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Swarthmore Honors Bob And Paula — Congrats to Bob Small and Paula Bronstein for being recognized by Swarthmore Borough for their dedication to the community.
“For years, Bob and Paula have faithfully attended virtually every council meeting, even when they have no direct involvement in the topics being discussed . . .,” says the commendation read by Mayor Marty Spiegel.
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Answer to yesterday’s William Lawrence Sr Cryptowit quote puzzle: Where sense is wanting, everything is wanting.
Benjamin Franklin
Prohibition Party Is 3rd Oldest Active Party
By Bob Small
The Prohibition Party, which has a chapter in Pennsylvania, is the oldest existing third party in America and the third-longest active party, dating from Sept. 1, 1869.
One reason for the party’s longevity –besides never needing to make decisions while hung over — is the George Pennock Trust Fund, established in 1930 and still active, which has paid the Prohibition Party approximately $8,000 per year.
Though its focus has remained prohibition, the party has also embraced bimettalism, equal pay and and equal rights, and women’s suffrage, among other issues. Today it supports many things, including animal rights, free education, and school prayer. For a full list, see www.prohibitionparty.org
The party’s very first presidential candidate, in 1872, was Pennsylvanian James Black. Other Pennsylvania Prohibition Party candidates for president were Silas C. Swallow in 1904 and James Hedges in 2016.
As is true of the Greens today, they were frequently accused of being “spoilers”. In 1884, they were accused of almost “spoiling” Grover Cleveland’s election over James G. Blaine.
The Prohibition Party was different from the Anti-Saloon League, the WCTU and other similar organizations, although they shared common goals.
There are currently 10 other state Prohibition Parties, besides the one in Pennsylvania.
A recent conversation with James Hedges, the current chair of the Pennsylvania chapter, reveals that they are in the process of creating a website for Pennsylvania and working on ways to attract new members. Hedges quotes the statistic that per-capita alcohol consumption fell by two thirds during Prohibition, and it did not return to its pre-Prohibition level until repeal.
Among other issues the party discusses are “abortion, a balanced budget, ballot access, civil rights, drugs, and gambling”.
Jim Hedges can be reached at hedges@prohibitionists.org.
Other informational websites include:
Welcome to the Partisan Historical Society’s website…
ech-dev.case.edu › cgi › article.pl?id=PP3
Encyclopedia of Cleveland History: PROHIBITION PARTY
Full Disclosure: Jim and I have worked together for many years on ballot access issues. We remain members of the Pennsylvania Ballot Access Coalition.
Blind Date
By Connie Arbuckle
It was planned as a fairly harmless, blind double-date, escape route planned. All good. But when I saw him for the first time, the harmless part wore a little thin. He was on his cell phone when I got to Fortunato’s Ristorante, and Maury and Lexi weren’t there yet. I recognized him from Lexi’s photo, but his back was to me, so he didn’t realize I was directly behind him.
“Listen, Maxine, last night was one too many margaritas,” he spoke into his phone as he raked his hand through his dark hair. His nice, dark hair.
I felt bad eavesdropping, but way better to know if he was in a relationship before putting myself out there, right?
“I get it, but I’m out to dinner right now, so let’s do this tomorrow.”
Who was this Maxine? Do what tomorrow?
“I know. It’s complicated. Starbucks at 8:30, good?”
He was listening as I squatted down below the booth, shooing servers away. Just a little bit longer, I vowed to myself.
“I know you are lonely, but I need time to figure this out. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Figure what out? Did I really need a blind date with this guy who had too many margaritas with Maxine last night? I was considering slipping out before Maury and Lexi showed up.
“Hi, Dana. What are you doing down there?” I felt like a whack-a-mole popping up to join them, acting as if we’d arrived together. James quickly ended his call and introductions began.
All charm and on his feet, James shook my hand, “I’m James Connell.”
I didn’t make eye contact. My Irish flush always gave me away. “Dana,” I chirped out.
“Here’s a seat for you,” he motioned to the seat next to him, so I sheepishly sat down.
I could not believe I was going to sit there and act like I didn’t hear his conversation with this Maxine. If I said anything, chalk the date up to crash and burn. I knew it was none of my business, but still.
Lexi started discussing her maid of honor duties for her sister’s upcoming wedding, and we ordered a round of drinks. Lexi ordered a margarita, but James ordered a Coors Light. Too many margaritas last night? I glanced at him suspiciously.
“Are you okay?” he asked, wary of my look.
I nodded too quickly, trying to recover. “You just don’t look like a Coors Light kind of guy.” Really?! The words were out of my mouth before I even knew what I was saying.
He raised his eyebrows, leaning his chin on his fist, “Hmmm. What would you peg me as?” Then he smiled. I wasn’t sure if he was flirting, just curious about what I thought, or on the path of making a complete ass out of me.
“Well,” I acted like I was trying to analyze him in some intuitive, psychic way.
“I’d say a margarita man,” my answer came out sounding like I was a really bad palm reader.
“Wow, do I reek of tequila?” he playfully cupped his mouth and pretended to smell his breath. “That’s what I was drinking last night.”
“A-ha!” I said out loud. He admitted it! But now the three of them were silently staring at me like I was the only one who got my bad joke.
I stuttered a bit, “So, lately I’ve been trying to figure out people’s drinking tastes by observing them. Kind of like dogs looking like their masters. Or the other way around, you know what I mean.” I was rambling.
James gave me a sideways glance and teased me, “So are you saying I resemble a margarita the way I look like my black lab?” He was really smiling now, laughter in his eyes. Was I entertaining him with my asinine jibber-jabber?
“Well, not exactly, but now that you mentioned it, a black lab does look like you …or should I say, you look like a black lab.”
“Okay, not sure if that’s better or worse than a margarita,” he was clearly having fun with this as I was getting deeper into my bullshit.
