Either another astroturf, or worse

I expected some commentary on the Daisy Lundy problem, but not total denial. That’s what this comment writer gave in my discussion:

And how do we know that this attack even occurred as claimed. The entire investigation is based upon Daisy Lundy’s word alone.

-The relatively minor injuries suffered by Ms. Lundy (no black eyes despite allegedly being slammed into the steering wheel forcefully, no other marks/scratches around the face, broken bones or wounds; leaving open the possibility of self infliction or having a friend do it with reluctance, so as not to cause serious physical harm).

-The absence of vandalism to her vehicle (if someone were lying in wait, they could very well have tires slashed/car doors keyed as a threat or act of intimidation, however this was not done).

-The unusual circumstances of their encounter (how would her whereabouts away from her own residence be known at 2 am and how could someone lurk around her car for potentially several hours in cold weather without being noticed and reported to the police as a prowler/potential rapist by concerned residents).

I was at first stunned. Who could even believe that Daisy Lundy would blow out her own knee, I thought. Then I remembered something I had read on the Sabre discussion of the attacks. Sure enough, the exact same points (word for word) are made here. This combined with the similarly abusive stuff discussed at WahooPundit suggests that there’s someone who’s really threatened by the thought that people care about what happened to Daisy Lundy.

Saturday: flipping a switch

I opened my eyes yesterday to brilliant light streaming in the window. Lisa said to me, “We need to get up. It’s 11:30.” Startled I rolled out of bed and into the shower quickly, then came down to cook breakfast. A minute later Lisa said, “I need to fix my watch; it’s still on East Coast time.” Nothing like getting three hours back at the start of your day to really make you want to be productive.

So we were. After breakfast we got out into the yard. Lisa swept the patio and started weeding the back beds (where we are starting to see our first flowers). I took a hacksaw to the ten foot long pine branch that we lost in a windstorm in January. Then I mowed the grass and helped Lisa dig up some of the garden beds and cover them to kill any remaining weeds.

Afterwards we went downtown and walked by the water. It was amazing after so many dark months how choked with people the sidewalks were. It was just as though someone had flipped a switch and turned the town back on.

Today of course it’s raining and chilly. Gotta love the Northwest.