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the hydra's final form

friday, november 18th, 2020

By its nature, it's very difficult to predict exactly what the Hydra will look like when it matures. But the rough outlines can be hazarded at based on what has already transpired to date. This is gonna get weird, so hold on to your baseball caps, kids.

First, let’s look at things structurally. The Hydra is leaderless, decentralized, a monster with one body and a billion heads. It does not favour efficiency, it favours redundancy, agility, adaptability. There is no central coordinating body, no unifying dogma. It thrives on conflict and competition; contradiction is its life-blood.

The coming crises, many of which may rapidly escalate to catastrophes, will require solutions. No doubt this is part of the globalist cult’s plan –- Ordo Ab Chao, problem-reaction-solution. Create the crisis, let the people stew, and then offer a resolution that strengthens your own power. Solve et coagula is a wonderful strategy so long as you have a free hand to coagulate that which you’ve dissolved in the mould of your choosing.

Food hard to come by? Eat the bugs. Housing too expensive? We have pods to rent. Can’t find a job? Here’s UBI –- so long as you’re not caught with naughty thoughts. Currency collapsing? Have we got a Central Bank Digital Currency for you!

It’s a dicier proposition when you’re faced with opposition.

Just as the Hydra, born in opposition to the ideological threat posed by globalism to the Western peoples, adapted itself to push back against the medical totalitarianism that was used to usher in the next phase in their program –- and grew dramatically in the process – so will the Hydra adapt itself to subvert the solutions proffered by the globalists to the problems they’ve created.

Some of these are easy to predict. It’s quite clear that when CBDCs are rolled out, established crypto-currencies will provide a far more preferable alternative. The Hydra has already developed the internal infrastructure to transact using crypto –- many dissident rightists became independently wealthy crypto-bros years ago, a happy accident of history arising from their deplatforming by the banks and payment systems of OldFi. DeFi evangelists have been developing a fully automated financial system that makes the central banks and their constellations of debt mongering usurers fully obsolete. Currency collapse will simply give the impetus for this system to be activated on a larger scale. Rather than solidify their control by giving themselves the ability to micromanage human life with programmable currencies, the globalists are more likely to simply lose their most powerful lever of social control. The attempted deplatforming of Russia, and the way that great nation shrugged off the attempt with careless insouciance (in small part, but still in part, by happily accepting BTC for oil), foreshadows this.

The systems architecture for crypto adoption is already in place. Transacting is as simple as an app on your phone. Generate a QR code, the merchant scans it, the crypto transfers between wallets, and the transaction is complete. A hyperinflation-driven currency collapse could see the widespread adoption of DeFi within days, in principle. Before the CBDC gets rolled out, crypto DeFi could easily be a fait accompli. You’ll know you’re there when you can buy a beer at the bar with crypto.

The resolutions to other crises are harder to foresee. Food, housing, and energy will be hard, but crucial, problems to solve. Few want to eat bugs and live in pods, however. Then again, some of this could be self-correcting. The growing food crisis is to a large degree driven by state interference in food production; state interference is enabled by the money printer; a currency collapse in which the globalists fail to reboot the system with CBDCs, and instead lose control of the financial system altogether, would also see the state’s ability to inhibit food production severely curtailed. In any case, it is almost certain that the Hydra’s decentralized network will rapidly identify and disseminate whatever practical solutions arise, and do so far more rapidly than is possible for the lumbering golem of the managerial establishment.

These are all practical concerns. But what about the impractical –- yet still essential? What about the basic way in which reality is perceived by the average person? Here we must become speculative, yet I believe the outlines can be perceived, like a ghost in the mists.

The short answer is: look at 4chan. Spend a week immersing yourself in the anarchic culture of the imageboard, expose your mind to the raw id of collective humanity that bubbles up through its anonymous shitposts, and you’ll have a good idea.

