A couple of graphs I made back in early February, illustrating the historical trend in PA District 4.
Two views of the same data. The graph in back is the registration database for 2020, and the front graphs are the voter demographics in two-year increments leading up to and including 2020.
Two views of the same data. The graph in back is the registration database for 2020, and the front graphs are the voter demographics in two-year increments leading up to and including 2020.
My son, Daniel, proposed to my future daughter-in-law yesterday, Emily.
From the start of their relationship, I have sensed God's hand in their lives.
The first time I met her we shared an eight hour car ride together, where we connected souls. I knew in mere minutes that she would be my daughter, and told her so.
During that long ride I asked her, "Now, you know that Daniel is preparing to be a pastor. The pastor's wife role is one of the hardest jobs on the planet. Do you understand this, and are you up to the challenge?"
She unhesitatingly concurred. A girl who knows her own mind and calling. Proud to call her my daughter.
So proud of this young couple, especially now that it is official.
From the start of their relationship, I have sensed God's hand in their lives.
The first time I met her we shared an eight hour car ride together, where we connected souls. I knew in mere minutes that she would be my daughter, and told her so.
During that long ride I asked her, "Now, you know that Daniel is preparing to be a pastor. The pastor's wife role is one of the hardest jobs on the planet. Do you understand this, and are you up to the challenge?"
She unhesitatingly concurred. A girl who knows her own mind and calling. Proud to call her my daughter.
So proud of this young couple, especially now that it is official.
Reading in Matthew 10 this morning, where Jesus Christ is deploying his "soldiers."
I read this particular passage because of a new friend and patriot I met in Utah last week, Keith Blandford. He's an officer in the South Carolina reserves, and was a speaker at the Utah event.
I like learning from our military folks. They are taught bottom-line wisdom, essential for life-and-death situations. Most of my career has been technical and academic, so I've had little exposure to that critical side of life.
During his presentation, Keith said, "To keep from burning out during the battle, we are taught to keep our pulse at ninety, and to remember that it is only Tuesday."
This is great advice. Many of us are working very hard these days, because our country is currently engaged in an information war. For our country and our liberty, it is a matter of life and death... and we know it. It is a lot of responsibility.
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I read this particular passage because of a new friend and patriot I met in Utah last week, Keith Blandford. He's an officer in the South Carolina reserves, and was a speaker at the Utah event.
I like learning from our military folks. They are taught bottom-line wisdom, essential for life-and-death situations. Most of my career has been technical and academic, so I've had little exposure to that critical side of life.
During his presentation, Keith said, "To keep from burning out during the battle, we are taught to keep our pulse at ninety, and to remember that it is only Tuesday."
This is great advice. Many of us are working very hard these days, because our country is currently engaged in an information war. For our country and our liberty, it is a matter of life and death... and we know it. It is a lot of responsibility.
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"Mugs"
During the Covid debacle last year we did a project together. Not to raise money, but to memorialize our time together with something tangible. We gathered donations to capitalize the project and purchased about 400 mugs.
People donated designs, time, and energy, and the mugs arrived. Then, Facebook eliminated the platforms that we were communicating on.
So, we had to switch to email, but with limited success. People emailed me the balance of the cost, their addresses, and their mug choice. We've now shipped mugs to everyone that has provided their information.
If you donated to the project and you still have not received a mug, please email me at drdouglasgfrank@outlook.com. Put "Mug Project" in the subject line. Be sure to include your mug choice and address in the email. We'll let you know what your final cost will be in a reply email.
We'll wait a couple of weeks, then offer the mugs we still have left to newcomers.
During the Covid debacle last year we did a project together. Not to raise money, but to memorialize our time together with something tangible. We gathered donations to capitalize the project and purchased about 400 mugs.
People donated designs, time, and energy, and the mugs arrived. Then, Facebook eliminated the platforms that we were communicating on.
So, we had to switch to email, but with limited success. People emailed me the balance of the cost, their addresses, and their mug choice. We've now shipped mugs to everyone that has provided their information.
If you donated to the project and you still have not received a mug, please email me at drdouglasgfrank@outlook.com. Put "Mug Project" in the subject line. Be sure to include your mug choice and address in the email. We'll let you know what your final cost will be in a reply email.
We'll wait a couple of weeks, then offer the mugs we still have left to newcomers.
I was in the village of Gallipolis, Ohio on Tuesday evening for a Blystone/Swallen political rally.
