Analysis of last week’s presidential election continues, of course, and will for years. Even though the Left hasn’t shown that it grasps the significance of the outcome, there are a number of factors — trends, if you will — that should give them pause.
A now-famous clip from election night captures a delicious moment from one Left-leaning network’s coverage. A political correspondent, standing in front of a map of the US, asks a commentator if he’d like to see where Chuckles was doing better in 2024 than Daffy did in 2020. The graphic he displayed was completely dark.
“Literally nothing?” said the stunned commentator.
“Literally nothing,” said the political correspondent.
Tallies of the popular vote show that the Democrat this time around didn’t gain ground in a single state. A county-by-county breakdown reveals that Chuckles improved on Daffy’s performance in only 58 counties — out of 3,244 nationwide.
Red states got redder. But blue states — every one of them — also favored Trump more than they did four years ago. Ditto 98% of counties.
Now whenever we talk about the 2020 popular vote, we confront a stubborn number — 81,268,867. That’s how many votes Daffy allegedly won. I’m already on-record with my opinion about the likelihood that a doddering old man who campaigned from his basement got 81 million votes. I’m not saying you shouldn’t be skeptical of the government-certified total, but for purposes of this discussion, let’s just go with it.
I previously hinted at the mysterious disappearance of more than 10 million Democrat votes. Today, however, I want you to consider another number.
10,646,543.
That’s the difference between Trump’s losing margin in 2020 and his winning margin in 2024. A swing of 10.6 million popular votes is, by any political measure, positively seismic.
No, Trump didn’t register a “landslide” on-par with Nixon or Reagan. What he did accomplish, however, and the popular vote indisputably bears this out, is to forcibly yank the electorate back from the progressive precipice.
Actually, he didn’t do that. We did.
One more number. It’s not encouraging — it’s disturbing, bordering on terrifying.
71,239,855.
That’s how many of our fellow Americans thought it’d be a good idea to install an unpopular, inarticulate, weak and breathtakingly dumb woman in the Oval Office. We may have dodged four years of the Vapid Vamp, but we can’t escape those 71 million voters.
Never forget that. This ain’t over, not by a long shot.
Beautiful autumn day. Honestly, I can’t imagine more perfect weather or a better place to be.
After a leisurely (read: very slow) start, Deb and I gathered tools and materials and set to work mounting the water heater to the cabin.
Naturally, I couldn’t fix it directly to the T1-11 siding. I first cut a piece of quarter-inch cement board slightly larger than the water heater and screwed that non-combustible material to the wood.
Inside, I used the chop saw to make a pair of two-by-four blocks, which I mounted between the studs. That’d give the appliance a solid tie to the framing.
From there, it was a simple matter of hanging the water heater on a lag screw, making sure it was level, and driving five more screws through the mounting brackets.
For the time being, it’s only a wall ornament. We still need to run power (control circuitry and ignitor), LP (fuel) and, of course, water. But getting it secured to the outside of the cabin today was a satisfying (if small) advance.
When we finished with that, we took Scout and Smudge for a walk in the woods.
Later, a trip to Flippin to gas-up the Jeep ($2.599) treated us to a vivid Ozarkansas sunset.
Life is good.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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