This is how we learn how voting by mail is safe and secure.

The banjo in the 1960s and into the 1970s was the instrument of socialists following along behind the lead set by Pete Seeger. There was a time when something like half the people I knew played the banjo. There below is a Wikipedia photo of my most long-standing friend from nursery school, Mitch Podolak, who I now find passed away last year, which I did not until this moment know. And here is his Wikipedia entry: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mitch_Podolak

This was part of what I wrote about him in days past:

Mitchell Podolak, now merely Mitch, is the person who I have consciously known for a longer time than anyone else in my entire life. We were in nursery school together and then went to various summer camps and I am not even sure that maybe we even met up at High School again. But around the age of 14 he decided that this was not for him and off he went, so by the time he was 17 or so, he had hitchhiked back and forth across Canada around a dozen times. A true Woody Guthrie type of a kind that does not exist today. I have met up with him only once since those days, on a visit I made to Winnipeg in the late 1990s, where he really has put down roots.

He is one of the few people I know from my early youth who is famous enough to show up on Google when you put in his name. Our politics are, however, not all that similar. Yet I should mention that this was not always the case. The nursery school we met at was run by comrades for the children of comrades. Both of us began our treks through life on the far left side of politics. I am where I am, and this is where he is.

I might mention our days at Camp where in 1955, two musicians came to visit, one who played the concertina and the other, none other than Pete Seeger himself, who came and played the banjo [which was, and by no coincidence, long-necked, five-stringed and wood-framed]. I remember virtually nothing else from my camping days – this is, after all, sixty years ago – but I do remember this concert. The result has been that the only two instruments I own and play are the concertina and banjo. So whatever may have separated us in life, whether time, distance or politics, we share a love of folk music that transcends all else.

Sic gloria transit mundi.

If we are mark’d to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.

God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.

But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.

No, faith, my friends, wish not a man of wavering thought.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!

Rather proclaim it, though they be, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.

This day is call’d election day.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Donald Trump.

He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say “That was the day he won re-election.”

Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say “These wounds I had on election day.”
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words—
Donald J. Trump, and all who stayed with him,

And on his side and with him to the end
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And election days shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be rememberèd—

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in America now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they did not stay the course,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon election day.

From What Fraud? 2+2=4 WATCH: A statistical case against a Biden win in less than 6 minutes. Four elements with this the first:

This is the accompanying tesx, and we even get a mention!

In Part 1, Cortes discusses record turnout in places like Wisconsin, which had 90% voter turnout. Not only was this equivalent to Australia, where voting is mandatory, but such turnout only happened in key areas Biden needed to win to flip states. One example was Milwaukee, which had 84% turnout compared to another Midwestern city like Cleveland (51%), despite similar demographics.

It’s worth going to the link to watch all four. You can supplement that with this, although it’s heavier going: “It Defies Logic”: Scientist Finds Telltale Signs Of Election Fraud After Analyzing Mail-In Ballot Data.

The only question now is whether cheating your way to victory is now The American Way. If so, then plan accordingly.

This is a footnote from Jeffrey Masson’s Against Therapy (1988), a profoundly interesting book that reminds us just how corrupt the entire psychiatric establishment is. Check out Google Scholar on Masson to see just part of the debate he stoked up. But here I am quoting a passage from a letter written by Freud in 1883 in which Freud discusses John Stuart Mill’s views on feminism and its possibilities. In light of how the world has unfolded since those times, there is no question who had the more realistic understanding of the possibilities that were then inherent.

“Freud’s views on feminism were not positive. This is clear from a letter to his fiancée, Martha Bernays, written on November 15 1883, in which he tells her that he has been translating John Stuart Mill: ‘He lacked the sense of the absurd, on several points, for instance in the emancipation of women and the question of women altogether. I remember a main argument in the pamphlet I translated that the married woman can earn as much as the husband. I dare say we agree that housekeeping and the care and education of children claim the whole person and practically rule out any profession … It seems a completely unrealistic notion to send women into the struggle for existence in the same way as men. Am I to think of my delicate sweet girl as a competitor? … I believe that all the reforming activity, legislation and education will founder on the fact that long before the age at which a profession can be established in our society, Nature will have appointed woman by her beauty, charm and goodness, to do something else.” Letters of Sigmund Freud, 1873-1939, by Ernst L. Freud, trans. by Tania and James Stern (London: The Hogarth Press, 1961), 90″ [The ellipses are found in the original footnote as transcribed by Masson.] (Masson 1988: 91)

Masson, Jeffrey, 1988. Against Therapy. London: Fontana Paperbacks.