Monday, October 31, 2016

Political GOP Tricks and No Treats: Halloween Arrives; T-Minus 8 Days to Trumpocalypse

Pumpkins on the steps / stoop of the Edes House, 2929 N Street NW, Washington, D.C., 4:59PM October 30, 2016.

This house has an interesting history. Today, it's just owned by some random billionaire.


I'm just posting this entry in order to replace the previous one as the lead and have a lead image that is topical to the day, which is, after all, Halloween.

Late afternoon sky above the houses at Swann Street and New Hampshire Ave NW, Washington, D.C., 4:31PM October 30, 2016.


I'm so flippin' annoyed with everything. Just 8 days more days until the goddamn election and whatever happens, happens. As much as I want the Madame to defeat the Madman, there would be something liberating about a Trump victory -- freed up from the grinding multi-year political trench warfare that will certainly characterize a Hillary Clinton administration, nothing to care about any longer, no stake in the outcome of anything, and just, in general, free to watch -- experience -- the exhilarating, horrifying runaway bobsled to hell that would be America under Donald Trump and wall-to-wall radical rightwing Republican rule.

The little house at the oblique-angled intersection of 27th and Poplar Streets NW, Washington, D.C., 4:53PM October30, 2016.

This is Georgetown.


I actually had a pleasant enough Sunday, although I didn't leave the apartment until damn near 4PM. I went to Clyde's in Georgetown, where I had a nice dinner at the bar and chatted with a lady named Sheila about the election (we were totally on the same page). (I also had a series of text messages with Chris in Atlanta. Alas, with the trip to Florida off, I won't be seeing him at Thanksgiving).

Halloween decorations in the rectory yard of the Church of the Holy City -- National Swedenborgian Church, Washington, D.C., 10:36PM October 30, 2016.

Yes, I've featured pictures of this rectory yard's decorations in previous entries. And, yes, all are welcome there, which means nobody attends.


Thereafter, I walked to Trade, where I had a couple good conversations, then to Stoney's, where Howie was working and I had another nice conversation with a young lady, before a final stop in at No. 9.

Yes, that's a lot of frickin' drinking and spending money. I got home by ten of 11PM and went to bed.

Yours truly in the elevator last night, somewhere in Washington, D.C., 10:48PM October 30, 2016.


Tonight is a gym night. I intend to post an entry thereafter but I am behind on two work tasks and there is a chance I might have to work at home until the wee hours to finish the second one (I should get the first one done today), in which case a new entry will be delayed.

Not that anyone would notice.


Free Will and Amazing Grace -OR- Benghazi, Emails, and All That ...

**This entry was posted on October 31, 2016.**

Awesome.  (Sorry about the arrest thing but, hey, life happens.)

Speaking of awesome ...

... awesome and hilarious.

Did you know that M. WADE "Just Matt" Tipamillyun stopped watching Will & Grace after he wasn't able to "laugh out loud"?? He's such a good person.

Oh, yes, I found out that someone very close to me voted for Trump.*Sigh.* Deeply chagrined, but, oh well. Maybe Trump will make the trains run on time, too. And, besides, Benghazi. Emails. And maybe Hillary's a lesbian.


Saturday, October 29, 2016

Jukebox Saturday Night for October 29th, 2016: The Lost Here, Blame It On the Comey ..., and Take Me Home Edition

I'm going to start out with something different ...

"Lost Here" by Synkro ft. Robert Manos from the album of same name (2013)

I think this falls in the ambient - trance subgenre of electronica dance music, but I'm not entirely sure of that.

The pictures in this YouTube version of it are by Steve Sealey -- the same guy who posted the clip.


Now for something a bit more upbeat ...

"Blame It On the Boogie" by The Jacksons from the group's album Destiny (1978)

Yes, this is the Jackson Five with the late, great Michael Jackson. I find the videos effects a bit jarring -- I'm not really into that of late 1970s special effects. Too psychedelic.

I was thinking of a parody version of this is Trump wins called "Blame It On the Comey" ...


And I'm going to end with a song that I've posted before but I just like it so much ...

"Take Me Home" by Cash Cash (ft. Bebe Rexhe) from the group's third EP (extended play*) Overtime (2013)

*Note: An EP is longer than a single but not as long as an "LP" (long play) album.


OK, that's all for now. Please see previous entry that includes an update.


Saturday Evening Post for Oct. 29th, 2016: An Ugly October Surprise -OR- It's God's GOP World, We Just Live In It; General Update

**This entry was posted October 29, 2016.**

Behold ...