A few years ago, the dissident right began to express a certain spiritual restlessness. Paganism, trad-Catholicism, Eastern Orthodoxy, and so on began to increase in popularity. Many converted with greater or lesser degrees of conviction, but by its very nature the hydra cannot avoid poking and prodding, worrying away at that which doesn't quite make sense, which doesn't quite fit. An entirely new set of questions was opened: how much of our history is even true? What did our ancestors really believe? And why? How much of religion is true? What does 'truth', exactly, mean in the realm of archetypes and mythologies?

As it happens, there are groups who have made precisely such questions their own subject of inquiry for some time now. This loose network of esotericists and occultists are also aficionados of weird and revisionist history. They have come to some fascinating albeit tentative conclusions about the past, identifying fabrications and omissions, and incorporating new discoveries that lead to a dramatically different perspective on antiquity and on present reality.

Inevitably, ideas that had originated in such groups started percolating through the dissident right. Graham Hancock's notion of an antediluvian Ice Age civilization; Randall Carlson's synthesis of the Younger Dryas cometary impact with the origins of post-Ice Age civilization; ideas about seafaring civilizations in deep antiquity that connected the Aryans of Europe with peoples as far flung as the Americas and New Zealand; Russell Gmirkin's uncovering of the Platonic and Hellenistic origins of the Hebrew bible; Zemenko's revisionist chronology, positing several false centuries inserted into the timeline; and even ideas as apparently bizarre and insane as ancient contact between humans and extraterrestrials, who are said by some to have modified humanity's DNA, and said by others to be archons running the Earth as a farm for the purpose of harvesting our darkest emotions. Importantly, very few who engage with these ideas really believe that they are necessarily true, they do not become partisans for them; such ideas are discussed playfully, as possibilities rather than absolutes, tantalizing maybes rather than declarative fact statements, all in the spirit of asking "What if we're wrong about essentially everything?"

At the same time, ideas that had been developed and widely disseminated by the dissident right - human biodiversity and so on - become lively topics of conversation amongst the esotericists.

Even five or six years ago, the mystics tended to default towards a sort of left-libertarianism, and treated topics such as the Jewish Question or racial IQ differences with horror. Similarly, dissident rightists regarded discussion of Atlantis as soft-headed woo distracting attention from what really mattered –- the struggle for the survival of Western civilization. Each had their areas of open-mindedness, fields of thought in which they could question the hegemonic worldview; but each also had domains where they remained blind to their own emotional programming, reacting with irrational hostility to that which they 'knew' must be true, for no other reason than that they'd been told to believe otherwise was immoral or stupid.

The point isn't that any of these ideas, whether those of the esotercists or those of the rightists, are necessarily correct (although I believe many of them are). The point is the cross-fertilization, the synthesis, that has been happening, naturally and organically, driven by nothing more than connectivity and minds being forcibly opened by the horrors of modernity, minds that had stopped asking 'what am I supposed to believe?' and started asking 'what really makes sense?'

I don’t mean to imply that this dynamic is limited to the rightists or the esotericists; rather, I’m pointing to the cross-fertilization of these groups, the mutual penetration of ideas gestated within them that are gradually contributing to a larger whole. You can see such ideas permeating throughout the larger social organism –- witness the growing sentiment, stated half in jest but only half, that the behaviour of the globalist class and their darkling legions carries the sulphurous whiff of demonic possession, an intuition glimpsed at the personal level in the sanpaku eyes of enraged feminists, the screeching grins of MTF trannies, and sensed at the collective level in the eerie coordination across centuries of shadowy groups whose aims seem always and only to be harm to the human species ... sentiments expressed by men and women who consider (considered?) themselves scientifically-minded rationalists, people who had no truck with such conspiracy theories and superstitions, who would have laughed them away mere years or even months before, but now speak openly of the divine and the Satanic.

My guess is that the counterculture hegemony –- which will eventually just become the culture, the perceived reality of the human species -– will be composed largely of that which is excluded from modern official reality. If you want to identify the ingredients, look for that which is condemned as outrageous conspiracy theory, ridiculous woo, speculative mysticism, absurd superstition, atavistic hateful istophobia, dangerous subversion, malign misinformation, hippie nonsense, the forbidden and the crazy and the unclassifiably bizarre.

