Posted on 11/12/2022 6:21:08 AM PST by fwdude
Prove me wrong. We’ve been here before.
Somebody will give them a hand. And a stamp.
‘Mail in ballots and ballot harvesting should be banned everywhere.’
agreed about ballot harvesting; but mail in ballots...? eight states now permit all elections to be primarily mail in, including blood red Utah...
and it’s a moot point; mail in voting isn’t going anywhere, and if pubbies can’t keep up, they will be minority forever...
You’re right. Obama owns everything (until he stands before the judgement seat of Jesus Christ) as during his ongoing reign he has installed Marxists/communists into positions where they either lead or are growing in influence in our intelligence agencies, the military and more. Some of the nonestablishment House republicans have the massive evidence of corruption and even treasonous activity by the Obama types and the Biden family ready to present in House hearings, with these criminals made to testify. We all know how much power these intelligence agency criminals, the executive branch and the Obama people behind the scenes have. No way do they allow themselves to be held accountable. No problem fixing a few little House races in the already anti-American far western states.
And they know it’s no problem when they have the FBI, CIA, etc. with them working to cover up their own corruption and treason, and of course their media stooges.
You are right. They all along have known it was imperative to keep the House to avoid being held accountable. And they have the power to protect themselves from being held accountable. Until they stand before the judgement seat of Jesus Christ.
That was before we heard of community organizer Barack Hussein Obama, who eight years later promised he would “transform” America. And has. Ultimately, though, he will have to stand before the judgement seat of Jesus Christ, as we all will.
Thanks for setting me straight on that...I didn’t give any thought to the term mail-in, thinking it was speaking of absentee ballots.
Just when and what state started the mail-in? I’m not asking WHO as it goes without saying but I’ll say it anyway. It had to be states with dems in charge.
If you substitute the idea of voting/freedom instead of music, this song rings true.
I changed just a few words. The Day That Freedom Died.
A long, long time ago
I can still remember
How that freedom used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my hope
That I could make those people vote
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
But November made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day that freedom died
[Chorus]
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey ‘n rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die”
“This’ll be the day that I die”
[Verse 1]
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in the voting poll
Can freedom save your mortal soul
And can you show me how to vote at the polls?
Well, I know that you’re in love with them
‘Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day that freedom died
[Chorus]
I started singin’, “Bye-bye, Miss American Pie”
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey ‘n rye
And singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die”
“This’ll be the day that I die”
[Verse 2]
Now, for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone
But that’s not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day that freedom died
[Chorus]
We were singin’, “Bye-bye, Miss American Pie”
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey ‘n rye
And singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die”
“This’ll be the day that I die”
[Verse 3]
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and fallin’ fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now, the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to vote
Oh, but we never got the chance
‘Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day that freedom died?
[Chorus]
We started singin’, “Bye-bye, Miss American Pie”
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey ‘n rye
And singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die”
“This’ll be the day that I die”
[Verse 4]
Oh, and there we were, all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
‘Cause fire is the devil’s only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan’s spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day that freedom died
[Chorus]
He was singin’, “Bye-bye Miss American Pie”
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey ‘n rye
And singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die”
“This’ll be the day that I die...”
[Breakdown]
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I used to vote years before
But the man there said that freedom wouldn’t play
And in the streets, the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day that freedom died
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