If it's Monday, Its Metal et al

Lots of posts yesterday. It happens.

The Olympics are over, thank God. What a travesty. Stupid masks, power plant cooling tower backgrounds, an unprecedented figure skating catastrophe, some genocide.

The Queen has Covid, but only 'mild' symptoms so far. Thoughts and prayers. This blog wants to avoid a King Charles rein at all costs. 

Our latest bit of collusion is up this morning: 'Just a few weeks ago, this observer predicted the Kansas City Chiefs would defeat the Dallas Cowboys in Super Bowl LVI. Instead, Tens of thousands of Los Angelenos watched their hometown Rams defeat the Cincinnati Bengals 23-20. Almost everyone in Los Angeles’ SoFi Stadium was maskless, including Mayor Eric Garcetti and California Governor Gavin Newsom, both of whom have maintained some of the strictest lockdown rules in the nation. Last summer Newsom was caught dining sans mask at the swanky French Laundry restaurant in California’s wine country...' You know the drill.

This week we'll be reading a printout of The Great Salvation of 1976. This process will be slow as we're line and content editing. That is, we're looking for places to make the story better. We already found one with a Tennessee/Chattanooga chapter. This is the largest surviving city east of the Mississippi and the Rockefeller Administration is establishing the Federal Reserve there. This gives us a chance to describe the overall situation in that region. 

We feel the ju-ju for getting back to and finishing up World War 1990: The Weser. 

Putin Watch: Someone found a video of Putin walking through the Kremlin (which we're finding extremally useful, btw) and overdubbed Staying Alive. Click on through. [You're man-crushing -Ed] He's an interesting guy. Reminder, when Soviet Russian tanks cross the border, we stop writing for Russia.

Reading Russia Today, Sputnik, Elint News, invasion looks imminent. 

For Monday Metal, we continue our 30-year nostalgia trip with Queen's Headlong. We still love this song (it's great treadmill fodder) and when we hear it, for just a second, we're back in our '86 Toyota Celica. At 3:10-3:20 we'd floor the accelerator. That car had a lot of kick.