Take paleo-Christian neo-pagans, 3D-printing libertarian gun-nut cryptopunks, permaculture hippie pastoralists, hard-nosed scientist-mystics, cynical chain-smoking art shamans, data sorcerers, New Age techno-astrologers, laboratory homeopaths, AI thaumaturges, redneck warrior poets, research herbalists, tattooed rosarie-wearing momma bears, and put them all in a room.

Throw in humour and beauty for flavour, and simmer over the flames of millions of minds rendered simultaneously open and skeptical and combative by a lifetime of epistemological betrayal.

Wait for the fist-fights to wind down and the conversations to start; wait for the laughter to rise; wait for them to start teaching one another what they know.

Watch for the right-wing Nietzschean bodybuilders pairing off with energy-healing yoga bunnies, consecrating their union to Gaia and Dyeus Pater; for electo-Amish communes protecting their tilapia pond-fed food forests behind thickets of homemade 3D-printed ghost rifles, raising strong half-feral children on the principles of the Trivium and the Athenian gymnasium, teaching them drone engineering, Zen meditation, Mixed Martial Arts, sociobioecology, ballroom dancing, and marksmanship; for neo-Scythian, aero-bikers providing armed security for packed debutante balls where the scions of nouveau-riche backyard orbital launch magnates pair off with the daughters of Internet sages whose scholarship is founded on Antarctic excavations of Atlantean pyramid cities....

From our perspective now it will seem to be chaos and madness. But our perspective is limited. Each of us may see some fragment of reality's nature, but each of us, to one degree or another, remains beholden to the webwork of lies from which our culture is woven. Some of those lies, like men being women, are superficial, catching only the most entranced. Others, such as naive reductionist materialist monism, are far more subtle and pervasive. None of us have a pure view of reality – all of us are blinded by illusions we don't even realize are illusions. Only through the network, only in the sinews of the Hydra, can this maya be burned from our collective eyes.

When it is, we shall inhabit a very different reality indeed.

[JS: In case you missed them, here are Part 1 and Part 2.

A Day In The Life.

Up at 6a on Friday, I went thru my finger stick to check my BSL (Blood Sugar Level) and recorded it on my Diabetes 2 chart, made coffee and breakfast, took a 500mg Tylenol Extra Strength for various pains, had a couple smokes in the semi-cool garage and checked the leftover errands list. It was already 56°, and forecast to hit 64°, with serious rain/ humidity. I left for the New Eastern Farmers' Market at 8:15, and TS Nicole began pissing all over us.

Traffic was light, the Market wasn't yet crowded, and it was pouring by the time I'd arrived. I returned 3 handled bags to PP, got my large order in one bag, and went to the BBQ booths right next to them. I got a rack of ribs, large container of roasted potatoes and a huge BBQ'd chicken. Home by 9:15, Sis somehow put everything away, while I tuned into the "Chris Plante Show", from 9-12. The rain turned into a monsoon, as bands of heavy rain -- forecast 2-4" -- would whip thru the area all day and evening. I was meeting Sherry at the massive York Galleria Mall, at 1p.

Everything I listen to, watch, hear, tune into, is STILL ALL ABOUT POLITICS. I'm beyond sick of it, already. It SHOULD be a one day event; no exceptions, and as America, we still can't seem to get the damned votes counted on time, as Florida just did. DeSantis deserves praise for getting rid of the corrupt, criminal demonKKKrats, and staffing the polls with people on both sides, who could get the job done.

Just because you're pissed-off at the rules, doesn't mean you shouldn't play by them.

