Why Don't we just see what Happens, Joe?

Mrs. Stroock is home from the hospital. Things are a bit busy here. Hence the timing of this post. 

Yesterday was the girl's last day of school. Yes, we get out much later here in the northeast. This year being what it is, our plans are really up in the air. Right now we're looking at books and a few indoor, chemistry set type activities. 

Oh look, Pershing in Command is #8 in Great War books:

Thanks, Helen's Page.

We all know Joe is a loudmouthed braggart, a tough guy poseur in aviators. Boy, Joe really took his idiotic braggadocio to the next level, didn't he? Nukes and F-15s indeed.

This wouldn't be the first blog to point out that Capitol Hill was overrun by a gaggle of QAnon rejects. Look at the Capitol cop's paralyses. You'd have that nationwide in a Civil War.

We think it's cute when the military brags it could handle a domestic insurrection. How'd all those $50 million weapons platforms work out in Afghanistan?  Colonel Schlichter, who is always right, has some thoughts. And please, we write novels extolling the virtues of and glorifying the military, so don't go there.

One's tempted to say, fuck around and find out, Joe. Ok, there's our own bit of braggadocio, right? So let's get something straight. We're not joining any resistance. We have a family to think about. Besides, what does the 2nd Continental Light Infantry want with a 47 year old gout ridden author. That being said, 'Why yes officer, I did see some Continental forces moving through the area, yes sir. Said they were headed for Princeton, yes, sir. Oh yes, that's they way they headed.'