Election fraud is global. From Elizabeth Nickson at elizabethnickson.substack.com:
The More We Know, the More People Know, the Less They Will Dare
I spent my childhood studying extreme emotional states. My mother, an amateur athlete who won tennis and golf championships into her 60’s, a gifted pianist, beautiful, solidly educated, well read, funny, had reality breaks. It was as if God had crammed so many gifts into one human woman, she would short circuit.
I, her eldest child and only daughter, learned how to subvert them.
As a result, I think depression is dangerous, it isn’t the quavering of the weak or a romantic sighing before the Cruelty of Man, I see it as demonic, treacherous, inviting the death of all things good and fine
.So I sheer away from the “we are lost” pieces from the genuinely great writers of this time. I mean, what we are in now is so absurd, so maddening, it’s Swiftian, calling forth writing like that of the early Spectator, Addison, Steele, the essays I used to puzzle over as a teen. The writers we have on our side are the purest pleasure to read. It’s why I think we’ll win. But I refuse to engage with the hopelessness they, and many, (most?) people feel. I’ve seen how it ends.
Even lefties think the midterms were stolen. Even in my town at the end of the hippie trail, people are saying, “What happened? Do you know? Do you understand? I thought….???” Even they could see the absolute fuckup the Dems have created. Even they were hoping for a correction, at the very least a pause, a moment of sanity and calm before their Great March Forward resumed. Plus that way, they could unleash all their hate on the usual suspects and there is nothing they love more than to hate anyone not signed onto The Cause.
