Weary Wednesday With Will

Aw dang it. We wrote an opening paragraph for this space but thought about it and decided...na. Not in this day and age when anodyne and harmless statements can call down the thunder. It just ain't worth it for a blog post that maybe a hundred people will read. It was good stuff too. Oh well.

A leopard cannot change its stripes and we can't stop paying attention to elections. We spent the 10 o'clock hour composing everything in this post except this paragraph and went to bed with about 85% of the GA runoff vote reported and the GOPs in the lead. We wake up and see....Of course. Really, was there any stopping the Dem's Will to Power? To foretell of doom or urge heads to cool. Which is the cliché? 

Honestly we're far more interested in the Trump protests today and expect/hope to see more on Inauguration Day.  Looks like things are off to a good start. As Kate McMillian at Small Dead Animals says, 'Not rioting is a failed conservative policy'. Easy for us to say, we know. We're not sure if we'll be able to fly a Back the Blue flag any longer. We'll have to think about it.

The author must be as disciplined as a kabuki. But the author must sometimes follow the buzz, the ju-ju. So we intended to do a ton of work on The Great Nuclear War of 1975 and write a scene a day of World War 1990: The Final Storm. Instead we're doing the opposite. Our Japanese scene allows us to talk about Vladivostok. We can fortify our Soviet rebellion theme there. Flying the Aussie F-111's into Sakhalin gives us an opening to show things down in Canberra and even Nixon moderating talks between the ANZACs and the Vietnamese in Honk Kong.  So you know, either way.

National Review's Kevin Williamson has an interesting article about the Hillary Baldwin 'scandal' and the urge, desire, quest to be someone else. Hey, we're a 47 year old man with chronic foot issues, so we get it. Who or what would we be at this stage? As a teenager we dreamed of being a fireball throwing right handed closer with a nickname like 'Iceman' or 'The Terminator'.  Also, secret agent/pornstar. In our 20s we wanted to be a Washington staffer, either on The Hill or in the Federal government. Honestly we're glad it never panned out. Today? Who the hell knows? We look decent (fuck that we draw mom-gaze at the pool), we have most of our hair, we got a fulfilling job we like that's going great. The family is healthy and happy. Why mess with a good thing? Yeah we have that other thing. So what? We're doing what we can. We are doing what a man must do. It could, and has, been a hell of a lot worse.

Sure we have a schtick here at William Stroock dot BlogSpot dot com. We're a middle aged loser whoe spends the afternoon ferrying his daughters (who don't listen to a goddamn thing he says) from one dance class to another. But that's kinda who we are. We ain't puttin' on airs here or nuthin'. You're reading middle aged Wesley-Will whose kicked back, had a few drinks and is saying what is on his mind, but carefully because he's within earshot of Mrs. Stroock. Middle aged Wesley Will doesn't want to get in trouble.