It was like a scene from a Norman Rockwell painting...
We were gathered in central park with magnificent old trees, the Ohio River lazily flowing by (a paddleboat even chugged by at one point), children playing, dogs running... exactly what a warm summer evening ought to be like in a quaint old historic town.
There was lovely bandstand, but a trailer had been set up with patriotic regalia and a sound system.
Running for Lt Governor, Joanna Swallen gave a lovely and moving campaign speech. Who would suspect that a lady who could wear a summer sundress so well was also a formidable fighter for small businesses and advocate for the safety of our children in Ohio.
Joe "The Farmer" Blystone was his typical non-politician self, in cowboy boots and hat. He's a successful farmer and businessman who knows how to fix things. And believe me, Ohio is in desperate need of fixing. Joe is the real deal, and he wants to "Trump" Ohio.
Finally, I spoke to the crowd *without* a jumbotron. Just good ol' teaching using stories, analogies, and hand waving to teach the advanced mathematics of stolen elections in simple terms.
I thought to myself, "There is no place in the world I would rather be at this moment."
Of course, it would have been even sweeter if Nellie had been along, but she had to be up early the following morning for work, and it was a two-hour drive.
Last week, Utah. Monday, Texas. Today, Nebraska.
I love America, and it is worth fighting for.
It was like a scene from a Norman Rockwell painting...
We were gathered in central park with magnificent old trees, the Ohio River lazily flowing by (a paddleboat even chugged by at one point), children playing, dogs running... exactly what a warm summer evening ought to be like in a quaint old historic town.
There was lovely bandstand, but a trailer had been set up with patriotic regalia and a sound system.
Running for Lt Governor, Joanna Swallen gave a lovely and moving campaign speech. Who would suspect that a lady who could wear a summer sundress so well was also a formidable fighter for small businesses and advocate for the safety of our children in Ohio.
Joe "The Farmer" Blystone was his typical non-politician self, in cowboy boots and hat. He's a successful farmer and businessman who knows how to fix things. And believe me, Ohio is in desperate need of fixing. Joe is the real deal, and he wants to "Trump" Ohio.
Finally, I spoke to the crowd *without* a jumbotron. Just good ol' teaching using stories, analogies, and hand waving to teach the advanced mathematics of stolen elections in simple terms.
I thought to myself, "There is no place in the world I would rather be at this moment."
Of course, it would have been even sweeter if Nellie had been along, but she had to be up early the following morning for work, and it was a two-hour drive.
Last week, Utah. Monday, Texas. Today, Nebraska.
I love America, and it is worth fighting for.
I’ll be in Omaha on Thursday, Blair and Lincoln on Friday, and Lincoln and Grand Island on Saturday. These Nebraska supermoms are keeping me busy, with two events each day. Gotta love our gals!
"Game, Set, Match"
I used mathematics to demonstrate the existence of algorithms controlling our election outcomes. These algorithms were active throughout the November 2020 election, and in subsequent elections.
Down to the precinct level, we've been able to identify likely phantom voters, and our supermoms have been pounding the pavement, finding and documenting the existence of the phantom voters.
Now, the PCAPs will be released, providing real-time recordings of the internet activity of the algorithms... catching them in the act.
Imagine...
A supermom shows up at her local Board of Elections... she says, "Dr Frank (and others) proved mathematically and statistically that algorithms controlled the outcome of our 'election.' Here is a pile of 1,000 people who you recorded votes for, but they don't exist... they are phantom voters. And finally, here is a copy of the electronic communication that took place during our election with machines that are not supposed to be connected to the internet. What gives?"
Game. Set. Match.
I used mathematics to demonstrate the existence of algorithms controlling our election outcomes. These algorithms were active throughout the November 2020 election, and in subsequent elections.
Down to the precinct level, we've been able to identify likely phantom voters, and our supermoms have been pounding the pavement, finding and documenting the existence of the phantom voters.
Now, the PCAPs will be released, providing real-time recordings of the internet activity of the algorithms... catching them in the act.
Imagine...
A supermom shows up at her local Board of Elections... she says, "Dr Frank (and others) proved mathematically and statistically that algorithms controlled the outcome of our 'election.' Here is a pile of 1,000 people who you recorded votes for, but they don't exist... they are phantom voters. And finally, here is a copy of the electronic communication that took place during our election with machines that are not supposed to be connected to the internet. What gives?"
Game. Set. Match.