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Election Results

The polls are still open in some states, yet I think it fitting to pre-announce the results in my 2004 campaign for President (see Part 1, Part 2, Part 3).

Preliminary data based on exit polls are showing that Jonathan Quince has collected zero (0) votes this time around.

This may seem curious to many, since I did cast my vote early this afternoon.  How could it be that (barring any surprises I find in my e-mail) I did not even amass a single vote?  Well, the answer is simple:

I voted for Bush.

On the one hand, I say, take that, stupid-stupid-Kerry and frothing-at-the-mouth rabid Bush-haters.  (I can stand an intelligent discussion with a misguided but well-intending Kerry supporter, but the religiously anti-Bush crowd simply disgusts me; if you've been following the news for the past few years, you know those of whom I speak.)  But on the other, I must say that I am far from being President Bush's number-one supporter.  After all, I'm a porn guy (which Bush hates) — I'm a science guy (which Bush hates, vis-à-vis stem cell research and similar issues) — and I'm a national security guy (which even Bush is too weak on for my tastes).  So how could I vote for Bush?

The answer is simple:  While some people seem not to have gotten the message, we happen to be in the middle of a war.

In peacetime, I would never vote for Bush.  In 2000, I wrote-in an independent candidate; much as I loathed Gore, I couldn't bring myself to make my mark for Bush's name.  Yet now, peacetime rules do not apply.  For better or for worse, wartime changes the rules in many ways; and at the ballot box today, the rule of wartime expediency determined my vote.

The war is my single deciding issue in this election; and it just so happens that the war is one of the only things that President Bush has done a half-decent job with.  (And I do give President Bush some serious credit for his handling of the war.  He is facing problems that would daunt all but the strongest of souls, and he has not caved in to the corruption that seems to rule nearly the entire world nowadays.)  I dread the very thought of how Kerry would handle the war.  As I watch this race draw to a close with the numbers growing closer and closer, I fear for the very future existence of America as we know it.

And that is why Jonathan Quince did not get my vote, even though he would make the perfect President. ;-)

Ahh, well.  Being the Oligarch-at-heart that I am, I do believe that I shall simply ignore the polls and carry on with my victory party anyway.

Filed by Jonathan Quince Tuesday, November 2, 2004 20:25:20 Permanent Link

Campaign Wrap-Up

Vote for Jonathan Quince (Part 3)

If you haven't seen them, review Part 1 and Part 2.

The polls nationwide will be open soon.  Before you go and waste your vote on a major-party candidate (as I probably will), consider the following Quince Campaign Promises:

Remember, these aren't the duplicitous promises of a professional politician.  These are promises made by none other than Jonathan Quince; and what I say, I do.  My honor is my sword.

Now, go to the polls and write the name of Jonathan Quince in on the ballot!  Think:  Who else will give you national security, an end to the personal income tax, and unlimited porn?  May freedom and justice reign under the auspices of the Quince Administration.

Filed by Jonathan Quince Tuesday, November 2, 2004 07:52:26 Permanent Link

Allodium: Your Home is Your Castle

Vote for Jonathan Quince!   (Part 2)

In regards to my election bid, my core constituency has raised an important issue that I did not mention specifically in my mini-platform:  That of a property owner's rights over his land and domicile.

Therefore, I must explicitly add the followingto my mini-platform:

Remember that my full platform includes many other points of importance.  I am only listing those matters of most immediate concern which I promise to face head-on in the event that I am elected President (or even if I am not elected, for that matter).

Since the election is tight and I am unlikely to win enough votes to make the news, I have a request for my supporters:  If you do write in my name on the ballot, e-mail me at {my_first_and_last_initials}@oligarch.com and let me know!

Vote for Jonathan Quince for a strong, free, and just America.  [Update 2004-11-02:  And read up on some more of my campaign promises before you go to the polls!]

Filed by Jonathan Quince Monday, November 1, 2004 04:48:13 Permanent Link

Genesis

Happy birthday to me!
Filed by Jonathan Quince Friday, October 29, 2004 00:52:53 Permanent Link

Vote for Quince

For citizens of the United States, the hotly-contested 2004 election is less than a week away.  Instead of diluting your moral principles by voting for one of the cretins candidates on the ballot, write in a vote for Jonathan Quince.

Here is my mini-platform:

If, however, you must make the bifurcated choice for a major-party candidate, consider which candidate is less far away from the above.  (Hint:  Kerry it ain't.)

