Dr. Jerome Corsi first contacted me a couple months ago. He wanted to know more about my paper on voter roll algorithms in New York. More recently, he asked me if I wanted to look at Ohio’s voter rolls. As I tell everyone, I don’t want to look at any voter rolls, but I understand why it has to be done, so I agreed.
As a side note, I think it’s interesting how often what we say we want to do and what we actually do are different. I’ll tell you a story about that at the end.
I warned Dr. Corsi that there is no guarantee there are any algorithms to find in Ohio. Even if there are, I couldn’t guarantee I’d find them. He seemed confident, and I plunged in. This is how I felt in New Jersey when I started. Until I found the first clue, I worried there would be no clues to find, or I’d miss them all.
It took a few weeks, but eventually, the Ohio algorithms revealed themselves. This is what I’ve been working on the last few weeks. It is why I haven’t been posting about my research. The report had to be done and published first.
In New York and New Jersey, algorithms are found in every county. In Ohio, I found them in 3 out of 88. Read my Ohio report on Dr. Corsi’s site, GodsFiveStones.com.
If you haven’t seen my NY paper yet, you can find it on ResearchGate here.
I’m finalizing another journal article related to another state, with another under the microscope right now. I look forward to being an artist again, but until then, there are plenty of voter rolls to keep me busy.
Now for my story:
There are quite a few people who think I enjoy research. If asked, I say I don’t. The reason is that it keeps me indoors, is bad for my health, and often involves tasks that anyone else can do as well as me. And yet, I do a lot of research. Even when no one asks me to. I do it without thinking about it because sometimes there are questions I want answers to. If no one else is lining up to answer them, I have to do it myself.
It’s like when my little sister ran up to me in 1977 to ask for help. A neighborhood boy was drunk and pestering her. I didn’t want to stop what I was doing, but recognized that my sister’s request was more important. I grabbed my friend Bill and ran out the door. We found the kid and tackled him to the ground. In short order, he was dealt with.
It wasn’t the kind of thing I normally do. It just had to be done.
And now for the real story:
When I was 12, I worked for a comic book store in San Jose called Comics & Fantasies. They were located on West San Carlos Boulevard, back when it was a sketchy part of town. There was a seedy bar across the street, a chili dog stand to the right, and a half acre of broken glass everywhere. Today, the shop is gone but the location is in the shadow of the Adobe Tower.
My boss, Roger, was dating my mother. I didn’t have the job for that reason. He hired me first, then met my mother. Because of that conection, he was a little more worried about my safety. He made me promise that I’d hand over all the store’s money if anyone came to rob the place.
When it actually happened, I called the police while the bad guys stood two feet away, threatening me with switchblades. I did it because that seemed the right thing to do. My promise to my boss never entered my mind.
If you’d asked me beforehand what I would do in that situation, I would have said exactly what my boss wanted me to say because that is what I expected would happen.
I’m constantly thinking about what I want to do: go hiking in Yosemite with my camera, swim in a heated pool, golf in Florida, finish and sell one of my books or comics, all sorts of things. But here I am, doing research.
Maybe I like it more than I let on.
PS: I do have a graphic novel on my schedule, so that will be dealt with as soon as this research is done.
Thank you for your work on this!
Thank you for your fantastic work! :-)
Just a quick note: I wanted to download the report, but it seems that the link to GodsFiveStones.com is broken (PHP error message). Do you know how to get it in some other way?