Part Of My Take On Trump's 2016 "Win"

I don't know why, e.g., Ignacy and Feliksa Andrulewicz went back to Warszawa (though they were from now-Podlaskie Province), but maybe they made a right call. Maybe they foresaw something that Aleksjondria (z Andrulewiczόw) and Julian Czerniecki did not.

I say this as a Jew in dread for my life right now. Given that David Duke, e.g., is excited about Trump's victory and what many Never Trumpers have been saying will come to pass unless God delivers us, I am trying to figure out what to do.

At least:

1. I wrote in Kasich.
2. I was born and grew up in a country where I could—at least for a time—vote for whomever I wanted to vote.
3. I may be able to make the aliyah that Aleksjondria and Julian did not get to make—as immigrating to "Palestine" really wasn't on their minds at the time that they became Anusim to avoid being murdered in pogroms. Julian's parents were Anusim whom became ba'alim teshuvim, and Aleksjondria's parents permanently settled in Bosse after tuberculosis claimed a Morgovich relative in Stakliškės in April 1882—two months before Aleksjondria was born—considering all that, then, they had enough of a time becoming Anusim and immigrating to Pennsylvania after their families sat shiva for them. By the way, they continued to be Anusim when they joined kerovot whom were Anusim there—perhaps maybe they did foresee someone Anti Semitic winning Pennsylvania, then, and they knew to at least some extent how American politics worked—by the way, Julian's niece Katherine Chokola (z"l) had in-law family who,m were beer brewers and politicos.

I could write more, I suppose—by the way, maybe this part of why I didn't find out that I'm Jewish until later: i.e., having my faith in Jesus established first and then finding out that I'm Jewish, I got a whole new angle on what being a bat-Anusim and Jewish Christian is like. In other words, I may have had, e.g., a different perspective on the Trump "election" had I found out that I'm Jewish at a different time and/or not had my faith established in Jesus.

Meanwhile, some in my own family disappointingly voted for Trump—I can say that at least I didn't allow history to be lost on me. 

Offbeat: "Momma" Is Worried About Reilly & Herself For At Least The Next Two Days

Seeing a "Hail Odin" threat and other threats directed at Paul Krugman on Twitter, having received threats in the past, etc., "Momma" knows one thing: she's not going to check on the plants tonight or perhaps for the next few days. What happened 78 years ago is not lost on "Momma", and much of the rest of history is not lost on "Momma"—she named Reilly in a historical fashion, after all, since Jews who follow shiyum shel minhagimYehudim name children and furmily members (puppies, kitties, tureturles, etc..).

All the more so, "Momma"—being single and with disabilities—feels pretty helpless in trying to figure out how to get herself and Reilly to safety in either Canada or Israel if she needs to flee and/or can even make aliyah via Canada—she does not believe that she or Reilly will survive here if Trump becomes President.

Reilly & Camille For Pupresident & Vice Pupresident?

Perhaps if Reilly and Camille were on a split ticket, they could be Pupresident & Vice Pupresident:

Posing for an official portrait

Looking at her vice pupresident

Split ticket 

Official ticket potrait

Negotiations

More portraits

A Weird Incident Re "Momma"'s Going To Check On Plants, And A Small And Long Postscript

When "Momma" was going to cover her plants with a towel last night—since a frost advisory was to be in effect, and the plants were grown from citrus-fruit and apple seeds that she'd saved—Reilly freaked out when "Momma" changed her mind from having Reilly stay—since Reilly is prone to burst out the door—to having Reilly come with her. For whatever reason, Reilly would not come with "Momma"—in fact, she'd keep running from her! 

"Momma" finally decided to risk the plants to the frost—which she'll have to do tonight as well—and take Reilly upstairs to go "night nights"—Reilly must've been tired!

PS: With the Election and life in general closing in on "Momma" and Reilly, "Momma" wrote the following:

"While "Momma" has some ideas about whom Reisy's "Daddy" might be (or at least whom she hopes that he might be), she's not sure that she's currently—and she's more sure that she's currently not—in a position to share her specific thoughts about that with anyone but God, Reisy (even though Reisy is a canine—specifically, an adult puppy known as a "dog"—as opposed to a human), and a few other people. If anything, the case seems to be that whoever Reisy's "Daddy" is might have to tell "Momma"—especially if he's among those whom "Momma" thinks strongly might be Reisy's "Daddy"."

Here's a hint regarding whom "Momma" thinks that Reilly's "Daddy" might be at least down the road, if God wills: 

The guy's Hebrew name has two of the letters of God's Name—of course, multiple names in Hebrew have these two letters—and "Momma" is not giving away the letters, the combination of the letters, or the pronunciation of the letters in the name in question.

