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That would be the “Republican” party, of course. They are, as they have been for many years, trying to suppress the vote, in order to limit the franchise to people like themselves, thereby cutting anyone is not male, rich, and white (and of late, a right wingnut) out of the action. From the article:

Pivotal swing states under Republican control are embracing significant new electoral restrictions on registering and voting that go beyond the voter identification requirements that have caused fierce partisan brawls.

The bills, laws and administrative rules — some of them tried before — shake up fundamental components of state election systems, including the days and times polls are open and the locations where people vote.

Republicans in Ohio and Wisconsin this winter pushed through measures limiting the time polls are open, in particular cutting into weekend voting favored by low-income voters and blacks, who sometimes caravan from churches to polls on the Sunday before election.

Notice this: it is an admittedly targeted set of blatantly unconstitutional laws that are designed to rig the game against those who might vote for the Democrats. The supposed reasons have been changing from “voter fraud” (which almost never happens) to “uniformity” ( demolished here ), but the measures remain the same.

One might think that when a problem changes, the solution would likewise change. And one would be right. The fact that the actions taken to remove our voting rights aren’t changing is all the proof you need that we are being screwed.

This writer sees a different problem, and thus a different solution: the problem is scumbucket politicians taking away our rights. The solution is to throw them into prison, and keep our rights intact.

Oh, and stop voting for the party that wants to take away your right to cast that ballot.

Mr. Blunt and Cranky

Senators Ted Cruz, Mike Lee, Tom Scott, Marco Rubio, Mike Johanns, Rand Paul, Pat Roberts and James Risch formally announced their uncompromising support for anyone who violently assaults women. They showed their solidarity with rapists, stalkers, wife-beaters and other such scum by voting to kill the Violence Against Women Act; indeed, they didn’t even want it to come to a vote.

You want to know why high-school kids from Ohio to Minnesota think it’s OK to gang-rape girls? Ask these eight Senators who lead by example. By refusing to support legislation that would protect women from violent crime, they endorse the committing of violent crime against women.

“Oh nonono, not at all”,these misogynistic louts cry; “there are other matters to consider, it’s not that we hate women”. All together now, readers: “BulllllllS********t”.

Voting against legislation to help crime victims is voting against crime victims. And that means voting FOR criminals.

And that is how these eight men voted. Their mothers must be so proud.

Mr. B & C

Mr. Blunt and Cranky is fully aware of his personality flaws: indeed, his blog is named after two of them. Mind, these are only two of the many he possesses. And he is fortunate to have friends and family who are right there to make sure he is aware of said flaws whenever they manifest themselves.

One positive characteristic is his ability to say “I don’t know”. Because the yakittyyakyakyak of fake “experts” drives him straight over the edge and into the pit of barking madness, he usually restricts his own speech to topics about which he has actual knowledge. Not the most redemptive of qualities, but still, it is redeeming. Kinda. Sorta.

This writer has worked on elections (software, hardware, and humanware) over the years, and has learned one whole helluva lot about how American elections work. From when you register, to how they make sure you are you, and how they collect and count your votes, he knows a fair bit about it. So when he whupped a load o’ snark at Florida Guv Rick Scott’s illegal and /or incompetent voter disenfranchisement activities, said snark came from an expert source.

Not so most responses. Ad hominem attacks, quotations from Rush Limbaugh (without crediting the man, at that), falsehoods and just plain made-up crap, all these came flowing in. And this writer, ashamed though he is to admit it, lost his temper. Part of the fault is his, for not having better control of his emotions.

Fault also must be laid at the feet of the willfully ignorant; those who proudly speak from a complete and utter lack of facts, expertise, or knowledge.  These people speak from ignorance that they not only acknowledge, but embrace and proclaim (kind of like a kid who is so happy he got laid, he boasts of the case of clap he picked up).

From churches who teach that the fact-based knowledge of our world is not only wrong, but a one-way ticket to the fires of Hell; to the media that has been dumbed down to the point that even sheep would say “Sweet Jesus, that’s stupid”, our nation has become a haven for know-nothingism.  Meanwhile, those of us who insist on talking about facts are all too frequently subjected to verbal tarring and feathering.

And it is even sadder when many of the jackanapes who are slinging worthless lies are very bright people who made a deliberate choice to live in an echo chamber, because there is no excuse for their ignorance.  They could use their intelligence for their own and others’ benefit, but choose instead to wallow in a false, faux-mindless mediocrity that suits them (and their neighbors and nation) ill.

Your correspondent will continue to speak from facts, and admit his ignorance and error when appropriate (such an admission is forthcoming, in fact). Tough rocks for anybody who doesn’t like it.

Mr. B & C

 

Everybody knows this little rodent and what a pain in the arse he is:  a bunch of kids at recess decide to play kickball (or whatever), and he decides to be The Rule Maker. At first, everybody goes along, because, hey, it’s kickball, not too complicated, what can he do to mess it up? No worries, knock yourself out, ferret-face.

But as the game progresses, he re-writes the rules for his own benefit whenever things don’t go his way. Pretty soon, fights break out and the game goes up in flames, all because of the little snot and his sneaky crap. And he keeps doing it, recess after recess, day after day, until the whole classroom decides to take him down in the next dodgeball game. Pretty ugly scene, if you remember those days from your youth.

It is certainly no more palatable in adulthood. From bosses who “interpret” contract rules to shaft certain workers they dislike, to elected officials who implement legislation to skew the playing field in their favor, we see that the snotty little weasel was not improved by being smeared all over the second grade playground. Indeed, he grew up to be even sneakier and more mendacious than he was before. And he intends to take that old dodgeball and give it back to you, right where you will find it to be the least comfortable.

Today’s Grown-Up Little Playground Snot (GULPS) is Florida  businessman crook Governor Little Rickie Scott, who reallyreallyreally wants to make sure his team wins this fall’s electoral kickball tourney (and when one thinks about it, ball-kicking is pretty much what politics has become). In spite of the other players (the counties, the auditors, the feds, the voters, etc.) he is going to interpret existing rules and write new ones on the fly, so as to make sure he wins.

Just as in those halcyon days of yore, the other players are getting madder and madder, and the allegorical dodgeballs (lawsuits) are flying at the GULPS. Also as in those aforementioned days, he is insisting that he alone is right, and that anyone who does not follow his super-duper extra-special  personal set of awesome rules is a cheater.

Maybe we were too harsh on the GULPS when he was a wee tyke. Perhaps some gentle understanding would have helped him to grow up into something other than a sleazy, conniving, serial rule-rewriter with a heart of pig poo and the eyes of a rabid stoat.

 Or maybe we weren’t harsh enough. Pass the dodgeballs around, kids, that recess bell is ringing.

Mr. Blunt and Cranky