Swords, Scots, Queen, Monday Metal

Ahhhh...the ideas for The Weser are blazing across the sky like a lightening strike. Which is all well and good and useless unless those ideas translate into wordage. 

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I'm rolling, Wyatt (if you goddamn people don't get that reference, stop reading this blog).

Today we'll do an East German scene. Division commander, they just routed a Belgian division, or some such. Wouldn't it be fitting for the British armoured division to match up with the East German armored division. 'Why look, Jerry again!' Yes, yes it would.

Back to the nukes as well. We'll start reading through another chapter of '75 this morning. We've got an air force guy walking the tarmac in Casper just before Air Force One arrives. Why not make him the guy that mans the phone in the presidential meeting room as well? We can expand character and use him to add observations, 'Who the fuck are these bastards trying to kid?' Indeed, we are among the best there is at what we do.

Here's our very latest bit of collusion with Russia: 'When this observer first got interested in politics in the late 1980’s, the budget deficit was an important issue. Prognosticators worried about ever expanding deficits hampering economic growth and creating an impossible debt burden for future generations. In 1991, the Federal budget deficit was $269 billion and the national debt totaled, $3.6 trillion, 60% of GDP. There followed three decades of ham-fisted attempts by Republican and Democrat budget hawks to get a handle on the debt. They failed.' Click it.

The Critical Drinker explains why Highlander is so unbelievably awesome on multiple existential plains. In the Stroock household we measure awesomeness in Highlander Units. The GOP's mayoral win in 85% Hispanic McAllen Texas scores 4.5 Highlanders out of a possible 5. Scoring 5/5 is thought by physicists* to be impossible outside the presence of Clancy Brown.

Here's the best song from Queen's 'unofficial' Highlander soundtrack:

My god that guitar solo...it's operatic. If reader(s) are wondering whether we've written armored counterattacks with that lead reverbing in our head, wonder no longer. We've loved that song and album for 30 years. There can be only one.

*Spelled it right on the first try!