... the face of the ultimate and most powerful enabler of a Donald J. Trump presidency and all the catastrophes that such a historical mistake will bring.

New York Times online headlines, 3:04PM Oct. 29, 2016.


FBI Director James Comey unprecedented and brazen -- not to mention hopefully career-ending -- decision to interfere in a U.S. presidential election ...

... with the shocking announcement that the FBI was reopening the Hillary Clinton email inquiry -- just 11 days before the presidential election -- on the tissue-thin pretext that "about 1,000 new emails" were discovered as a result of the investigation into Clinton confidant Huma Abedin's estranged (and soon-to-be-ex) husband and sexting maniac Anthony Weiner.

Left: Two related headlines from the online WaPo related.

Sex maniac Anthony Weiner. He looks a lot like Wall-P, which is just another reason to loathe him.


The news hit like an incendiary device going off in a crowded movie theatre. The Clinton campaign and all her strong supporters -- yours truly, included -- had the wind knocked out of us. (I actually felt a mini-migraine flare through my brain when I read the first news of it on the wire feed while at work.)

Pug-faced sleazoid Mormon hitman Rep. Jason Chaffetz.


On the Republican side, all the bat-shit crazy Flying Monkeys were in a state of literally orgiastic glee. You see, the shitty James Comey decided to announce his renewed investigation via a letter to the House Republican lunatics led by that pug dog-faced Jason Chaffetz -- and did so over the objections of the Attorney General and contrary to Justice Department policy.

It's a very ugly thing -- and the ultimate "October Surprise" -- and the cable news animals are going wild with four-way split screens featuring screaming heads including all those rightwing platinum blonde fembots that are the spiritual descendants of Ann Coulter.

I can't even imagine the on-air brick-shitting occurring on the Fox News Channel, and the Vulgar Lying Pigboy is probably popping multiple OxyContin pills to contain himself.

James Comey is a [REDACTED] and the FBI itself consists mostly of aging, rather stupid, flatulent frat boy types-turned-all-"law enforcement" goons, and they are overwhelmingly virulently rightwing, so the idea that this is an attempted coup, of a sort, to alter the outcome of a presidential election is no surprise.

The FBI is just one more American institution that's turned to useless shit in our Hunger Games-like dystopian world of Manichean conflict for commercial entertainment purposes.

I have no idea how this will impact things but I do want to say that there is a not-trivial part of me that would be relieved if Hillary Clinton lost.


Because -- as I discussed in my previous entry -- even if the Madame manages, as I still suspect, to pull off a narrow victory, the next four or eight years are going to be -- from a political perspective -- a sort of hybrid World War I-style trench warfare, guerrilla warfare, and World War III.

The result will be an ever-more-toxic American body politic and country that increasingly fails to function. It will have been our very fucked up American-style capitalist system -- unmoored from any constraints except an atavistic desire for money and power by the overclass -- that brought such a virulent pathogen in the form of epistemically-closed infotainment bubbles that brought about the collapse of civil society.

Having a Trump presidency and wall-to-wall rightwing Republican governance -- one in which "the Ryan Budget" is passed on the very first day while Grover Norquist whacks off in front of the entire House chamber -- and the resulting multiple catastrophes that would unfold would bring about the American political Götterdämmerung that seems to be inevitable anyway.

But at least I would have zero part it in -- and instead could just watch from the obscure peanut gallery as all hell breaks loose.

That's all I'm going to say for now -- except this: Thanks, God. You're as vicious as you are amoral.

Love Ya.


Flowers on a light pole outside the Smithsonian Castle, Washington, D.C., 6:10PM October 27, 2016.


As a brief update, last night, I went with Andrea to Cuba Libre, where we met, as arranged, Kevin. Andrea could not stay long but Kevin and I remained there for an hour or so. I was rather depressed (see above), until the liquor started to kick in.

Interior of Dolcezza, Logan Circle, Washington, D.C., 7:36PM October 26, 2016.

I went there to meet that fellow Zack whose passport I found 10 days earlier. He showed up -- in jogging attire, having jogged there from his place -- and ran in, shook my hand, gave me two $20 bills, and ran out. That was that. I didn't want any money.

You're welcome.


Thereafter, we went to the Cure Bar and Bistro at the Grand Hyatt Washington. While there were multiple TVs on -- muted, at least initially -- mercifully, all were tuned to sports and not fucking CNN or worse.