By the way, the time to at least give a hint came, since "Momma"—being a Jew with Cerebral Palsy and mental illnesses—does not know if she'll survive November 9th in any case, let alone if she'll survive and be able to get herself and Reilly to a safe place should they need to run. In full disclosure, Reilly did lick "Momma"'s hand both when "Momma" asked if Reilly likes Trump, but she gave "Momma" her paw when she asked if she likes Kasich and nosed her hand the next time! 

(Maybe Reilly feels pity for Trump like a belated senior kitten that "Momma" et. al. once had felt for a family member of "Momma"!) 

By the way, "Momma" does not like Clinton, either. 

Whether Reilly's A Dogocrat Or Repuplican

Even though "Momma" is a Republican, Reilly's not a Repuplican. Reilly is also not a Dogocrat. In fact, Reilly is apupthetic insofar as politics—although puplitics is another discussion. 

Like all—or at least many—puppies, whether puppies or adult puppies ("dogs"), Reilly would be pupthortarian if she could get away with being pupthortarian. She certainly would not be libertarian—or nibertarian?—since she is definitely a jealous type—and she doesn't like when Camille or any other puppy gives anyone else (whether human, canine, or non human and non canine) nibbles and kisses. 

Perhaps because Reilly is gregarious (as opposed "even though she's gregarious"), she would demand "num nums", treats, toys, belly rubs, scritches, and whatever else she would demand on her schedule. While "Momma" grants that jealously like Reilly has doesn't exactly qualify Reilly to be gregarious according to Merriam Webster, "Momma" also grants that Reilly's love of being the center of attention comes from her gregariousness. 

Reilly is, if nothing else, a Jewish-Maltese-Frankish Pupmerican.

Maybe Edwin Landseer's Poodle subject is an ancestor of Reilly.

By the way, Camille actually has not had to go to the vet so far.

Vet Visit For Camille In the Morning, Sleepy Reilly, and the "Auntie Nicole" Whom's "Enough To Drive People Crazy"

Camille has a vet visit in the morning because she threw up something—and needlessly to say, "Mom-Mom" once again found something in which to blame "Auntie Nicole" for something. 

"You're enough to drive people crazy...!"

(The "with your" after "crazy" was unfollowable.)

By the way, there's part of the reason that "Auntie Nicole" rarely laughs—she can't laugh too much in the end when she endures mistreatment like that. In this case, all that "Auntie Nicole" did was laugh about Camille the consummate foodie going so far as to get mad at "Mom-Mom" for not letting her eat her...eh...regurgitation. 

"Auntie Nicole" knows that puppies will eat their vomit, but wow—she thought that Cam was growling at Ri, and then she saw her growling and fighting to wriggle out of "Mom-Mom"'s arms! Cam took being a puppy and a foodie to a whole new level!

Then came the "Damned since she didn't" moment:

"You're enough to drive people crazy with that crap!"

Laugh a "Whoa!" laugh about Cam taking being a puppy and foodie to a whole new level, be damned; and worry when your hear that "Mom-Mom" and "Mimi" are taking Cam to the vet in the morning, be damned! Then have people wonder why you sit up alone at night thinking about both your future and poor Ri's future, despite that you should be taking Reilly back upstairs and going "night nights"—and you're amazed that even reading at night doesn't always help you fall asleep or sleep well enough, and you also know that Reilly's patiently waiting for you to finish reading before turning the reading light off affects her to be a little more sleepy during the day.

Tiles On the Porch & Having To "Go Potty" Out Front

Far from fun for Reilly and Camille, home improvement is occurring for the next few weeks at Reilly's and Camille's house (unless God wills otherwise)—and especially Camille is not happy about it. From hovering like an around-a-planet moon around "Auntie Nicole" to forcing "Mimi" to carry her into the backyard to "go potty", Camille is making clear that she does not like these guys being in her house and messing up her routine—and never mind that sealed tiles are taking up most of the porch; Cam is making "Mimi" walk around them to the backyard—and Cam will really hate tomorrow when the guys bring in the tiles and put them on the fireplace—being crated and going for a ride to the kitchen in her crate again  will not be fun!

Reilly, meanwhile, is relatively adjusting—she barked when the guys rang the doorbell and were on the porch, e.g. (She was being a good watchdog.), and she's a little scared of the guys. She's also convinced that "Auntie Michelle" was trying to take Camille for a walk when she took her twice to try to "go potty" out front. Nonetheless, Reilly herself "peedied" out front and is at least barking as usual.