What mysteries of the past four years of hell on wheels would you like to see solved? Not necessarily the most important ones, the most damning, the most ostentatious, the most egregious, but instead, the ones that have nagged away at your subconscious for the past four years?

For myself, I'll suggest three, though if I thought for more than a moment, I could easily go on.

1) What was the information being shared between the Trump Tower server and Alfa Bank?
See https://www.justsecurity.org/72262/the-trump-alfa-bank-server-mystery-resurfaces/

2) Did the infamous rumored "Pee-Pee tape" of the Steele Dossier actually refer to "PedoPhile" as has been suggested?

3) Who was the Melania double? Who decided when to use the Melania double, and why? Was the poor woman ever paid? How many in the White House knew exactly what was going on with her? Who coached her, handled her wardrobe, spirited her to and from drumpf's presence when she wasn't working?

These MAGATs brains are like Schrodinger's cat if it were to have escaped from its box but had managed to maintain its uncollapsed quantum state of being simultaneously alive and dead.

especially for a more complicated calculation. What I was describing was some mental shortcuts I can take for something that is just difficult enough that I can't do the old school method in my head, but not so difficult that I can't do it in my head at all. I break the problem down into a few chunks that I can keep track of without writing anything down. Now if you'd asked for 438*113, I'd be going for the pen and paper, or a calculator.

In my head, I think,

8 x 113 =
8 x (100 + 10 + 3) =
800 + 80 + 24 =
880 + 24 =
904

or alternately, handling the 10's place first,

8 x 113 =
8 x (11 * 10) + 8 * 3 =
88 * 10 + 24 =
88 * 10 + 2 * 10 + 4 =
90 * 10 + 4 =
904

Something like 8 * 98 is easy, since it's 8 * (100 - 2) = 800 - 16 = 784.

But then, I think I was born odd.

I never got to report a troll on the troll's post #1, and I then never got to report on the troll's post #2, until now!

so that rhinestone-sporting BLM protesters can access the My Pillow factories, where they put self-injecting microchips into the My Pillow pillows that work their way into your skull while you sleep. Once the head of Antifa gives the signal, all the chips will be activated and turn the microchip-injected MAGAts into sterile baby-eating libtards. MAGAts need to burn their My Pillows and deeply breath the fumes, which act as an antidote to the microchips if they've already been injected.

an “incarceration.”

Pravda reported that in the racecar contest, the Soviet entry came in second and the American entry came in next to last.

What they failed to report was that there were only two contestants in the race.

One could bring in an archaeologist and a geologist to carefully excavate the sand layers around the base. I'm sure they could reveal disturbance of the wash floor's bedding and perhaps even determine a time range for when the pillar was installed, based on sand bedding from stream flows at times that there was water in the wash. It hasn't rained there much recently.

I could well imagine some avant-garde experiential artist placing the pillar there, saying that the emotions brought up by people encountering it are part of the art experience.

In any case, someone went to quite a lot of work.

My partner and I are on the permanent vote-by-mail list in Pima County, Arizona. We'd received our ballots in the mail late last week, carefully researched the few non-partisan candidates so as to make good decisions, filled out our ballots last night, put them in the inner envelope, signed it, put those in the outer envelope, and turned them in today. For years, we've voted by mail and mailed the filled-out ballots to the county recorder (no stamp needed!) with never a problem, But this year I didn't want ANYTHING weird to happen to our ballots in the mail, so we drove to an early voting site in east Tucson to drop them off in person.

In mid-afternoon at the voting site, there were many cars coming and going from the parking lot outside the building. In a breezeway next to the office, about 20 people were in line waiting for their first face-to-face contact with the staff (looking them up on the voter rolls?), and they were being processed quickly. To the side of the line, up at the front desk with the staff, was a big plastic bin with a cover and a slot in the cover, for people arriving with filled-out ballots in their double envelopes to deposit them. The bin was almost full, and people with colored ballot envelopes in hand were pouring in to put them into the bin. One of the staff was coming over to swap it out with an empty one. Everyone looked very happy and very engaged. I didn't get to see inside the building where the on-site voting was taking place, but there must have been quite a few voting stations to handle the quickly-moving line. One lone policeman dressed in black stood a ways away outside the breezeway, keeping an eye on the comings and goings in the parking lot, on the lookout, I presumed, for any shenanigans by the cray-crays. Almost everyone had masks on--I only saw one person without a mask. It was a very reassuring scene.

I'm so sorry that in some places in this messed-up country of ours, people need to stand in line for 8 or 12 hours to vote. I know my partner and I are privileged to have it so easy. And I'm so excited to have cast my vote for sanity, both up and down ballot!