Kevin's friend Joe showed up and the three of us soon went to Fig and Olive followed by Capitol City Brewing Company, where we all did a shot -- at which point, I headed up on foot toward Dupont Circle. I stopped at Dito's Bar for a last drink, although I was kind of gone at that point.

I also spent a shit-ton of money in that whole bar crawl.

Counter area, Dolcezza, Logan Circle, Washington, D.C., 7:37PM October 26, 2016.


I got home a bit after midnight and slept to about 2PM, as I typically seem to do on weekends. I made it to the gym, where I had a good multi-part workout, although the music being played sucked and it was difficult to avoid the one television tuned to CNN while on the goddamn treadmill for 60 minutes plus 5 minute cool down. (I jogged a total of 6.76 miles in 65 minutes.)

Capitol City Brewing Company, Washington, D.C., 10:13PM October 28, 2016.


I also weightlifted, did some core workout, and went into the swimming pool. My weight seems to have stabilized at a new 155-pound level -- up 13 pounds from my low in late 2014 / early 2015, still down 30 pounds from my June 2012 peak, BUT with the bulk of the gain in muscle mass.

Lobby and soaring atrium, Grand Hyatt Washington, Washington, D.C., 8:48PM October 28, 2016.


I'm home now doing my laundry and posting this entry and the Jukebox Saturday Night entry to follow. For tonight, I don't know what I'll do -- probably just the usual stuff.

Morning Sun, DOE headquarters, Washington, D.C., 10:03AM October 28, 2016.


The weather today was again shitty -- way too warm and not a drop of rain in sight. It reached a high of 75F at KDCA and tomorrow is forecasted to be worse with a high of 81F, which will flirt with the daily record of 82F at KDCA set in 1996 and 1946 (both airport records).

A cold frontal passage tomorrow night may bring some scattered showers and thunderstorms, but mostly we remain in a drought pattern.

Blurry picture of Halloween revelers outside my apartment building just after midnight, Washington, D.C., 12:08AM October 20, 2016.

Halloween falls on Monday this year, so the costumed celebrations of it have been taking place this weekend. Here our Egyptian pharaoh takes a drag on a cigarette.


OK, that's all for now. My next entry may be late Monday / early Tuesday. Jukebox Saturday Night entry to follow shortly.


Friday, October 28, 2016

At T-Minus 11 Days, Some Late Night Depressing Thoughts on the Election and the Aftermath Even If We Avoid Actual Trumpocalypse

Michelle Obama and Hillary Clinton hug at a boisterous campaign rally in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, October 27, 2016.

The First Lady of late has been making a powerful, eloquent case against Donald Trump and for Hillary Clinton.


OK, so the following ruminations probably fall into the category that Bartender -- and Hillary campaign bundler -- Dito often calls a "bed-wetting Democrat" -- that is, a Democrat afraid of everything, even winning.(I actually recall the late political blogger Bartcop using that term as well. About Bartcop, he is missing such an incredible campaign -- and we're all poorer without this excellent insights, wicked humor, and awesome political images.)

Hillary Clinton and Michelle Obama at a campaign rally in Winston-Salem, N.C., October 27, 2016.


So we're at a point where the polls are indeed tightening -- much to the media's entertainment complex's delight -- between the Madame and the Madman. The fact that it is reflects a basic dysfunction and sickness in America's political and even cultural bloodstream. Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump odds of winning electoral map (shaded) in the current polls plus forecast model, October 27, 2016.


Nate Silver has one of his always-trenchant takes on the unusually wide range of outcomes in the presidential preference polls that are coming out at firehose intensity. The article link is here: Election Update: The Polls Disagree, And That's OK.

The next two images are taken from that Silver piece. I also quote from the article in which he explains each chart.

Quoting Nate Silver: "In the table [above], I've compiled a summary of national polls conducted during the final week of the campaign in elections since 1976. (I used just one poll per polling firm — the last one each released before the election.) For 2016, I'm showing the numbers for national polls since last week’s presidential debate. Note that this is not an apples-to-apples comparison: There's a good chance the polling range will narrow over the final week of the campaign because of herding (pollsters sometimes get scared to publish results that seem like outliers as the campaign draws to a close)."


Quoting Nate Silver: "How much should you expect the polls to differ from one another? Even if there were no methodological differences, you'd expect some variation as a result of random sampling error. Could the seemingly huge spread in the polls this year turn out to be nothing more than statistical noise?

