Saturday Updates

Good morning, Stroock's Books weekenders. 

We got in a Judaism last night. Our first in a while, actually. Changes in the works. 

Happy Victory Day, Comrades.

Even without the flag and tie we manage to look so Soviet in that pic, or Ruski, anyway. 

We remain baffled as to how our Triglyceride levels spiked from 204 to 692 in ten months. Glucose is up, slightly. We eat no differently than we did last July. Stress? We dunno. Devotees will recall last summer's AC Wars. Those were so stressful that Mrs. Stroock took the phone from us because she thought we were about to stroke-out. 

We are up about ten pounds. But this is muscle. We know this because last summer we benched 230 and now we bench 300. And our pants fit us the same and we're wearing belts we have to punch a whole into, so they're tight enough, not loose enough. 

So, alert reader(s) will have noticed we've been going to the doctor a lot lately.  We'll be going to the doctor a lot more for examinations and tests. Two more are in the works. One Thursday, one at the end of the month. This blog will deliver health updates as events warrant. 

War of the ants...very little ant activity yesterday and we've yet to see one this morning. The little bastards are probably regrouping. They're clever. 

Well, Labour lost 1,416 seats in Britain's local elections, the Tories lost 659 and Reform picked up over 1,500. The Greens and 'Muslim Independent Parties' also gained seats. As Mark Steyn says, the future is showing up. Labour's shellacking is nice to see, but we doubt it will amount to much in the long run. Prime Minister Keir Starmer says he won't step down. Honestly, those of us who loath the man should encourage him to remain in Number Ten for further torturing. Things will only get worse. 

The Things.

We are bored with Substack and sorely tempted to return to Twitter and do on Twitter what we do on Substack. We dunno. 

Okay, we had a great week with World War 1990: The Managua Campaign. Both Task Force Bolivar and the FDN have broken through and are proceeding south toward Managua. We're still not sure what happens next. Maybe we have both groups arrive on the outskirts of Managua and then...standoff. 

World War 1990: The Managua Campaign is 48,000 words.

Friday Fuck it all

Good afternoon, Stroock's Books reader(s) and shabbat shalom. 

Hahahahah....ahhhhhhahahahaha! Lose fifty pounds, the doctor said. You want to go on a GLP-1 he asked? No, we replied. Okay, we said we'd think about it. Well, we thought about it, and we're still a no. That's a hard no. No to the fullest effect. No with extreme prejudice.

Even better...devotees will recall last summer's bloodwork revealed our triglycerides had dropped all the way down to 205. Get ready to laugh more because yesterday they were 692. We're eating more or less the same way we did last July. 

Lose 50 pounds, what the actual ef?

As reader(s) might imagine, we're pretty fucked off about this. Times like this we wish we were Canadian so we could access their MAID service. Doctors suck. 

As we write this Labor and to a lesser extent the Tories are getting wiped out in Britain's council elections. Good [claps hands] good.

And the Virginia Supreme Court has struck down the Dem's gerrymandered map. Meanwhile red states proceed with their constitutionally protected gerrymanders. FAFO, guys. FAFO. 

War of the ants...we have not yet seen an ant today. 

DOGE report.

Plenty of good work yesterday on World War 1990: The Managua Campaign. We've got ideas and articulation and are tweaking the Pan- American/FDN plan. We'll get a start on that interlude chapter. Should hit a milestone today. 

Getting to See

Aye....a cloudy and wet morning here in Northern New Jersey. 

We've had four days in a row at the gym. Time to rest, right? 

We have a physical today. Wish us luck. 

What do we got?

Negotiations between the US and Iran continue apace. MAGA accounts are triumphant. We are more skeptical and circumspect, as is our wont. Our own sense is that some sort of deal will be reached. At this point we're not sure what renewing the military campaign can accomplish. Lots of US military aircraft are landing in the ME right now. We shall see.

Meanwhile, Israel blows up Hezbollah's stuff in south Lebanon.

Elections in Britain today. Labour is supposed to be wiped out. Supposed to be. We shall also see. 

War of the Ants... Yesterday we stomped 21 ants. So far we have not seen a carpenter ant this morning (oh, never mind. There's one). But the little ones have appeared in the master bathroom shower. We found their colony though and terminated it with extreme prejudice. We sprayed the exterior of the house with a soap/vinegar solution. The ants' tipping point is nearing. We shall see once more. 

DOGE report.

Task Force Bolivar is ready to break out of the Choluteca Gap. FDN forces (half a dozen task forces backed by US air power) are breaking out of Nueva Segovia and driving south.

After that, we really have no idea what happens. 

We probably need an interlude chapter between the above and the final drive on Managua. 

Art of the Deal?

Good morning, Stroock's Books reader(s) and happy midweek. 

Baaah...a rough night. No idea why. 

At least we don't have to drive anyone anywhere today. 

The other day when working on the lawn we noticed that the tiny little Japanese maple we planted in 2006 had died. It never grew much but every year the maple had gorgeous leaves. Oh well. At least we got to break out the chain saw. 

Pointless nostalgia...2006 was our first full spring here in casa-de-Stroock, and we endeavored to be one of those lawn guys. You know, the kind that spends a couple of ours on Saturdays mowing the lawn, pruning the bushes, planting some new flowers, etc etc. We are no longer one of those lawn guys. 

Iran talks...the terms discussed seem so ludicrously favorable to Iran that they have to be wrong or part of some greater misinformation effort, right? Maybe Trump's making a maximalist offer so he can say, 'See, I tried', right? Maybe. Perhaps Trump's just trying to gin the oil markets*. Right? Right? Otherwise, what the actual ef?

