No matter who counted or how, Bush kept coming up winner. The media even did the full recount afterwords, and no matter what standards were used, Bush still won. That went in the Memory Hole pretty quickly… but I’ll never forget the sight of that one man- the old fellow who always happened to be in the middle of the screen when the media showed counting being done- and he always seemed to have some excuse to hold the ballot up to the light. We were supposed to think there were a horrendous lot of ballots that were hard to make out, you see…
It’s very simple. He can’t just rescue the dogs, because they would all be miserable without their humans. My sister gave my Dad a Yorkie by sneaking up behind him and plopping it on his chest. He took one glance at my Dad, and utterly relaxed, looking worshipfully into his face. He’d found his Pawpaw, and that was all that mattered to him. Thirteen years later, he still spends time doing that… no way would Heaven be Heaven to him, if his Pawpaw wasn’t there…
Why substitute another voice for one you’ve had in the can since 1966? The original vocalist could be long dead, the recordings don’t evaporate upon death…
I’m trying to remember what Arthur Dent told Vogon Jeltz… it didn’t work, but against Lola, it might…