We interrupt our coverage to bring you this special report.

In Room 216 in the Mississippi Capitol, the trial to find voter fraud in SD 37 has continued this week. In a completely related story, the folks that film ‘Finding Bigfoot’ have come to Mississippi so that we may, in the way that only Mississippians can, help document Bigfoot (or “Squatch” as he is known in the industry) sightings for their imaginary show. If I had to pick about whether voter fraud or Bigfoot was found this week, I’m putting my money on the hairy guy.

But to read the stories coming out of the old Supreme Court Chamber, there seems to be a real lack of any connectivity to any actual voter fraud occurring. It’s not so much an investigation of fraud that actually occurred. It seems to be an investigation of fraud that a small group of her supporters imagined might have occurred. Call it fraudiness.

From the questioning of Ms. Sojourner . . .

“I’m not asking you what you can’t prove,” Pigott said in one volley. “I’m asking you about what you have actual evidence of. Do you have any proof that shows any of this activity you claim changed one vote in the state Senate race? Evidence, not speculation, not your concerns, not speeches, but evidence. Evidence about any vote being changed for you or Mr. Dearing.”

Sojourner said, “The only votes that can be counted are lawfully cast votes. The evidence shows that voter assistance occurred.”

Even though the Secretary of State, who has whole teams of people in the field to rapid respond and on the spot investigate any polling irregularities on Election Day, was not consulted or called (apparently because the votes had not been tabulated at that point), Sojourner is now asking (respectfully) the Mississippi Senate to erase her 64 vote deficit by nullifying votes in a precinct and declare her the winner.

But, of course, this isn’t the first time that fraudiness has occurred. Why just in 2014, the pater familias of the #McGOP himself alleged vote buying was occurring in Meridian. Of course, when pressed, it turns out that the Reverend Fielder admitted that he was in fact paid not by Cochran’s people but by those sympathetic to McDaniel.

But hey, at least no one has had to appear in front of a grand jury this time. Yet.

So now, it appears, we will move to the Senate Floor. It is widely anticipated that Chris McDaniel will be her strongest advocate on the floor. Fresh from the rush of not answering the bell for higher public office for the second time after literally dozens had encouraged him to do so, he appears rested and ready to spend his days in the Mississippi Senate doing whatever it is he does there. Parenthetically, when I read his open letter in the Texas Conservative Daily, I honestly thought it was a piece written on The Onion. But long ago, I had a vision of how this would floor speech would transpire. There he was, Chris McDaniel, dressed in full military uniform with a buzzcut testifying to his compatriots in the Senate on Sojourner’s behalf.

Mr. President and members of the Senate, we live in a world that has borders, and those borders have to be guarded by men with guns – using open carry, of course. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Senator Bryan? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for United Conservatives Fund, and you curse the Tea Party. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know — that United Conservatives Fund’s lack of effectiveness, while tragic, probably saved lives; and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.

You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that border — you need me on that border.
We use words like “constitution,” “liberty” “illegal alien”. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punch line.

I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it.
I would rather that you just said “thank you” and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand the post. Either way, I don’t give a DAMN what you think you’re entitled to!

We can dream, can’t we?

That’s the way it was – Day 74 of the Sojourner Hostage Crisis.

Good day Mississippi – and good luck.