This is a joint message of the Committee to Elect Jonathan Quince, the Alliance Against the Abomination Known as John Kerry, and the Social Order for the Physical Enjoyment of Females.  Political donations amounting to $0.00 were provided by our corporate overlords at Oligarch Corporation.

Update 2004-11-01:  My core constituency has spoken!  With only one day left until the election, I update my platform with important points regarding rights of land ownership.

Update 2004-11-02:  Read up on some more of my campaign promises before you go to the polls.

Filed by Jonathan Quince Wednesday, October 27, 2004 17:18:16 Permanent Link

One Small Step

Celebrate!

Filed by Jonathan Quince Monday, October 4, 2004 11:48:05 Permanent Link

Internet Threats

As of today, October 4, 2004, these are the top 5 practical threats against the Internet:

Filed by Jonathan Quince Monday, October 4, 2004 11:17:56 Permanent Link

Yom Kippur: G'mar Chatimah Tova

G'mar Chatimah Tova to all of my Jewish friends.

On this, the holiest day of the Hebrew calendar, I shall be fasting from sundown to sundown as a symbol of my solidarity with the Jews and my support for Israel.  It is just a gesture, a token that seems powerless in the practical face of world events; yet particularly now, it is fitting for me to place my spiritual signature on the side of what is good and right.


Work, food, water, sex, and leather shoes.

I am familiar with the Halakhic prohibitions meant not for sacrificial suffering, but rather to bring the faithful away from their bodies and closer to God for a day.  Suspend all connection to the physical world, as far as you can without injuring yourself, and spend a day immersed in the purely spiritual.  I don't know that I shall be observing all of rules — I choose ad hoc from year to year; and since I am a Gentile, I doubt that anybody will argue with me — but I always keep the fast.

Yet today, my mind is preoccupied with more important issues than those of ancient ritual.

I live my life in a fairly easy and well-to-do world.  I want not for food or for a roof over my head or for warmth in the chill of winter.  Peace and quiet surround me; I fear not for my safety when engaged in such simple activities as a walk down the street or a trip to the store.

Yes, I do have my own private sufferings.  Yet as a child of educated middle-class America, ensconced in a cocoon of safety and security from the day I was born, there are certain dangers of which I am simply unaccustomed to worrying.

Say, to pick a very recent example, the danger of having a mortar shell suddenly crash through the roof of my home, causing the structure to collapse on my head.

There are lots of things I don't worry about.  Whether going to the mall, boarding a bus, or simply strolling near my house, I don't worry that the person next to me is a walking human bomb who is about to self-detonate.  When my family members go to a pizzeria or a discotheque, I don't worry that they are going to come home in burnt and mangled pieces.  The school buses I see on the roads near my home aren't armor-plated — because nobody is worried that they will be suddenly driving into a hail of gunfire.

When I go to the top of a famous skyscraper, I don't worry that somebody is about to crash into it using a 767 fully loaded with premium-grade jet fuel as a missile.

Ah, the lovely sheltered life we here in America do did lead.  It is was such a luxury.

I read Israeli newspapers.  One of the most dreaded parts of my morning is the prospect of facing yet another list of names.  Sometimes, for weeks on end, it is a daily ritual:  Innocent victims of terrorism popping up in droves on my computers screen.  I read each name carefully, giving it a little salute, before I continue with my day.

Names are important; but it is also useful to remember that each name has a real human being attached.  So every now and then, I go to look at their faces.  (When I first found that memorial site in 2001, there were eleven pages of faces; at present, there are 45.)  Page after page, face after face… on, and on, and on.  Each of those was a real person, living and breathing and warm, with a life and hopes and dreams.  Each of them was cut short; and all are now resting beneath the soil before their time for no good reason at all.  (Unless you want to call them “sacrifices for peace” — ugh, just like the “sacrifices” of 9/11, right?)

Yet the violence is worse than senseless:  It is cold and calculating, hotly acclaimed, a sickening mixture of religious zeal and pure, undiluted hate.

(To be continued at a later date.)

Filed by Jonathan Quince Friday, September 24, 2004 18:52:00 Permanent Link

The Settlers of Yesha

A hearty “לשנה טובה” to all of my Jewish friends.  May the coming year be one of material steps towards a true and just peace; I do hope that such corruptions and appeasement of evil as I speak against herein may be relegated to the chronicles of history and left, thus, to years past.  Yet it is unfortunate that today, on the eve of your High Holidays, certain events (and the views of some who should know better) are troublesome enough to compel me in writing this little reflection on history.

