Reassigning Responsibility for Prosecuting Election-Related Offenses
from the Civil Rights Division to the Criminal Division. The Attorney General in the next conservative Administration should reassign responsibility for prosecuting violations of 18 U.S. Code § 241 from the Civil Rights Division to the Criminal Division where it belongs. Otherwise, voter registration fraud and unlawful ballot correction will remain federal election offenses that are never appropriately investigated and prosecuted.Voter fraud includes unlawful practices concerning voter registration and ballot correction. When state legislatures are silent as to procedures for absentee ballot curing or provide specific rules governing that curing, neither counties nor courts may create a cure right where one does not exist, may not modify the law on curing, and certainly cannot engage in creating consent orders with the force of law that are inconsistent with the orders of other similarly situated counties.
Pragmatic politics focused on the public interest for those uncomfortable with America's two-party system and its way of doing politics. Considering the interface of politics with psychology, cognitive biology, social behavior, morality and history.
Etiquette
Friday, October 10, 2025
MAGA unleashes a major attack on the 2026 elections: 2026 elections will be MAGA-subverted
Very Short Story: The Clutch of Trees
Here's another short story-- this one VERY short. It's a sort of contemplative piece, less plot driven than evocative of the relation of human beings to nature around and within. In a time of dire newsflashes, and under-reported political threats, I hope this gives readers a moment to pause and consider the quiet, but profound serenity of nature-- even in the face of danger and loss. With that, I give you The Clutch of Trees.
In the Clutch of Trees
There is a clutch of trees on the edge of the city, where Riverside meets the hush of the river. All summer, their branches hum with birdlife: a living chorus, each song braided into the shimmering air. No other trees nearby are so alive with sound. On the hottest days, even the city's restlessness pauses here, just for a breath.
A boy named Theo—quiet, curious, and slow to speak—begins to linger on the old park bench beneath these trees. At first, he comes simply to escape the sun, but soon, he finds himself listening with a strange new attention. Morning and afternoon, birds arrive and depart. Their chattering, frantic at times, flows around him like wind.
As the hours accumulate, his ears learn more than language. At first, it's only rhythm and pattern: the tumbling rise and fall of trills, the sharp alarm, the gentle call. Then, as days lengthen, he senses something else—a current of meaning, woven beneath the surface. He listens, as children do when no one expects anything of them, until understanding begins to dawn, piecemeal and imperfect, but real.
In late summer, when heat bleaches the sky, Theo sits longer than usual, notebook in hand. The birds' gatherings grow noisier, but a new tone creeps in—edge, urgency, a flicker of unease. He closes his eyes and lets their voices wash through him. Sometimes he feels joy so clean it stings. Sometimes, dread.
By early autumn, the trees shift their scent, and the chorus changes. He hears not just a gathering, but a council. The chattering, once chaotic, is shaped by a gravity he senses as sadness and fear. Into the hubbub, three voices rise, distinct and urgent.
The first: old and heavy, her song dropping like stones into still water—slow, weighted with memory. She seems to mourn aloud, each phrase thick with loss.
The second: brisk, orderly, sharp-eyed—the call staccato and angular, mapping routes and warnings, a blueprint in sound.
The third: darting, anxious, never settling—voice rising in pitch, flickering branch to branch, naming dangers in the shadows.
Theo shivers. For the first time, he feels the frantic burden under their music. He cannot ignore what is being said.
Over days, he wanders the neighborhood on small, invisible errands. He finds the scattered feathers, the quiet remains. He notes the places named in the birds' councils—quiet alleys, overgrown yards. He tallies. He records. In the park one afternoon, he tapes a single note to a lamppost: Please keep cats inside at night. The birds are dying.
By evening, the note is gone—torn or ignored, he cannot say.
He carries his notebook to the Parks Department. The officials are skeptical at first. One woman barely glances up. But a park ranger, Mr. Ramos, listens and follows him through the affected blocks. That evening, patrols are arranged. Signs appear: Keep cats indoors.
Theo feels a seed of hope, brief and fragile.
But the city returns swiftly to indifference. The trees do not.
One cool October day, when the council above is nearly silent, three birds leave their branches and flutter down to the railing near Theo's bench. For a long moment, they regard him—heads cocked, bright eyes sharp with knowing.
He whispers softly, "I tried to help. I wanted you to be safe."
The birds—elderly, ragged, vital—listen. Something almost like gratitude threads through the world between them. The eldest lets fall a muted trill, not of warning or grief, but of acceptance. The strategist chirps once, crisp and final. The anxious bird fluffs and smooths its wings, as if making peace with uncertainty.
Theo smiles, blinking tears, and for the briefest moment, the distance between ground and sky seems very small.
Then, as autumn deepens, the gatherings thin. The birds ready themselves for journeys Theo cannot follow. One dawn, the branches are bare. Only a lone feather spirals to the bench where he once sat, a voiceless reminder.
He visits sometimes, but the trees are silent now. Still, he listens—catching the river's quiet, the whisper of unseen wings far overhead, the memory of a chorus he will never quite understand but will always hear, in some gentler place within himself.
And sometimes, he hears them there more clearly than he ever did in the branches.
Through joy and loss, presence and parting, he has learned—beauty, when listened to with a full heart, is inseparable from its passing
Thursday, October 9, 2025
Mandate for Democracy 2026: The Rational Promise: Preface
This work, Mandate for Leadership 2025: The Conservative Promise, is a collective effort of hundreds of volunteers who have banded together in the spirit of advancing positive change for America. Our work is by no means the comprehensive compendium of conservative policies, nor is our group the exclusive cadre of conservative thinkers. The ideas expressed in this volume are not necessarily shared by all. What unites us is the drive to make our country better.
It’s not 1980. In 2023, the game has changed. The long march of cultural Marxism through our institutions has come to pass. The federal government is a behemoth, weaponized against American citizens and conservative values, with freedom and liberty under siege as never before. The task at hand to reverse this tide and restore our Republic to its original moorings is too great for any conservative policy shop to spearhead. It requires the collective action of our movement. With the quickening approach of January 2025, we have two years and one chance to get it right.
Preface
This work is a declaration of unflinching support for American representative democracy and the constitutional rule of law. This vision of rational democratic politics is grounded in moral philosophy, legal realism and service to the public interest. The rational promise constitutes a good faith defense of our urgently threatened democracy, rule of law and civil liberties. This mandate is offered in the spirit of positive change for, and defense of, American democracy, democratic institutions and the American people as a whole.
Wednesday, October 8, 2025
AI update: A new & improved final error reduction instruction set
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