It’s Day 210 of the Ohio Shutdown and Day 146 of Rage Against Injustice That Doesn’t Exist.
Deb and I are fine, exhausted from yesterday but with much left to do. I decided to take this gloomy day off from work to give her the help she needed.
We shuffled stuff around, auction lots that were picked up today. A non-running car had to be pushed out of the garage to be hauled away to its new owner. We made three trips to the bank for notary services.
The floors and walls are now visible. Tomorrow, even before we’re done sprucing the place up, the house will be shown for the first time.
We can see the finish line.
Because I was off work and not listening to my warehouse radio this afternoon, I didn’t hear Rush Limbaugh reveal that his lung cancer has progressed:
“From the moment you get the diagnosis, there’s a part of you every day, OK, that’s it, life’s over, you just don’t know when. So, during the period of time after the diagnosis, you do what you can to prolong life, do what you can to prolong a happy life. You measure a happy life against whatever medication it takes.”
“It’s tough to realize that the days where I do not think I’m under a death sentence are over. Now we all are, is the point. We all know that we’re going to die at some point, but when you have a terminal disease diagnosis that has a time frame to it, then that puts a different psychological and even physical awareness to it.”
I hold Limbaugh in the highest regard, both personally and professionally. As I said back in February when he first spoke publicly about his diagnosis,
“Rush Limbaugh has done more good for America than anyone in my lifetime, regardless of office or status. His unapologetic patriotism, his principled stands, his perseverance and his (mostly private) generosity shame his critics.”
Now I understand that some of you, without reservation, hate Rush Limbaugh.
And you, dear readers, can kiss my ass.
I don’t know about you, but I find it hard to believe that Election Day 2020 is just two weeks from tomorrow. With all of the chaff in the air these days, the actual election feels like it’s come hurtling out of nowhere.
It heartens Trump supporters like me to see his seemingly boundless energy, the crowds at his rallies, the enthusiasm, the unabashed patriotism. Beyond the president’s own events, every day brings news and images from parades and caravans, bold demonstrations and displays.
The Other Side, by contrast, almost looks like it’s conceded defeat — a sparse campaign schedule, lightly attended rallies and widespread vandalism of pro-Trump displays. I get a perverse sense of satisfaction out of high-profile Democrats expressing fear of their motivated opposition.
And they should be afraid — not of Trump, but of us.
They should fear the will of Americans, true Americans who’ll do whatever it takes to prevent leftists like Daffy McHairsniffer and HeelsUp Harris from destroying this country.
That said, don’t be fooled by campaign optics. This is a brawl, a fight that’ll be contested well past November 3rd.
We have two weeks.
Take care of yourselves. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Trump2020 #MAGA #KAG