Happy Flag Day:
We took the Stroocklettes to the mall yesterday. We saw very few empty storefronts. There were a lot of people there, dare we say it was even kinda crowded? It could just be pent up demand. We saw far too many masks. C'mon people, the Fauci Flu is over. Overall we'd say the Bridgewater mall isn't dying.
Biden wandered off, couldn't answer simple questions and was said to be inattentive at the various G-7 meetings. Meanwhile Harris can't take simple questions about the border. JFC, this is the government. Dear China, strike Taiwan now, we can't stop you. Adam Piggott says, 'It's gonna get messy.' America hasn't been this weak since the 1970s.
Looks like this week we'll be working on the 8th Infantry Division's part of the counterattack as well some Soviet scenes. We might just make General Maddox the ad-hoc corps commander, though we like the idea of SAUCER finding someone to do it.
Kid Rock's All Summer Long might be the last great rock song:
1989, man. We were 16. Kid Rock has done something very interesting. He's written a song about another song, or two songs really, Sweet Home Alabama* and Werewolves of London. Maybe he's just sampling but he's doing it in a very Generation-X way.
By 1989 the nation had tons of radio stations that played Classic Rock. NYC had two, the mighty 92.3 KRock and 102.7 WNEW. Tune in any time and you'd hear the big four, Zeppelin, The Beatles, The Who, The Doors, plus tons of stuff from the, 70's like Sweet Home Alabama and Werewolves of London and All Right Now, Fat Bottomed Girls, American Woman...In 1989, if you wanted to rock, this is where you went. That's what Kid Rock was listening to.
This Monday Metal calls for a supplementary flag, 'cause a Southern Man don't need him around, anyhow:
*Which is partly about Neil Young's Southern Man. Lol, get fucked, Mr.. Young.
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