Here is another classy reaction to the news but it's all text so you don't have to turn down your speakers.
In that former link, the--I can't call her a "woman" because that implies some measure of adulthood, and she's just a toddler throwing a tantrum--screams, "RUTH! YOU JUST HAD TO MAKE IT TO 2021!"
These people are acting as if she chose to die, or at least as if she had some say in the hour of her death. Given the evidence, I'm positive that if she'd had a choice she would have remained alive until January 20, 2021...or at least November 4th.
RBG was diagnoised with cancer in 2009. 2016 was seven years later, so I expect that's why she thought she'd beaten the odds. Further, the Democrats were convinced that Hillary was a shoo-in. After all, all the polls, all the news critters, the conventional wisdom--everything said she'd be the next President. So why retire?
You have to understand: when the left cannot get its way at the ballot box, it turns to the courts and sues until it gets a ruling in its favor. Abortion was their biggest victory with this method but it was not their only one. Having a SC that reliably votes left is essential to the long-term goals of the left. If the right wing is able to swing the court right, a lot of the left's agenda can simply be undone the same way it was enacted.
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You know it's coming:
After the Kavanaugh fiasco, though, and given that Americans have hit their fill line for manufactured scandal, I have to wonder how effectual it'll be.
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You idiots do realize that Beethoven was Born in Bonn, Germany, in 1770, right? I'm confident that whatever else Beethoven might have been, he most certainly WAS NOT BLACK. Not being born smack-dab in the middle of Europe in the latter half of the 18th century, he wasn't.
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I turned on the heat last night. When I did, it was already down to 68 in here; with the outdoor temps dipping to the low forties, it was not going to get warmer before it got a good deal colder. It's not October, but it is the weekend that contains the autumnal equinox, so it's all good.
Yesterday, I was just plum tuckered.
I was simultaneously happy and annoyed. I mean, Thursday evening's work on clearcutting the old garden area, that was a lot of effort expended, and I even got to the point where I periodcally had to stop moving for a bit. I'd haul a load of branches, drop them in the pile, face the wind and take a few breaths, then start moving again. Not because I couldn't keep moving, but because I was getting fatigued.
So I expected my muscles to ache Friday...and they didn't. They just felt tired, is all. My entire body was suffused with a heavy physical fatigue, but there was no pain at all. That's very weird for me; usually after making an unusual effort I'm a mass of aches the next day. So I felt good that I am apparently in good enough shape that the physical effort only made me tired; but it also annoyed me that I didn't get any improvement in my conditioning out of all that work that I did.
But I had to go to the far off-site and wander all over it in my protective gear to get a rough idea of what the WiFi coverage looked like, and when you're already tired that's just not an attractive proposition. I mean, the site is five and a half acres and I needed to cover a lot of ground. I went, even so, and took my readings and made my estimates and-and-and.
At lunchtime I was just done, but "miles to go", so I went. Back to the office (and tromped across the plant to Shipping where I worked on that computer) and then to my near offsite to plug in a recently-repaired UPS.
Didn't sleep well last night, either.
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I noticed, on my way home the other day, on the motorcycle, that all the cars are gone from Balmoral Racetrack. When was it that I saw them...? But the parking lots, formerly full of Volkswagens which had been recalled due to "Dieselgate", were empty. I wonder what happened to them?
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Just after noon, now, and I've been up for a few hours. So if I go back to bed now, technically that's a "nap" and not "sleeping in until afternoon".