A day of some works.

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My mother has been doing her thing, and I have been helping when and where I can.  I can't do much more than I usually do, but I can be directed, or redirected, from time to time.  There is a lot of work to do.  The kitchen is back in play, fully.  Of course, everything has been moved, but that sort of has to be done to do it right.  For "slowing down" she still moves like a freight train.  Though I do see that she is slowing down some, fair enough.  She still moves faster and better than any common, and most uncommon, domesticated man-types.  Then again, she was still suffering from jet-lag, so I am not sure she actually has slowed.

I saw the election sliding into the toilet last night.  Before Ohio, Iowa, and Nevada were called, it was bed time.  I realized, however, that Romney had lost.  How much was due to malfeasance?  Quite a bit is my guess.  Enough?  In any case, since I believe Romney was aiming to win (unlike McCain?), and with his... acumen, I doubt he would have ceded if any false voting was undoable.  At this point what corruption exists is baked into the cake, as they say.

I don't see this as a personal loss, I see it as the beginning of the national decline and the return to world norms, tribal socialism.  At this point it is every man for himself.  Food is set to soar next year, unemployment will continue and grow as small businesses shutter, to be replaced by international corpa, who don't hire locals.  Taxes will soar.  Zerocare is now not just for veterans.  America is... dead.  The dream of free men in a free nation has been surrendered.  I wish you all luck.  We are now numbers for bureaucrats in Washington, they claim now to own us, our wallets, the rest.  The demographic bomb has exploded. Well, on to the rest of life, I suppose.

Later.  Or maybe not.  I suspect my mother will be keeping me busy, and I tire quickly, leaving little time for writing.