Tuesday, August 11, 2020

Riots (white), Urban Collapse, and Writing

The bilge just kept pumping and pumping until I opened up the engine compartment. 'Wow, that's a lot of water,' I said, 'you know, for a boat.'

Despite naming the boat for our grandmother's home town of Waterproof Louisiana, Hannah Marx Stroock really doesn't like it. That boat is just unlucky and there is no doubt, none whatsoever, that the Waterproof is unlucky becuase she haunts it. None. Never, ever displease a southern woman.

Eventually the bilge drained and we took the boat out. There was no problems, mechanical anyway. But you get three little girls on a boat, horse play, throw in a teenager who cannot put her phone down and a bee sting, it makes for good times.

Kurt Schlichter, who is always right, takes the measure of things, and predicts a big Trump win. We agree. Go ahead and doubt us if you want, but we were right in 2016 and the pollsters were wrong. We are right in 2020 too.

Andy Ngo chronicles another night of riots in Portland. Also riots in Seattle, Chicago. We expect to see a bad one in NYC soon. Seattle's police chief is resigning. This can't go on. Sometime this year the president will fulfill our prophecy of Federal troops being dispatched to a blue city to enforce the law. 

Speaking of, Kyle Smith chronicles the rapid decline of NYC. Yeah...the NYC of cynical, hard bitten, world weary tough guys is long, long gone. We can't wait for all those Williamsburg hipsters to experience an 'authentic' NYC sans street smarts. These people are doomed. We once again urge Governor Murphy to blow up the Hudson River crossings and deploy the National Guard to the west bank of the river with orders to sink on site any boat trying to make the crossing. Stay the hell out of New Jersey, New Yorkers. We don't want your kind here.

Trump is going to give his acceptance speech at the White House or  Gettysburg. Just brilliant. He should hold rallies at sacred sites all across the nation. Gettysburg, the Alamo, Punch Bowl National Cemetery (prettier and more tranquil than Arlington, we kid you not) Ellis Island, Willow Run, Valley Forge...Fuck it, Stone Mountain. Troll level: Trump.

The Biden campaign is falling apart before our eyes. They can't choose a veep and nobody of any talent wants the job anyway. Rumor has it Dixiecrat Joe is interviewing Mayor Pete. That's what it's come to. Willie Brown, Kamala Harris' sugar daddy, the smartest politician in Califronia (not kidding), urges her not to take the gig. We'll see if she's smart enough to take the advice. The Dems are going to get killed and they know it. Hence they're laying the groundwork for post-election chaos and doubt.

The Great Nuclear War of 1975 is coming along well. We wrote yet another scene on the Hudson River. Write what you know, we guess. We're aware that this could be overkill, but the Hudson just works for us. Imagine that two mile wide river frozen solid in deep winter. See? Our man is trekking. We know a lot about him. He's a math teacher, likes building models. Had a draft deferment. No urbanite wuss, but definitely not an ex-Marine or biker dude. Just your average man doing what he's gotta do.

More meetings for our presidential commission on Reconstruction. How do you reconstitute state governments? Just how do you hold an election? Who do you get to run against Rockefeller? Whose left? These are the questions that fascinate us. We're worried that there's too many men sitting around and talking, but you people say you like that sort of thing, soooo. We decided Milton Friedman is on the commission. 

We need to readthrough one more story in the short story compilation, reformat (this is easy) and then format the Kindle edition, which is also easy. September 1st, people. To be honest we're not optimistic about book sales for this one. Which is fine. Sometimes the point is to get stuff out there, nothing more. We'll see.

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