"Probably not. For each election, I ran 10,000 simulations in which I estimated how wide the range of the polls "should" be based on the sample size of each poll. From these simulations, I also calculated a confidence interval for each election; in theory, the standard deviation in the polls should fall within this interval 95 percent of the time.

"The standard deviation for the 2016 polls -- 3.6 percentage points -- falls just outside the confidence interval, which runs from 1.8 points to 3.5 points. That suggests there are probably some real methodological differences and that the wide spread in the polls doesn't reflect sampling error alone."


I would still note, though, that most of the polls nevertheless feature the same overarching theme of the Madman and the Madame both under 50% with their shares typically ranging from 40 to 48 percent for the Madman and 43 to 51 percent for the Madame. Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump trend line of forecasted popular vote percentages June 8th - Oct. 27th, 2016 in the current polls plus forecast model.

It presently shows Hillary receiving 49.1 percent of the vote to Trump's 44.0 percent.


The FiveThirtyEight models -- all three of its iterations -- show a distinct drop in Hillary's chances with the polls plus forecast now under 80 percent (versus the Upshot and Huffington Post models that are as of now at or above 90 percent). (See images above and below.) Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump trend line of odds of winning from June 8th - Oct. 27th, 2016 in the current polls plus forecast model.


I fully expect this drop to continue right up to election day when it could be damn near a 55-45 percent split, which is to say, practically a coin toss.

So the survival of the country will come down to that.

Of course, even if Hillary Clinton wins, it is becoming ever-clearer what the Trump and Republican Party strategy will be.

Trump's Ugly America.


For Donald Trump, it's all about establishing a Fox News-rivaling commercial media empire of virulent propaganda in which all those angry, disenfranchised white working class folks and whatever remains of the Republican Party's older coalition are simultaneously kept whipped up into a mouth-foaming frenzy about the "stolen election" and the rest of "Hillary's crimes" -- to quote Matt Bai from an excellent column* on Thursday -- she is "a killer or the devil, or maybe both" -- and fleeced for all their worth by the Trump, Inc., juggernaut.

Think Benito Mussolini meets Silvio Berlusconi meets Elmer Gantry.

Trump's efforts at establishing such a toxic media empire are already tentatively underway.

*If you really want to come away feeling depressed, just dive into almost ANY of the as-of-now 9,340 comments associated with that Bai column. It's a truly sick discourse in our country and a large segment of the population dangerously benighted. I guess the good news is that most of these internet commenters are strictly keyboard warriors (many old, overweight, and only weakly mobile) living out their sad existences.

For the Republican Party, Utah Republican Representative Jason Chaffetz (pictured directly above) -- a man who manages the interesting feat of simultaneously being a pompously and ultra-conservative Mormon Member of Congress self-righteously representing his Utah district and an opportunistic political sleaze bag -- gave away the game in an interview with the Washington Post's Dave Weigel in which he pledged to make Hillary Clinton's presidency a Bataan death march, or maybe it's better to say, a decent into Kafkaesque madness -- of endless bullshit Congressional investigations into endless bullshit.

Jonathan Chait has this very good, albeit deeply depressing take on the matter (link embedded): House Republicans Already Have a Plan to Make Hillary Clinton's Presidency a Living Hell.

This doesn't even take into account all the loose and crazy Republican talk -- facilitated by the rightwing media/entertainment complex -- of violent "revolution" if Hillary Clinton wins
What this means is that even if we avoid an actual Trumpocalypse, the Republican Party led by Donald Trump is so deranged, unhinged, and reckless that America by 2026 could still be a very dark and damaged place.

Now if Trump pulls off an upset victory -- and I still just don't see that happening -- then all bets are off because the country's very democratic institutions might very well not survive such a destructive, sociopathic, authoritarian, pathologically lying narcissist as leader aided and abetted by a cult-like Republican Party.

That world-renowned special brand of American fundamentalist stupidity on proud and clueless display.


Of course, any country that would willingly elect Trump in a free and fair election pretty much deserves what it gets.

OK, that's all for now. I had planned a different themed entry tonight but ended up with this one.


Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Midweek Morning Update: Still Falling Through This October; T-Minus 13 Days to Trumpocalypse

A playground in the fall, Quince Orchard area, Gaithersburg, Md., Oct. 19, 2016; Photo by Flickr user Xavier Ascanio and posted on the CWG photo pool site.

Despite this image, the fall colors this year have been mostly muted due to the dry weather.


Just a quick morning update if only to post a new lead image.