By 11a, it was 63° and wouldn't get much higher as TS Nicole pushed the warm southern air and rain right on top of us, as bands of heavy rain and t-storms wound their way north. With the back patio and front porch out-of-play during the storm, I sat at my 'smoking station' in the garage, while the Jeep was washed-off nicely outside in the driveway. Sherry wasn't feeling well, so we canceled the afternoon walking at the Galleria Mall, and will reschedule it to a day next week. I shall miss her company for the day. I had 2 loads of laundry and a load of dishes to do, so I got those done.

To racists, everything is racist. Now, the assholes on CNN are calling the massive Powerball pay out, "systemic racism". You can’t lose if you don’t play. It's a "stupidity tax", it’s a voluntary poor tax. Poor people give rich people money. And they do it gladly, happily, because of the giddy moment when they, too, might be a little bit like the rich. Imagination is a powerful opiate. But, if they restricted lottery sales in poor 'hoods, that would be racism too, right? To racists, everything is racist.

We’re so self-important. Everybody's going to save something now. “Save the trees, save the bees, save the whales, save those snails.” And the greatest arrogance of all: save the planet. Save the planet, we don’t even know how to take care of ourselves yet. I’m tired of this shit. I’m tired of effing Earth Day. I’m tired of these self-righteous environmentalists, these white, bourgeois liberals who think the only thing wrong with this country is that there aren't enough bicycle paths. People trying to make the world safe for Volvos. Besides, environmentalists don’t give a shit about the planet. Not in the abstract they don’t. You know what they’re interested in? A clean place to live. Their own habitat. They’re worried that some day in the future they might be personally inconvenienced. Narrow, unenlightened self-interest doesn't impress me.
The planet has been through a lot worse than us. Been through earthquakes, volcanoes, plate tectonics, continental drift, solar flares, sun spots, magnetic storms, the magnetic reversal of the poles … hundreds of thousands of years of bombardment by comets and asteroids and meteors, worldwide floods, tidal waves, worldwide fires, erosion, cosmic rays, recurring ice ages … And we think some plastic bags and some aluminum cans are going to make a difference? The planet isn’t going anywhere. WE are!
We’re going away. Pack your shit, folks. We’re going away. And we won’t leave much of a trace, either. Maybe a little Styrofoam. The planet’ll be here and we’ll be long gone. Just another failed mutation. Just another closed-end biological mistake. An evolutionary cul-de-sac. The planet’ll shake us off like a bad case of fleas.

The planet will be here for a long, long, LONG time after we’re gone, and it will heal itself, it will cleanse itself, because that’s what it does. It’s a self-correcting system. The air and the water will recover, the earth will be renewed. And if it’s true that plastic is not degradable, well, the planet will simply incorporate plastic into a new paradigm: the earth plus plastic. The earth doesn’t share our prejudice toward plastic. Plastic came out of the earth (petroleum... NOT 'fossil fuels'). The earth probably sees plastic as just another one of its children. Could be the only reason the earth allowed us to be spawned from it in the first place. It wanted plastic for itself. Didn’t know how to make it. It needed us. Could be the answer to our 3, age-old egocentric philosophical questions: “Why are we here? What does it all mean? Why do men have nipples? Heh.

I did a load of laundry -- nothing compared to what Sherry does weekly -- dishes, and some other minor condo chores, listened to the "CP Show" Podcast I'd missed in the morning's trip to the Market. We had BBQ'd chicken, mashed potatoes, filling, spinach and I forget what else. My BSL was way too high, so I took a Metformin, along with my 18 other pills, and watched Fox News until 9p. I unplugged at 10:30p, and planned to sleep in tomorrow. Happy Veterans' Day!

If the enemy is in range, you are in range.

Up at 9a on Saturday, the TS What's-Her-Name had blown thru, it was a balmy 61°, blue skies and a massive cold front forecast for tomorrow onward. I had a 'brain fog' that wouldn't clear-out until around noon, with a late breakfast and only a banana for lunch, I had to go out for a short walk and get some fresh air. I started Sis' BMW for a few minutes -- don't know why as it's warm weather -- and we drove over to her condo to get her mail. Oh crap, the forecast is calling for snow this week, just as I have to get Sis back to PSU-Hershey Med Ctr & Hospital, for a final consult with her surgeon. Damn; I hate driving in snow on interstates, unless it's local. I had dinner, watched Motor Trend's "Mecum Auto Auctions" for several hours, then switched-over to Fox News for a couple hours. By 10p, I'd had enough of the day, and quit for the night.

