It's times like these I just wish I could get my hands on some stout young men.*
Yesterday we hauled up 30 + garbage bags of washed out crap, a waterlogged mattress, and about half the basement carpet.
After that we took the Stroocklettes to the pool for the last time. Man, Middlesex just got walloped. Waterlogged junk was piled outside of just about every house we saw. large swaths of the town are still without power.
Coming out of the synagogue last night Oldest Daughter noticed a cop car parked out front. This is normal these days. Synagogues have security systems and often armed guards.
We said, 'There are at least four Israeli commandoes out front right now.'
'But I can't see them.'
'That's right.'
We still managed to get in about 500 words. That's how you get this job, people. We are among there best there is at what we do.
Joe will be right down the road today in Manville today. We're a little busy, but Somerset County for Trump will be turning out. Good.
Hot Air reports that Gavin Newsome's poll numbers improve. That's okay, we never thought he'd get recalled. Will Justin survive up in Canada? Conservative leader Erin O'Toole is an even more feminine version of Jeb Bush**, so in the long run his winning won't matter. But it'd be worth it to take out that man child.
The Long War Journal tells us that the Taliban has taken the Panjshir Valley. Ahmed Mashoud says he will carry on the struggle. Who knows? This blog admits it has no stomach for Charlie Wilson Two, Electric Boogaloo.
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**You just know O'Toole likes a couple of ice cubes in his chardonnay. This blog estimates O'Toole's T-levels are at 23% of the average North American man. James Doohan, who lost three fingers on Juno Beach, he is not.
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