God is on Trump's side ... on the Comstock

Trump campaign signs sprout everywhere in Virginia City, Nevada, home of Harry Reid-haters and other vaguely educated antediluvians. As I ate lunch in a C Street restaurant, I saw a redneck stuffing this grammar-challenged letter into mailboxes. Curious, I took one. From the tipsy but fierce sincerity on the guy’s face, I don’t think he was kidding.

My most Honored Brothers in Christ

Last night, Our loving God touched my Dreams, compelling Us to support his present-day Prophet, Donald John Trump Sr. seeking the Presidency. Without spirited Effort, the forces of Iniquity surely lead this Country farther and deeper into Wickedness.

In order to help Prophet Trump Triumph in realms where Unbelievers thrive, we must Conjure ways to make our Womenfolk accept the Righteousness of the Lord’s Word.

Because the Republic requires Secretcy Ballots, Evil Touched Womenfolk — mothers, wives, daughters, sisters — pledge to Vote as God Councils through Us but in the Voting Booth these weak-minded Females turn their Backs on our Loving God.

God-fearing Womens’s stubborn Streak assault against their very Souls! We must use that Stubbornness to correct their Thoughts and bring them to Christ.

And to Prophet Trump on Election Day.

I Seek Ideas to Save Female Souls. And This Great Country. Also, funds to rent Piper’s Opera House for a meeting to work on our Soul-saving plan. And other funds to distribute the Word of God to our Brethren across the Republic before its too Late.

Signed, Wilkins Wolfinger, Esq.

I live in the new-painted Green house two downhill from the railroad Depot. No telephone yet. No knocking before 6:30am

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The circle of Google

A personal first: I saw a Google Earth car, camera mounted on its roof, rolling through a turnabout at  Legends at the Sparks Marina around 2 p.m. on 09-22. Until that moment, I thought they were an urban legend.

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I was wrong about succeeding in turning off the password function on my laptop. Now, it demands the password at random intervals.

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Shook my head in weary amusement at the news of the Yahoo violation, then realized I had a Yahoo account many years ago. Back in the 20th century.

Tried to log in; no joy. It offered to send me a code to use, but both phone numbers they've got no longer exist, and the recovery email addresses I tried were rejected.

Went around in circles three times with the "help" button, but it kept returning to the phone numbers and recovery email. Hey, hacker for the Enemy of America, go stick your head in a wood chipper.

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Same sh**, different OS

I think I found the way to turn off the auto-login for my laptop running OS X El Capitan.

I think.

As with every upgrade, I encountered a half-dozen changes that enrage me.

On the other hand, I just sent an email with 3 emoji.

🇧🇧: Where I wish I was.

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