Up at 9a on Sunday, it was a nice day for sleeping until the sun began pouring-in thru my BR's blinds and shades. 43° and sunny, with a cold breeze, a large package from Amazon had spent the night on my front porch. After breakfast and a couple smokes with coffee, I lugged it inside the garage, to open later. Shaved, showered and fresh clothes, I opened the package, gathered the garbage and recycle bin for the curb p/u tomorrow morning, and settled-in to watch the F-1 Sao Paulo Brazilian Grand Prix, the penultimate race for this 2022 season. I had a late lunch, did 2 loads of laundry, and began the epic "Gold Rush" (Season 5 of 12) marathon with Sis, for the day and evening. Dark arrived at 4:45p, temps dropped from the mid-50s down to the low 40s, and were forecast to drop into the low-30s. Shit, somehow, I'm just not ready for Winter, yet. But it's coming fast, and it's snowing to our west and north.

By 10;30p, I'd had enough "Gold Rush" Seasons 5 & 6, for the day, and bagged it for the night.

It wasn't about VOTES; it was all about BALLOTS.

Noises next door, woke me at 3a, 5:30 and 7:15 on Monday morning; but there's no one living there. Then the new-style garbage truck -- not the recycling truck -- came thru 'quietly' at 6:30, except for the new-style garbage/recycle bins, and I got up at 7a. I fired-up the furnace, 2 space heaters in the garage and office-sunroom -- it was a cold 34° outside -- and by 10a, it was only a scant 42° and heavily clouded. I had breakfast, coffee and a few smokes, and tuned into the "Chris Plante Show", from 9-12. I had a bunch of errands to run, and did those after the "CP Show" ended at noon.

BREAKING NEWS: "An active manhunt unfolded on and around the University of Virginia grounds Monday morning for Christopher Darnell Jones Jr., a UVA student and former college football player named as the suspect in the shooting on the Charlottesville campus Sunday night that left three people dead and another two injured." Funny how all news outlets -- except Fox News -- didn't publish a pic of the black guy, and yet they're all asking for the public's help in finding him. Without a pic? Follow-up: the cops got the murderous sambo boy.

I finally got home around 2p, had lunch, did computer work, unloaded the dishwasher, no laundry thankyouverymuch, and just relaxed as temps dropped into the 30s. Tired from so much driving all over the area in traffic, I had a light dinner, watched Seasons 6 & 7 of "Gold Rush", and called it a night at 10p. Temps had dropped to 34° by 9p. JoAnne, my cleaning lady's in at 8:30a tomorrow. Lights out.

Up at 6a on Tuesday, it was seriously cold; 24° and WE HAD HEAVY FROST. I fired-up the furnace, and 2 auxiliary heaters, made coffee and had a Croissant. I had a load of laundry to do, and needed to change sheets on the LR couch for Sis. JoAnne will help with that. Crikey, it was cold! I checked the weather and news, and read that, which I predicted two months or so ago, a railroad strike coming soon. Swell. Things are f•cked-up now with supply chain problems -- not the woke "issues" crap -- but it'll go from bad to so much worse if that happens. I hope you are well-prepped, because 90% of everything moves by rail. And if when diesel hits $9-10/gal -- and it will -- the truckers will park their rigs and walk away, rather than lose money hauling freight. America thanks you, demonKKKrat leftist scumbags.

JoAnne spent the morning here, and I did laundry, paperwork, some condo chores in the basement and listened to the "CP Show" until noon. Going outside to the back patio for a smoke, was possible for 10mins, but not much longer, due to the 34° temps. We're waiting for rain, and possible snow showers, too. IT'S WINTER! The garage was too claustrophobic, when it's full of the Jeep. I use it when it's snowing or near zero temps, and the fresh air feels good out back. That'll be short-lived in a few days/weeks, when the snow/ice comes.

