The Lands of 10,000 Lakes found that many flyers stuffed in their mailboxes, to value voting while at the same time rally for candidates who would absolve us from the sins of our society, and at the same time save those lakes, in the next Legislative session

Down In A Hole because of the Get Out The Vote Police and there zealousness, (not that there’s anything wrong with that), Feeling So Small (or the other extreme), I’d Like To Fly (to the polls), But My Wings Have Been Slowly … Is all this why Alice ended up in Chains? Because who is the ultimate winner when everyone goes out and votes? The candidate that benefits from such turnout; have you or your mailbox heard from them since Nov. 3?
Not to be cynical, but when was the last time a politician cared about the nuances of what you think, unless you are vulnerable to having your stance shifted right or left, or are part of a large bloc of voters. Then they’ll be after you like flies on … nevermind. And this in the past election played out just as much as Minnesconsin Nice as it did nationally, as the Go To The Polls Police, Came Sniffing Around Your Back Door:
Public voter records from one of those get-out-the-vote groups show that compared to the rest of the state, my voting resume for showing up is “below average.” Another stated that shame on you, you haven’t voted this time around either, and they didn’t wait until late October to tell me so. And here I thought nobody really cared about my data, and I’d be flattered — and indeed suspicious — if someone gave a damn and bothered enough to be after my whole estate, which is probably worth a whole 97 cents. Then there is my brother-in-law who spent loads of dough Securing His Data, whatever that actually is, well before anybody had actually coined the term identity theft. Other flyers said that they were not about any one candidate … although the proof is in the pudding, or putting this food on the table, and you didn’t have to read between the lines to far to figure out there was an agenda here.
That Center of things also sent me a why-should-I-vote mailing that said that there are under-represented voter groups, such as those of color and those who are female, or both, so get out there and correct the disparity. And you know its true, because they spelled it out using statistics on a multi-faceted fact graph. But like Trump, the source of the facts are kept in obscurity, and one bulk mailing from an advocacy group had this delivered straight to me, as I indeed was the intended recipient but the street address was that of the village hall, wrong street and not just wrong numerology. (I’ve been wanting to get that cool term into my prose for weeks now). The hall is still a quarter-mile south, so its not like when we at 637 get the mail once in awhile for the family at 537. And another cause-oriented (their own I’m sure) message to go vote kept coming up from an advocacy group for realtors. A third group said they were working for “prosperity.” Damn, we can’t have that!
I guess that will have to suffice. But Trump says Fox News has gone Fake, and laments that things are not what they used to be on the big network. Thought I’d see a Democrat in the Bush family first. So here is the one, and the only one, example they cited of such “glaring” media misconduct: A talk show guest dared to say that not all Islamic belief is radical, sometimes the majority that’s quite benign is misunderstood. Oh the humanity of it all. It makes just about anything alleged done bad by candidate Yacoub look like Boy Scout material (OK that’s prior to any scandal of this year or two). And in another photo dredged up the GOP, (Goth Out-Pouring), she is made to look, well, just think pale skin and dark lipstick and eye makeup. But Yacoub did open the door a bit in earlier flyer photos, before the flag-drop, where she looked too-glamorous-for-the-office, like the skirt that goes a little too high above the knee. But there’s nothing wrong with that. That did not keep the GOP from using her beauty against her. Then follows a different end of the same philosophy:
This is NOT a way to help get out the vote. If you are giving a ride to a liberal, don’t turn off the conservative talk radio just because he’s climbing into your back seat, which is just far enough away that questionable speech wouldn’t be made out. After all, this is not metal music, so its likely not loud enough to be overheard, even if the old ’80s theme of Rock The Vote. But let’s not be Sound Byte People; keep up with the Journey.
Trump invoked the E word and big photo, that being an eagle, when hawking that others go out and hit the polls like an exotic dancer swinging from the pole on her stage. Its not just a Democrat thang. Just earlier that day I saw an osprey being chased by the golden bird, so as eagles do, he could chase down the fish that was dropped after a day of hard fishing by the previous predator. Big Ben Franklin didn’t much care for the eagle being a national symbol, proposing a turkey instead, but maybe as too chicken to really push the idea. And for Trump, he probably wouldn’t care much about that osprey, since it is not upper crust.
My mom lives in a small, quaint suburb of Milwaukee, but was lamenting that it was more than a week and she still had not gotten her requested vote by mail packet. But other messages continued to flow in, not requested, but saying to have a plan in case of long lines at the polls. Maybe the plan should be if you give certain candidates the bird.”Geez, my answering machine just got another call == vote for Trump! HA!” That’s a paraphrase of her spoken word from the other end of the line.(After three weeks, and what turned out to be a quick call, then was turnaround from her village hall. It arrived).
But back to the beauty end of things, and how it can influence politics. Another flyer pictures two women and claims one is pro-life and the other is pro-choice, but they agree on one thing, limits on late-term abortions, in an attack on Biden that maybe could have worked better, or so the voters sayeth. It is hard to escape the idea that one looks like a church lady — and saying to vote on behalf of those still in the womb, who in any case obviously can’t for themselves, and won’t be old enough to vote until 2040 — and the other woman like a nightclub hottie. And the lady who’s worrying about the Left going too far to the Left shows it with her wrinkles and stress lines, as they have her made to look really bedraggled.

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