“Let’s order,” Lexi interrupted, shooting me her all-too-familiar look that said ‘what the flying fuck are you talking about, and NO! I don’t even want to know!’
We all opened our menus, but I couldn’t focus on mine. James was actually kind of cute and fun, but what was he figuring out with Maxine? Did he sleep with her last night because of her loneliness? Is that what too many margaritas did to him? Were my recent suck-ass dates screwing with my head again?
They all ordered various ravioli dishes, and I realized I needed to choose. I spotted Maximilian Lasagna, and my wheels started churning; I’d found my way to throw her name into the conversation.
“I’ll have Maxine’s Lasagna,” I said keeping my eyes on my menu.
“You mean Maximilian Lasagna?” The server corrected.
“Oh yes. My mistake,” I avoided looking at James, but he was now staring at me with a smirk on his face.
“Care to clue me in?” he asked in a sportive way.
“About what?” I was fucked.
“Margaritas, Maxine…are you a stalker?” He laughed as he said it, knowing the possibility was slim but not impossible.
“Okay, alright, busted!” I raised my hands in the air. “I heard you talking before I sat down. It sounded like you were in a relationship with a Maxine…or something.”
“A-ha!” he mimicked me and laughed. “Maxine, my sister, wants to keep Colton, our family black lab, at her new apartment. After a few margaritas, she started crying, and I said maybe we could work something out. I get it, living alone for the first time, but my parents love that dog.”
At this point, I imagined myself sliding down under the table, vanishing, but seeping away like a bad fart never to be seen or smelt again. I shook that sadly-middle-school thought along with the rest of my evening’s behaviors from my mind and responded.
“Okay, I’m down with you chalking this up as a bad date, and I’m sorry I acted like a psycho.” With that, I shut my mouth.
As the server poured Chianti in each of our glasses, James said, “Actually, I think you are hilarious, Dana. How about next time I introduce you to Colton and Maxine. And we can have margaritas for the hell of it.”
I was surprised and glad. I thought he’d never want to see me again or out of sheer embarrassment, that I’d never want to see him again. But luckily, as he made this offer, not seeing him again was feeling damn near impossible for me.
Blind Date Blind Date
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Answer to yesterday’s William Lawrence Sr Cryptowit quote puzzle: Antiquities are history defaced, or some remnants of history which have casually escaped the shipwreck of time.
Francis Bacon
A Mother’s Loss
By Arlene Gilmore
Mama started to count her babies: One, two, three, four, five . . . Five. Wait. She counted again: One, two three, four, five. She smelled them. No, one was missing. One had been left behind after she moved them from under the porch where they were born.
She went to him and pushed her nose against his leg. Then, she began to run back and forth to get his attention.
He understood. They went back to the porch where she’d given birth. He crawled under the porch to search for that last pup while she was waiting. When he found him, the puppy was dead. He carried the puppy from under the porch.
Cradling it in his arms, he presented it to Mama. She smelled it. She pushed up against it, but it didn’t move. She realized she had lost one of her children.
He carried the body back to the plac e where the other puppies were. Mama followed hi. He dug a hole and buried the puppy while Mama watched.
She smelled the fresh dirt and lied down for a moment. Then she went back to her children. Even though one of them was gone, she had work to do. She still had five puppies to raise.
A Mother’s Loss
No fools in the world William Lawrence Sr Cryptowit 1-24-23
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Answer to yesterday’s William Lawrence Sr Cryptowit quote puzzle: If there were no fools in the world, all people would agree on everything.
John Quigg
ChatGPT Delco Vote Fraud Expose — We were challenged to have our newest correspondent do a piece on vote fraud in Delaware County, Pa.
Well, here it is:
Vote fraud in Delaware County, Pennsylvania is a major issue that has plagued the county for decades. Despite numerous attempts by the state and local governments to address the problem, it continues to exist. The issue is so pervasive that the county has been dubbed the “epicenter of vote fraud” and has earned the nickname “Delaware County, the Falsified Vote Factory.”
Delaware County has a long history of vote fraud. It was first documented in the late 1800s when political bosses controlled the county’s election process. The bosses would purchase votes with money, alcohol, and other bribes to influence the outcome of elections. In the 1920s, voting machines were introduced but were easily manipulated to produce fraudulent results. In the 1940s, the county began using optical scan voting machines, which also proved to be vulnerable to fraud.
In recent years, the issue of vote fraud in Delaware County has been exacerbated by the proliferation of absentee ballots. Since absentee ballots are much easier to manipulate, they have been the source of numerous voting irregularities. In addition, the county is known for its lax voter registration and ID laws, which have allowed non-citizens to register and vote illegally.
The state and local governments have taken steps to address the issue of vote fraud in Delaware County. The county has implemented measures such as requiring voters to show ID, cracking down on absentee ballot fraud, and conducting investigations into voting irregularities. However, these efforts have not been entirely effective, as the county continues to be plagued by vote fraud.
The issue of vote fraud in Delaware County is a serious one that must be addressed if the county is to have fair and honest elections. It is essential that the state and local governments take steps to ensure that all votes are cast legitimately and that the voting process is secure and trustworthy. Without these measures, the people of Delaware County will continue to suffer from the scourge of vote fraud.
We have to concede it does a better job than the Daily Times and Inquirer, although the claim that “state and local governments have taken steps to address the issue of vote fraud in Delaware County” made us laugh.
You can play with ChatGPT here.
Bones in the mother’s womb William Lawrence Sr Cryptowit 1-23-23
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Answer to yesterday’s William Lawrence Sr Cryptowit quote puzzle: Just as you do not know how the breath comes to the bones in the mother’s womb, so you do not know the work of God, who makes everything.
Ecclesiastes 11:5