I called the pharmacy at 1p, and my Rxs were still not ready, though promised at 10:15a. They're way understaffed and overworked, so I'm patient and kind to all in there. I left at 1:15p for Rite Aid, to p/u the Rxs and get a few other things. It was raining hard, but thankfully, no snow. Just to our west and north, they were under a *Winter Storm Watch* and getting ice/snow. Sucks to be them. After the errand, I put the Jeep into the garage, as temps were dropping into the 30s, and it looked like sleet and ice coming down.

Well, Trump's running in 2024. The hard rain from the massive storm continued thru 10p, when I bagged it for the night. I have to get Sis to PSU-Hershey tomorrow for a 10a consult, and back. Lights out.

Up at 6a with the alarm, it was dark until 6:35a, 34°, so I warmed the condo up, made coffee, had a couple smokes in the warming garage, and tried to get my wits about myself and the upcoming day. 34° and cold outside, at least the rain was over and well past us in York. Tuning into the "Chris Stigall Show" for a while, I had a Croissant w/ Irish Butter for breakfast, and Sis and I left for her PSU-Hershey app't, at 8:30, just as the sun had broken thru the overcast.

A long 55min drive (19 miles) to Hershey due to very heavy traffic, a good news app't for her (return to almost normal), and a quick drive home, in light traffic. Both Harrisburg and Hershey had snow last night; it was still visible everywhere. I had a Lasagna Sandwich for lunch, did paperwork, filing and helped move Sis back upstairs to her room, and out of the LR and off of the couch. I met Sherry at the York Galleria at 1p, and we did about 1 mile (~2 laps of the mezzanine), came back to my condo to rest and talk, and she left around 4:30p, before it got dark at 4:50. I had Pasta & Meatballs for dinner, and watched a full evening of "Gold Rush, Season 6-7" before calling it quits at 11p.

Up at 8a on Thursday, Sis had already fired-up the furnace, garage and office heaters, on a 35° morning as the sun came out from behind the clouds. After coffee, breakfast, and a coupler smokes in the warming garage, I rechecked to make sure I had all paperwork and One-Touch® Dosimeter for my 11:30a Wellspan Endocrinology app't, in South York. I tuned into the "Chris Plante Show" for about 2hrs, and left at 10:50a for the app't.

The Endocrinology app't went well; good numbers from me, not back on insulin, just watch my diet. Natch. I stopped at Weis Market, exiting from I83 North, picked-up a few things and headed home. After unloading, I had Creamed Chipped Beef & Gravy Over Toast, w/ Peas, laid down on my über-comfy LR couch, and fell asleep for 3½ hours, until dark. Temps had dropped to 36°, I put the Jeep into the garage for the night, and turned-on the oscillating ceramic heater tower.

I had Lasagna for dinner, did the evening BSL test (117!), watched Fox Evening News, made some Kona Coffee to help me wake-up a little -- still groggy from my afternoon nap -- and did some computer work. I watched "Jesse Watters", Tucker", a few "Gold Rush" episodes from Season 7, and unplugged at 11p. I'm up early again tomorrow.

Tomorrow starts another week here in the "Journal" and, with a Dr's app't, an early trip to the New Eastern Market for some Thanksgiving Day meals, it's a relatively open week, so I hope to get to be with Sherry at least once. Wer shall see what her schedule is.

Confessions of A Voter Fraud.

I was a master at fixing mail-in ballots.

A top Democratic operative says voter fraud, especially with mail-in ballots, is no myth. And he knows this because he’s been doing it, on a grand scale, for decades.

Mail-in ballots have become the latest flashpoint in the 2020 elections. While President Trump and the GOP warn of widespread manipulation of the absentee vote that will swell with COVID polling restrictions, many Democrats and their media allies have dismissed such concerns as unfounded. It was all about ballots, not votes.

