everyone was aware of their eisce we’d be a humbler, intelligent society instead of one full of minor, local dictators trying to change reality. And if kenaway becomes a legal defense for peeping,…”Your honor, I was simply kenawaying*.”

The best part of the whole word discussion is…the discussion, the dialogue. New words, old words, it matters only if we understand them, use them, and share them in thoughtful, humane conversations, sog sam it.

The only true fear is for grammar and punctuation. A world with new words, misplaced commas, no periods, and an epidemic of dangling participles will be the end of us all.

*I’ve always hated turning a noun into a verb, but it’s so much fun…