Good morning, reader(s) of Stroock's Books, and happy Thursday.
We got some needed rain yesterday, a summer storm with plenty of wind and thunder. The storm broke the heatwave, and temps today will be in the 60s.
Our library is reorganized, reboxed, and restocked. Two days lifting and carrying 30 + boxes of books was a heck of a workout. Related...This post from 2018 got some traffic yesterday, the beginning of our gym saga. 'Wish us luck, indeed'.
Related...Middle Daughter's Civil War test is tomorrow. We are not allowed to help or even mention the war in any way. We've offered Middle daughter $20 to make reference to 'The War Between the States' on the written part of test. Of course, our late grandmother, whom reader(s) of this blog will know well, often made reference to 'The War of Northern Aggression'.
So Itamar Ben Gvir, one of Netanyahu's coalition ministers, mocked and taunted the latest Gaza flotilla detainees. We actually don't care that he did so. But Ben Gvir's actions have caused a diplomatic kerfuffle with lots of Euros expressing outrage, yada-yada-yada. Honestly, the man's a cancer (as is Smotrich) and the sooner he's out of government, the better. We may endorse the Opposition Bloc for that reason alone.
To that end, the Israeli Knesset is about to dissolve. The latest polls show a hung parliament with neither bloc gaining a majority and as usual, Netanyahu's Likud winning the most seats. Honestly, the best outcome would be a Netanyahu/Bennett coalition. This would push the government toward the center a bit and force Ben Gvir and Smotrich out. But would Bennett agree?*
As far as Iran goes, this blog believes Trump is negotiating like a patient man who knows he has all the advantages.
Twitchy reports on a generational war, triggered by Shark Tank's Kevin O'Leary laments $28 lunches. Quite right Click on over to be amused by the kid's bewilderment. Seriously, kids. You shouldn't be ordering out lunch every day, anyway. When we were a senate intern in the summer of '95, we'd get a bagel and cream cheese, chips, and a Diet Coke - $2.25. That's still less than ten bucks or quid in today's money. Back in our Northern Virginia office days, dining out for lunch was a Friday treat. Usually we'd hit a chicken joint called Ranch-1, about which no more will be said.
DOGE report.
We slug on, writing things and making improvements.