But the political insider, who spoke on condition of anonymity because he fears prosecution, said fraud is more the rule than the exception. His dirty work has taken him through the weeds of municipal and federal elections in Paterson, Atlantic City, Camden, Newark, Hoboken and Hudson County and his fingerprints can be found in local legislative, mayoral and congressional races across the Garden State. Some of the biggest names and highest office holders in New Jersey have benefited from his tricks, according to campaign records The Post reviewed.

“An election that is swayed by 500 votes, 1,000 votes —- it can make a difference,” the tipster said. “It could be enough to flip states.”

The whisteblower —- whose identity, rap sheet and long history working as a consultant to various campaigns were confirmed by The Post — says he not only changed ballots himself over the years, but led teams of fraudsters and mentored at least 20 operatives in New Jersey, New York and Pennsylvania — a critical 2020 swing state.

“There is no race in New Jersey —- from city council to United States Senate —- that we haven’t worked on,” the tipster said. “I worked on a fire commissioner’s race in Burlington County. The smaller the race, the easier it is to do.”

A Bernie Sanders die-hard with no horse in the presidential race, he said he felt compelled to come forward in the hope that states would act now to fix the glaring security problems present in mail-in ballots.

“This is a real thing,” he said. “And there is going to be a f–king war coming November 3rd over this stuff -- If they knew how the sausage was made, they could fix it.”

Mail-in voting can be complicated —- tough enough that 84,000 New Yorkers had their mailed votes thrown out in the June 23 Democratic presidential primary for incorrectly filling them out.

But for political pros, they’re a piece of cake. In New Jersey, for example, it begins with a blank mail-in ballot delivered to a registered voter in a large envelope. Inside the packet is a return envelope, a “certificate of mail in voter” which the voter must sign, and the ballot itself.

That’s when the election-rigger springs into action.

The ballot has no specific security features —- like a stamp or a watermark —- so the insider said he would just make his own ballots.

“I just put [the ballot] through the copy machine and it comes out the same way,” the insider said.

But the return envelopes are “more secure than the ballot. You could never recreate the envelope,” he said. So they had to be collected from real voters.

He would have his operatives fan out, going house to house, convincing voters to let them mail completed ballots on their behalf as a public service. The fraudster and his minions would then take the sealed envelopes home and hold them over boiling water.

“You have to steam it to loosen the glue,” said the insider.

He then would remove the real ballot, place the counterfeit ballot inside the signed certificate, and reseal the envelope.

“Five minutes per ballot tops,” said the insider.

The insider said he took care not to stuff the fake ballots into just a few public mailboxes, but sprinkle them around town. That way he avoided the attention that foiled a sloppy voter-fraud operation in a Paterson, NJ, city council race this year, where 900 ballots were found in just three mailboxes.

“If they had spread them in all different mailboxes, nothing would have happened,” the insider said.

Inside jobs:

The tipster said sometimes postal employees are in on the scam.

“You have a postman who is a rabid anti-Trump guy and he’s working in Bedminster or some Republican stronghold … He can take those [filled-out] ballots, and knowing 95% are going to a Republican, he can just throw those in the garbage.”

New election ordered in NJ race marred by voter fraud charges In some cases, mail carriers were members of his “work crew,” and would sift ballots from the mail and hand them over to the operative.

In 2017, more than 500 mail-in ballots in New York City never arrived to the Board of Elections for races that November —- leaving hundreds disenfranchised. They eventually were discovered in April 2018. “For some undetermined reason, some baskets of mail that were bound to the New York City Board of Elections were put off to the side at the Brooklyn processing facility,” city elections boss Michael Ryan said at the time of discovery.

Nursing homes:

Hitting up assisted-living facilities and “helping” the elderly fill out their absentee ballots was a gold mine of votes, the insider said.

“There are nursing homes where the nurse is actually a paid operative. And they go room by room by room to these old people who still want to feel like they’re relevant,” said the whistleblower. “[They] literally fill it out for them.”

