There is a lot of discussion whether President Biden is fit to serve out his term after he dropped out of the race. His address to the nation didn’t help. It was more like a disjointed campaign speech. He told us, “We have to come together to save democracy.” Okay……because there’s not a better way to do that than voting for someone no one picked to run for President. Kamala Harris has been a presidential candidate twice and never received a single vote from any Democratic voter in a Presidential primary. Just two weeks ago the President said Kamala Harris couldn’t win. Yet here she is, as her party’s nominee. We’re getting more like China by the day. While the President spoke the whole mishpocha sat off to side, worrying about themselves as usual. Hunter will be going up against the IRS and the DOJ in September. It’s likely he’ll be found guilty on tax evasion, money laundering and influence peddling for the family cartel. They need Joe to stick around to pardon “everyone” who looks familiar to him.
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This election hullabaloo got me to thinking about inauguration day. None has ever been canceled, no matter the weather. President William Henry Harrison made a long speech in freezing temperatures at his inaugural. Shortly after he became sick and died of pneumonia. He was my great-great-grandmother’s cousin and she attended the inauguration. Her ball gown was made of gray silk and Aunt Jane once wore it in a high school play. Unfortunately, it burned in a fire that destroyed the upper floors of the family home on Lay Avenue. Also lost were her husband’s uniform from the War Between The States and his unit’s battle flag, which he referred to in letters as “The Dear Old Carley Standard.” Other items burned too, ones which would have become more precious over the years. A World War 1 helmet was scarred but came through the blaze. Bad fires have destroyed many things, including old, old county records that went up in flames during the Civil War. Virginia was particularly hard it.
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I’m rattling on here and need to bow off this keyboard and help Miss Hanson toss some things out of the storage room. It’s bursting at the seams. All of us give things a toss and not just old office items. Sometimes we toss people out of our lives and old beliefs and memories. The latter tend to lurk around somewhere though. Have a buster of a day Old Buddy!
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'Til Next Week:
J.M.W.