I was born in this life to a land built by settlers.  That land, of course, is the United States of America.  Now, for those who do not know me, I should disclaim that I am not born a Jew; but for a number of reasons, I feel a great kinship to the peoples of a different land, another land that was also built by settlers and freed through warfare from the shackles of British colonialism.  That land, of course, is the modern State of Israel; and I would like to focus for a moment on the brave souls who built that state in the most impossible of circumstances.

They left the lands of their births and moved to a worthless strip of land, a land that nobody wanted.  They populated a territory previously inhabited only by nomadic tribes and impoverished vagabonds.  They sowed the desert with their sweat and their blood; and from the desert, they made green things grow.

Living as we do in the comfort of Western nations, we must see these Zionists as simply being crazy and masochistic.  Many of them were educated.  All were hard-working, able-bodied, and courageous.  Had they so chosen, they could have had comfortable lives in other countries.  Instead, they chose to spill their toil on the harsh sands of the desert in order to build a country of their own.

They did it for love.  They did it for loyalty.  They did it for a concept called Zionism:  The idea that after millennia of wandering and persecution, the Jews should resurrect their ancient nation and take command of their own destiny.  They came as “settlers” to a barren wasteland; they drained the swamp and irrigated the desert; and in the space of a few generations, with little help but violent interference from others, they transformed it into a modern paradise.

Barely a half-century later, the world has its eye on another group of Jewish “settlers”.  Time has passed, and they are not the same people as the “settlers” of yore; but they share one fundamental commitment:  The belief that historically and politically Jewish land should be inhabited by Jews.  And like the original Zionists, the “settlers” of Yesha put their lives on the line to back up that commitment.  In contrast to people who sit in Europe or America and talk about a Jewish homeland, they are out there yielding forth the ultimate sacrifices to make it a reality.

Like the Zionists of the twentieth century, these “settlers” have come home only to be met opprobrium and murderous rage.  They have suffered the insults of the world at large and the attacks of their barbarous neighbors.  Great are their losses, and few are their rewards.  Yet for them, the ultimate reward is not one of wealth or of glory before a world that would rather see them dead.  Rather, they take solace and strength in the principles that drive their existence.

The premises are simple.  Every square inch of Eretz Yisrael belongs to the Jews, whether by historical connection or modern right or both.  Whether a Jew builds a home in Tel Aviv or he builds it a few miles outside the 1949 ceasefire lines, he has a right to exist there; indeed, many parts of Yesha were inhabited by the settlers of just a few decades ago before they were forced out in the heat of the War of Independence.  Even the simplest understanding of history should suffice to prove that the “settlers” of Yesha have a moral and spiritual sameness to the settlers of Mandate Palestine.  And thus, if the “settlers” of Yesha are damned, so damned is the State of Israel itself.

Condemnation of the “settlers” of Yesha is condemnation of the Zionist enterprise.

Condemnation of the “settlers” of Yesha is condemnation of the modern State of Israel, of its history, its founding, and its very right to exist.

Condemnation of the “settlers” of Yesha is condemnation of the covenant of Abraham, of the legacy of King David, of the war for survival fought by the likes of Menachem Begin and David Ben-Gurion.

Expulsion of Jews from their homes is the job of a German Nazi like me — not the job of Ariel Sharon, a Jew, a General, and a lifelong Zionist.  What has happened, Arik?  What corruption hath been wrought on your watch?  Pray ye tell; the world of the watchful wants to know.

No other nation in the respective histories of Earth or mankind would give “back” land won under such circumstances.  No other nation would use its military to expel its own people from their homes to give their land over to a people with whom the nation is actively at war.  The history of right and wrong in this matter is far too intricate for the scope of a simple bit of rhetoric such as this; but one fact remains clear to any but the most ignorant:  The modern State of Israel was born in blood and fire, not in a frenzy of pitiful ass-kissing and apologies.  And the State of Israel cannot be sustained by this policy of ultimate appeasement, a policy that makes Neville Chamberlain appear the proud bearer of Justice's sword by comparison.

Now, nobody is going to listen to a cranky old Gentile like me.  I'm just a naïf with too much idealism and far too much knowledge of history for his own good.  So I'll just slip back into my comfy American home and go back to deciding which eye I want to gouge out at the polls this November.

Filed by Jonathan Quince Wednesday, September 15, 2004 05:06:41 Permanent Link

9/11

I am on Watch.
Filed by Jonathan Quince Saturday, September 11, 2004 08:48:55 Permanent Link

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