November fundraiser post: this is is, kids, the last fundraiser before we know our country’s fate [sticky; new posts below; DAY BEFORE ELECTION DAY UPDATE]
I’ve done as much as I can to turn people away from our ongoing national nightmare. So I guess we’ll know in less than a week if all of our efforts here were in vain. I admit, we do tend to shout into the abyss from time to time.
Incidentally, a troubling omen: the people who moved in to the house next to ours yesterday — renters — have an Obama bumper sticker on one of their cars. Curiously, another of their cars is a camouflage-painted pick-up truck.
— Which already failed, because I saw it immediately. Parked right there next to curb.
This can’t end well.
Monday update: Thanks to all who’ve contributed. About half way home this month. Times are rough, I suppose. But Daddy needs a bottle of scotch, badly, so he can go into a stupor tomorrow.
Give until it hurts. Me, though. Not you. Until it hurts me.