A lot of MAGA accounts are chalking these terms up as a great deal. We don't see it, for now. 

Indiana...five of six called state senate races were one by Trump backed candidates against incumbents who refused Governor Braun's redistricting efforts. MAGA is the GOP. The GOP is MAGA. Note, we are a lot less hostile to Mike Pence than some on the right. What exactly was he supposed to do in 2020? Nevertheless...[Nevertheless, what?-Ed]. Just nevertheless.

Ohio...Vivek Ramaswamy easily won the GOP nomination for governor. Slick politicians are often compared to used car salesmen. But Ramaswamy reminds us of a game show host. We've no idea what his odds are in November. 

DOGE Report.

Mostly editing and rewriting yesterday, cleaning up the invasion chapters, getting everything shipshape and Bristol fashion. 

We've been writing a narrative battle scene from out East German Oberst advisor's POV rather than our typical back and forth between A and B. So far, so good, we guess. 

*Oil's down, like 12 percent this morning. We're going to wish cast that it's the oil thing. 

Will is in a Mood

Good morning, Stroock's Books reader(s) and Happy Cinco de Mayo. This is the 23rd anniversary of our paternal grandmother's death. As is now family tradition, we like to pester her namesake.

We mowed the lawn yesterday. The grass is surprisingly green and almost even. What's up with that?

War of the ants....we remain convinced that soon the enemy will reach the tipping point bringing about victory. 

For the first time in our life, we snapped at a cashier and didn't feel bad about it. 'All I want to do is check out. I don't want to try another phone number. I don't want to apply for a 10% discount card. I don't want to get vaccinated. All I want to do is check out. Clear?' We are getting old and less tolerant of fuckwitery. 

Related...we have another doctor's appointment this morning, and yet another later in the week. We are sick of doctors, doctors' offices, forms, more forms, waiting around, etc etc..

The New York Post tells us that Florida Governor Ron DeSantis is prepping a 2028 run for president. Longtime reader(s) will recall that we supported him in the 2024 primaries.* We can think of no better candidate to take up Trump's fight against the Dems and the Deep State. DeSantis would be formidable in the general election.  

DOGE Report.

The FDN and Pan-American advance into Nicaragua continues apace. Events are transpiring. It occurred to us yesterday that we don't know how we're wrapping things up in Cuba. 

Okay...planning and thinking about World War 1990: Battle of the GIUK Gap...is going just fine. We got a Canadian Aurora aircraft. A Canadian destroyer. A Ruski sub. A British carrier hunter-killer group. USS Stirling. The Grognard thinks we should have a Danish ship (why not?).

* Note: our preferred candidate has never clinched the nomination. Paul Tsongas, Lamar Alexander, John McCain, Rudy Giuliani...ours is a long list of failure in the presidential primaries. 

Mega War Force Star and Sterling

Good morning, Stroock's Books reader(s) and happy Monday. 

We did not mow the lawn yesterday. We may mow the lawn today. 

We are tempted to adjust our workout regimen. But why mess with something that is working so well?

Substack Notes is getting glitchy when we try to post pics, links etc, and we are getting seriously fucked off about it. Should we return to Twitter? 

So we watched Megaforce twice last week and thought maybe we'd blog it thus week. We checked our archives and...it turns out we already spent a week blogging Megaforce. Enjoy. 

Oh look, today is Star Wars Day. We've nothing to add. We're sick of Star Wars. Here's an idea we once had, Star Wars: Star Destroyer Lance. 

Actually, for this blog today is Ohio National Guard Day. IYKYK.

A bit of sad news as Yankees radio legend John Sterling has passed away. Anyone following the New York Yankees from the early 90's on knows his velvet, dulcet voice. He was just pleasant to listen to. Here's one of our favorite Sterling calls. "And the New York Yankees, on the precipice of defeat, tie the game at three!' Yankeees win. Thaaaa Yankees win! Rest in peace, king of the air. 

DOGE Report.

Yesterday we did a lot of thinking about World War 1990: Battle of the GIUK Gap. Our Grognard, who's been pestering us to do GIUK all year, is delighted and hard at work. 

Over the weekend we watched some YouTube vids about selling books, marketing books, etc etc. We do this a couple of times a year to fight complacency. We learned a few things but didn't get any new ideas. We investigate and ponder but don't know what to do, other than write more books.  

There is no magic bullet. We grow one reader at a time.

Will's Good Idea for the week of 5/3/26

Good morning, Stroock's Books faithful, and happy Sunday. Don't skimp on the post-Church lunch buffet now. 

It's May 3rd...why is the temp 47 degrees this morning?

We had a gout attack early yesterday morning. Fab.

We should mow the lawn. We probably won't.

Our sojourn across the dread-Hudson River for a visit with our dad went just fine. On the way out we had dinner at the Croton Colonial Diner. The Corton Diner has been a Stroock family stable for decades, and even shows up in A Line Through the Desert. 

It's a weird thing, walking through the house in which one grew up, which one moved out of 30 years ago. We deal with this in a short story we've written four The Fourth Day. 

On the way home oldest daughter said she had a test on the Middle East and needed us to explain Desert Storm and the Iraq War to her. We got emotional. 

Will's Good Idea for the Week of 5/3/26.

So we thought about World War 1990: Battle of the GIUK Gap during our drive yesterday. Meh.

Okay...Marines on Iceland. USS Stirling (remember her waaaay back in Arctic Storm). Nimrods and Orions patrolling the gap. A Soviet submarine (Vologda from Norway). A NATO submarine...What else?