I was busy at work yesterday and then last night, I met Kevin -- in a part of D.C. well away from the annual straight millennial safari to the "gayborhood" to watch the idiocy of the annual "high heel race" that is (no pun intended) run by the 17th Street D.C. gay mafia and its caporegime, Oooza the Unloved Crow Creature, a.k.a., our "Local Hero."

I'm sure the consigliere, M. WADE Tipamillyun, was also there to collect the night's winnings.

Exterior of Union Station, Washington, D.C., 7:44PM October 25, 2016.


Kevin and I were going to go to Fado, but it was closed for a special event, so we met instead at Dubliner, a place I had not been since late 2003. It was nice at first -- and the beer and beef stew I had quite good -- but then got inexplicably mobbed with a very Capitol Hill-type crowd.

We went next door to Irish Times, where I think I might have gone back in the late 1990s -- back when I was friends with Wall-P when he was just a budding corporate attorney at the nearby Georgetown Law School (which is located well removed from the main Georgetown campus in a once-very-shitty but now merely "transitional"/dicey section of D.C.).

We then walked up Massachusetts Avenue and stopped at Sixth Engine, where I had never been but that Kevin said was his local hangout a few years ago. (That area is so different than it used to be.)

All in all, it was a pleasant night, though I drank and spent too much.

I walked all the way back home near 16th and U St. NW by about 11:30AM.

Tonight is another non-gym night. I might be meeting up with Andrea. Also, I need to get the passport I found in the wee hours of Oct. 16th back to its rightful owner -- a guy named Zachary. We are supposed to do that this evening.

Tomorrow night is a gym night.

As for the election, it's just 13 agonizing days away. There has been a slight trend downward in the Madame's chances in the FiveThirtyEight poll -- especially compared to the Upshot and Huffington Post ones -- but it is still over 80 percent in all three of its iterations versus the madman Donald J. Trump.

OK, that's all for now. Next entry will likely be late tomorrow night.


Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Accelerating Into This Fall: Muted Colors, Metro Rides to IKEA and Nowhere, Halloween Costume Boycotts, and Impending Election Fright Night

Deep blue sky frames the arboreal fall foliage with branches already trending toward bare in Sky Meadows State Park, Virginia, in a photo taken by Flickr user Angela N and reposted in this CWG entry.

The color turnover this year is quite muted because, I think, it has been so dry the past few months. The leaves just appear to "want to fall off" without much of a display.


Here is a nice fall image taken by photographer Carol Jean Stalun (Stalin??) at Dyke Marsh along the Potomac River in Alexandria, Va., presumably in the past few days, and featured in this CWG entry.

The next set of pictures were taken by me on Sunday -- you can tell by the low-quality, around-the-D.C.-area images.


Home in my wee dust trap of an efficiency somewhere in Washington, D.C. It's late already, so I'm not going to bother with an entry. Besides, I'm tired of blog entries...


I went to the gym earlier tonight following a busy day at work in which I finished a vexing assignment. Now I can finally move onto other stuff.

As seen from my apartment, the morning Sun glints off the top floor windows of the Balfour at the corner of 16th and U Streets NW, Washington, D.C., 7:49AM October 23, 2016.

Yes, I was up at 7:49AM on a weekend morning -- but not for long.


I came home and made dinner. It was actually a steak -- which I don't normally buy -- plus steamed broccoli and mashed potatoes. I realized as I was making it that this is the sort of dinner that GASY the HANGRY CHIPMUNGORILLA would have -- except GASY would have "purchased" the steak from the Giant using his favorite "skeleton key" code of tangerines -- thus getting a $15 steak for 89 cents.

A nice fall day as seen in the 1900 block of New Hampshire Ave NW, Washington, D.C., 3:12PM October 23, 2016.


In the meantime, GASY the HANGRY CHIPMUNGORILLA would have found another $1,000 on the ground outside a bank while a frantic person came running back -- obviously having just dropped it -- but GASY would be true to himself and his ethics and keep the cash while affixing that stupid blinking blank stare look on his face.

The Van Dorn Street Metro, Arlington, Va., at dusk, 6:44PM October 23, 2016.

I arrived at the King Street station but just had just missed a Blue Line back into D.C., and rather than wait at the station for 17 minutes, I rode a Blue Line train heading toward Franconia-Springfield station and got off at Van Dorn Street station, where I had a 5 minute wait.

That's the kind of stuff I do.

Now I have an unpleasant memory involving GASY and the Van Dorn Metro from many years ago early in our friendship -- circa 1997 or '98 (I was still living in frickin' College Park).