The insider pointed to former Jersey City Mayor Gerald McCann, who was sued in 2007 after a razor-thin victory for a local school board seat for allegedly tricking “incompetent, and ill” residents of nursing homes into casting ballots for him. McCann denied it, though he did admit to assisting some nursing home residents with absentee ballot applications.

NBC News Projects GOP Wins House of Representatives 219-216.

In its latest projection, far-left NBC News says the Republican party will narrowly win the House of Representatives by a narrower than narrow 219 to 216 margin.

If this projection holds, that will bring about a big sigh of relief and one of the rare bright spots in an otherwise disappointing midterm result for the GOP. What was supposed to be a GOP wave — one I was sure of — turned out to be anything but. When it was all over, Democrats potentially increased their hold on the all-important U.S. Senate by one seat. Democrats could cement that increase if current Democrat U.S. Senator Raphael Warnock wins Georgia’s December runoff against Republican Herschel Walker. Last week, Warnock did beat Walker by nearly a full point. Because no one topped 50 percent in that race, the state requires a runoff. A nightmare scenario would give Democrats 51 U.S. Senate seats and control of the House of Representatives. If Democrats win 51 Senate seats, Democrats will not need both U.S. Sens. Joe Manchin (D-WV) and Krysten Sinema (D-AZ) to pass legislation. That could almost certainly mean the end of the filibuster that both Manchin and Sinema refuse to kill. Without the filibuster, the Senate could pass whatever insanity it chose — including expanding the Supreme Court, socialized medicine, and heaven knows what all —- and a Democrat-led House would rubber stamp it, all of it, everything. At least with the House under GOP control, there will be a check on the lunacy about to come out of the Senate. Keep in mind that NBC already blew one House projection. Three days ago, NBC predicted the Republican party would win the House with a much safer margin of 222 to 212 seats. So. Until current House Minority Leader Rep. Kevin McCarthy (R-CA) — or whoever — is handed that gavel by current House Speaker Nancy Pelosi (D-CA), nothing is certain in this insane election season.

When GOD Leans In.

Have you ever caught yourself leaning in as someone speaks? Maybe they weren’t speaking loud enough, and you didn’t want to miss anything. Or perhaps the content was so compelling that you were physically drawn in. I’m always encouraged as a preacher when I see people leaning in while I speak. I may be the one with the microphone, but they’re speaking with their body language. They’re letting me know that they’re tracking with me. They’re interested in what I have to say.

Did you know that when we pray with patient expectation, God leans in? In Psalm 40:1-3, we read, “I waited patiently for the Lord; He turned to me and heard my cry” (NIV). God turned His ear to David. Of course, God is both all-knowing and everywhere present, so He doesn’t need to physically lean in. Nevertheless, the Holy Spirit revealed to David, and thus to us, that as we pour out the pain of our hearts to the Lord and trust Him to act on our behalf, God turns His ear to us. One Bible translation puts it this way, “He inclined to me” (ESV). In short, God leaned in.

We don’t know what David was facing at that moment in his life, but he called it a slimy pit full of mud and mire. A few hundred years later, the conniving officials of King Zedekiah would dump the Prophet Jeremiah into a pit for speaking unwanted truth. The Bible tells us that Jeremiah sank into the mud and would have died had it not been for the intervention of a Gentile servant of the King. While the Book of Jeremiah doesn’t give us insights into what the prophet did while in the pit, we can assume from the rest of book that he cried out to God. The LORD heard his cry, leaned in and rescued him out of the miry clay.

Perhaps you find yourself in the pit of discouragement. Maybe the pit is the result of your own unwise or sinful actions. Rest assured that the Lord has not turned away from you. The Prophet Hosea put it this way, “Come, let us return to the Lord. He has torn us to pieces, but He will heal us, He has injured us, but He will bind up our wounds” (Hosea 6:2). The Lord longs to come to your aid, so cry out to Him today and wait patiently for His deliverance.

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