Saturday Updates

Back to back days at the gym. Treadmill Thursday, machines yesterday. We conked out on the Stairmaster but slugged through the rest. We're tired. Nothing for us today. 

It's now been four days since Nightingale Russia scanned this blog. You guys get bored? Done gathering intel? Or have you realized you are intellectually outmatched? We await your next effort, brave anonymous trolls in Stockholm. Out of curiosity we did an Inforos article count, 21 bits of collusion with the Soviets so far this year. KGB pays well, comrade. 

The New York Post reports that the Taliban is back on the offensive. The experts said Kabul will fall in 30-90 days. What have these people gotten right in the last 20 years? Seven days? Or is that too optimistic? Remember, first slowly then all at once. This blog asked why we weren't bombing the fuck out of the Taliban. Turns out we are. It just isn't making a difference. 

Richard Fernandez describes Joe's 'cascade of failure'. He's absolutely right except for one thing. This isn't Joe's failure. Joe doesn't know what's going on. He's at Camp David till Tuesday. It's the Elite's failure. The Elite is incapable of self correction, so expect more failure. Where? Everywhere. 

On to the things.

A good week of editing The Great Nuclear War of 1975. We are 3/4 done. We've been going over the Falklands chapter, which looks okay. But we must needs go over it again. From there it's onto the winter chapter, which is just people suffering in the cold. This is the book's low point. After that we'll do a few scene rewrites and a few wrap ups. We think we'll be done by the time we go down the shore in two weeks. 

Boy are people ever going to nitpick '75. Why everyone knows that Joint Op Plan 8472* called for the Supreme Court to be evacuated to North Carolina. Doesn't Stroock realize that the NRO had backup sat uplinks at Super Secret Mountain in Pennsylvania? It's nice to have plans. It really is. We plan, God laughs. For as it is written: we plan, God laughs.

And speaking of things that will be done when we go down the shore in two weeks...World War 1990: The Weser is 52,000 words. The climactic battle at the end is almost complete. It needs a lot of fixing, but we'll wait till we're done with '75. If we were editing two books at once, we'd ask for a Chilean dictator to take us for a chopper tide. Nevertheless, The Weser is going well and will be completed by the end of the summer. We're calling it 8 September, which is when the Stroocklettes go back to school. 

By then '75 will be edited and we can edit The Weser while finishing The Final Storm. It's already 50,000 words. That's the next World War 1990 book. We ain't no Game of Thrones guy. You people deserve to know how this thing ends. Winter '22?

Now if you'll excuse us, we're off to the airport.

*Easter Egg for near future topic. Guess what Will's been binging.