As background, he was meeting some guy named Dan on a date. This Dan, I recall, had a condo not far from the Van Dorn Metro -- which was then the end of the Blue Line -- furnished with all IKEA furniture.

I'm not sure why I was with GASY -- I was with him for some reason, I think he wanted me to go (otherwise he wouldn't have taken me), but at that point, he wanted me gone and dumped me off at that Metro so that I could ride all the way back to College Park while he did whatever.

That was a very GASY thing to do. Oh, and he pretends he's doing you a big favor.


Oh, and because he's GASY, he'd get a big, huge raise at work -- typically, on the order of 25 percent -- along with an "apology" because it was discovered that he had been "underpaid" for the past 36 months and enclosed here's a check for $8,500 for your troubles.

Now let's play some online fantasy football bullshit or gay poker night or bowling with the Trump-voting-and-food stamps crowd in Crofton and -- voila -- another $2,000, all ending at Larry's Trap House for three to six Long Island iced teas.

Just another day and night in the life of GASY.

I'm deeply crestfallen that I can't hang out at Larry's Trap House / Opium Den / Gay Boozer Loser Lounge and enjoy the bad smells, bad attitude, bad treatment, and bad vodka. Boo hoo.

The first snowfall of the season dusts the colorful fall forest in or near Windham, Vermont, Oct. 23, 2016; photo by Christopher Lewis and featured in this CWG entry.


My weekend was alright, I guess. On Saturday night, I met Kevin at Old Ebbitt Grill's Old Bar. His friend Shane -- a former Air Force officer -- came along and we had quite a nice time. On Sunday, I managed to take the Metro -- weekend single-tracking, safety repair "surges," and delays galore -- to Old Town Alexandria and had a very dinner at the bar at The Wharf. I particularly liked my bartender/waiter, a young fellow originally from Turkmenistan.

A drawing decorated pumpkin the bar at The Wharf, Old Town Alexandria, Va., 6:04PM October 23, 2016.


I took the Metro back and stopped at Trade, had a pleasant enough conversation with someone, and headed home, although Fred invited me over to his place next door in the Northumberland and Doug made us some Manhattans. I got home and to bed maybe around 1030PM.

My bartender at The Wharf, Old Town, Alexandria, Va., 6:07PM October 23, 2016.


There is a number of things I want to write but it's just too late and too much effort to do so right now. I do want to note that Halloween is coming and -- as I wrote last year -- I don't "do" Halloween costumes of any sort. Ever.

You see, Gentle Reader, I accept the fact that I don't have any talent whatsoever when it comes to acting or singing, and wearing costumes around Halloween and/or a costume party (or as the British would say, to a "fancy dress party" ) is just an extension of that.

Halloween decorations in the yard of the rectory of the Church of the Holy City - Swedborgian Church, Washington, D.C., 9:19PM October 23, 2016.

Note how much more elaborate are the Halloween decorations that just four days earlier.


I mean, I guess I could try -- and go around in, for instance, cultural period drag and just look stupid.

When I've tried in the past, I end up looking like an unhappy garden gnome or ashen-gray leprechaun. Well, anyway, enough of that.

Another photo by Christopher Lewis and featured in the above-linked CWG entry showing the Green Mountains of Vermont dusted with the first snowfall of the season, October 23, 2016.


Indeed, that's all for now, although I do recommend this interesting piece by Nate Silver -- he of the FiveThirtyEight site -- on why his forecast model gives madman Donald Trump a much higher chance -- presently, 16.1 percent -- of winning the presidency than other forecast models including the New York Times Upshot site and Huffington Post ones (those presently have Trump at 8 and 4 percent, respectively, and the Madame at 92 and 96 percent, respectively). Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump odds of winning electoral map (shaded) in the current polls plus forecast model, October 24, 2016.


The underlying assumptions in Silver's model -- which I think make a lot of sense -- are quite intriguing. Coming from a meteorology background decades ago, I can see the real value in having such a sophisticated model. Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump trend line of odds of winning from June 8th - Oct. 24th, 2016 in the current polls plus forecast model.


OK, I'm signing off. Oh, yes, it is a chilly, calm, dry night. There is a chance of some needed rain on Thursday, but not much of a big deal. Tomorrow (Tuesday) night and Wednesday morning are forecasted to be quite chilly with lows ranging from near freezing in the far-and-away exurbs to 45F in downtown D.C. and Baltimore.

I'll try to post an entry tomorrow night, but it's a non-gym night so I probably won't.