Democrats Stomp Feet, Whine, Vow to Find Workaround to Va. Supreme Court’s Ruling
Democrats can’t stand the fact that they’re getting beaten like old, dusty rugs in the state congressional redistricting war, and they are showing it. In one state after another, Republicans have successfully managed to snag one or two seats away from Democrats, with the grand prizes going to Texas (5 seats) and Florida (4 seats).
Most recently, Dems literally tried to steal 4 Republican seats in Virginia, violating the law to do it. The violations were so blatant that a majority of Virginia Supreme Court justices ruled that a statewide referendum to validate the theft was null and void, so the Commonwealth’s congressional delegation will remain 6-5 Democrats to Republicans.
Or will it? Not if whiny, pouty, perpetually angry Democrats get their way:
Angry Democratic lawmakers held a venting session this weekend to complain about Virginia’s Supreme Court overturning its new gerrymandered map — and some of the Dems floated a “dramatic idea”: replacing the state’s Supreme Court in order to push through the new map anyway.
That’s according to a report from The New York Times on Sunday afternoon. The paper reported “struggling” Dems like House Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries (D-NY) held a private discussion on Saturday, where they fumed about the court’s ruling from a day earlier. They also strategized a potential counterstrike.
Journalist Reid J. Epstein reported the group discussed the “audacious and possibly far-fetched idea” to get the map they all desperately want. Not everyone loved the plan, though.
“The most dramatic idea they discussed — which would involve an unusual gambit to replace the entire state Supreme Court, with a goal of reinstating their gerrymandered map — drew mixed reactions on the call,” Epstein reported.
He added, “it was not clear that it would even be viable, or palatable to Gov. Abigail Spanberger and Democrats in the Virginia General Assembly.” Several Democratic lawmakers representing Virginia in the House were also on the call.
“They did not land on a specific course forward, and Mr. Jeffries and the other members of Congress agreed to consult with their lawyers about the most prudent way to proceed, said the people, who spoke on the condition of anonymity to describe a private talk,” the report added.
The ballot referendum to steal 4 of the 5 Republican seats only passed by 2.5 points. If the theft had been allowed to proceed, some 48 percent of the state (Republicans) would be ‘represented’ by 9 percent of Virginia’s congressional delegation. That’s not ‘democracy,’ that’s tyranny.
But this is what the Democrat Party has become – so obsessed with power, its members will do anything and everything to obtain it and then keep it, regardless of whether that “reflects the will of the people.”
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My Husband Slapped Me Twice in His Jewelry Store—Then I Discovered He'd Forged My Signature to Steal My Mother's Company
My husband slapped me twice in his luxury jewelry store while his mistress smiled. I left my wedding ring on the counter and warned him about his shares. But he had no idea I'd discovered a forged document giving him control of my inheritance. With my twenty-ninth birthday approaching, he was preparing to sell my mother's beloved workshop. Then an old photograph arrived from Vermont. The man in it was my father—the man I'd buried seventeen years earlier. And my husband already knew he was alive.
PART 1.
Nathan's hand connected with my face before I could finish saying his name.
The first slap sent my head turning toward a glass display filled with emerald necklaces.
The second knocked me backward against the counter, and I lost my balance, landing hard on the polished marble floor of his Madison Avenue jewelry store.
For a moment, all I could hear was the soft music playing through the ceiling speakers.
Nathan stood over me, breathing heavily.
Celeste Rowan watched from beside a brightly illuminated jewelry case, wearing a champagne-colored silk dress and a smile that made my stomach turn.
She didn't move to help me.
"Why are you here?" Nathan demanded.
"Are you following me now? You can't just show up and cause a scene."
I touched my cheek.
Blood filled my mouth where my teeth had cut the inside of it.
Near the entrance, an employee stopped arranging a tray of jewelry.
Another worker looked down at the floor.
Nobody said anything.
Four years earlier, Nathan had slipped a diamond ring onto my finger and promised that we would build something beautiful together.
Now he had struck me in front of the woman he'd been sleeping with for six months.
I pushed myself upright.
"I came to give you something back."
My fingers trembled as I removed my wedding ring.
I placed it carefully on the glass counter.
Celeste's smile widened.
"I guess she finally understands," she murmured.
I ignored her.
"My lawyer will be claiming half your shares by tomorrow," I told Nathan.
His expression changed.
The anger disappeared so quickly that it almost frightened me.
"Emma, wait."
I turned toward the entrance.
"Emma, you don't understand what you're doing."
"That's funny," I said quietly.
"Because for the first time in four years, I think I do."
He followed me halfway across the showroom.
"Don't make this ugly."
I looked back at the woman standing beside him.
"You already did."
Outside, I climbed into a cab and photographed my swelling cheek before calling Maya Ortiz.
Maya had been my attorney for only eight days.
In those eight days, she'd uncovered enough irregularities in my mother's company records to make me question almost everything I believed about my marriage.
"Did you go to the store?" she asked.
"Yes."
"What happened?"
"Nathan hit me. Twice."
She went silent.
Then her voice sharpened.
"Are you safe?"
"I'm in a cab."
"Go directly to urgent care. I'll meet you there. And Emma?"
"Yes?"
"Don't speak to him again."
I stared through the window at the traffic moving along Madison Avenue.
"I need you to preserve the security footage," I said.
"We will."
"And I need that shareholder meeting stopped."
Maya exhaled.
"We're working on it."
The meeting was scheduled for Friday.
My twenty-ninth birthday.
It was also the day a document bearing my forged signature supposedly transferred the voting rights attached to my forty-two percent ownership interest in Vale Atelier to Nathan.
My mother, Louise Vale, had spent thirty years building the workshop.
Nathan intended to sell it.
And unless we could prove the document was fraudulent, he might have enough voting power to make that happen.
The signature looked convincing.
The notary stamp appeared legitimate.
But I had been in Portland, Oregon, with my aunt on the day I supposedly signed it.
I had never authorized Nathan to vote my shares.
That evening, after a doctor examined my injuries and I gave a statement to the police, my phone vibrated.
The message came from Ruth Miller, my mother's retired bookkeeper.
There was a photograph attached.
A gray-haired man stood outside a small repair shop in Vermont.
He held a jeweler's loupe against one eye.
His faded green field jacket looked painfully familiar.
So did the pale scar running across his left thumb.
I enlarged the photograph.
My breath stopped.
I had seen that face in framed photographs, birthday albums, and dreams for seventeen years.
Martin Vale.
My father.
The man whose empty coffin I had watched disappear into the ground when I was twelve.
Below the photograph, Ruth had written:
Emma, I think you deserve the truth.
Then another message arrived.
Please don't tell Nathan I've contacted you. I believe he's already found your father.
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