Wednesday Wallow

A nice easy hour on the treadmill yesterday at 3.7 and 3.8. We just cruised. Nevertheless we awake cranky, tired and sore. A rough night overall, we don't know why. That's two in a row.  Might be Thursday Downer material. We get this way in the second half of August now. 

The Taliban is already shooting women in Kabul. Western Feminists are screaming like a pod of beached whales. For 20 years these unfuckables made common cause with Islamists in the Middle East and at home. Feminists harpies for peace took to the streets with Sharia touting Islamists to oppose victory in Iraq. The purple hairs thought the hijab was cool and empowering. They argued that the burkha could liberate women from the male gaze.  You helped make this happen, you skanks. Reap it, bitches.

Would Shapiro, Carlson and all the rest stop calling the Taliban 7th century barbarians? These guys used WhatsAp to coordinate their military campaign. They DM'd Afghan forces to talk them into surrendering. At roadblocks they search people's phones for evidence they work for the government. Their religion is from the 7th century, but they aren't. The Taliban are a lot more than goat herders. To quote one of the tankers in The Beast, 'They sure have us on the run.'

We submitted our collusion to the Ruskis late last night. It probably won't get published till afternoon our time. 

We finished our readthrough of '75 excepting the Falklands chapter. The one-off scenes are what they are. Their purpose is to show what's happening in various parts of the country and how people and authorities in these places are dealing with the aftermath of the war. To that end they work. Still, they lack a narrative thread. There's nothing to be done. This is it. This is The Great Nuclear War of 1975.