August, but no Guns (So Far)

This year's KU reads data through July:

Red is The New American Order, Yellow is The Great Nuclear War of 1975, Blue is The Aftermath of 1976. Man, there is just no breaking the rules of sales. That pattern is set, year in, year out. Sales peak after about six weeks and then drop off 20 percent per month. 

It has been brought to Stroock's Books attention that there's a coup in Niger and there might be a foreign intervention and war. We don't care. 

The Jerusalem Post reports: 'Social media influencer Hannah Pearl Davis released a song entitled “Why can’t we talk about the Jews?” in dedication to white supremacist Nick Fuentes.' Who is she? Dedicated to Nick Fuentes, eh? Okay we listened to the song.  We're not going to light ourselves on fire over this. We're also not going to say, 'It's cool, yo.' We'll point out that Hannah Pearl Davis just pulled off a troll job, ya'll know that, right? We had no idea who she was. And now we know who she is. Well done, little missy. And by the way, why can't you talk about us Jews? 

Stunts like Hannah Pearl Davis's and Jewish stereotypes have never bothered us. Maybe because we don't have a whole lot of Jewish traits. We do have a Mediterranean complexion. Seriously we're a lot darker than we look at first glance. But otherwise we're blond-haired (what's left of it), blue-eyed, and generally Nordic/Aryan looking. Also, we're not smart. Our combined SATs were 850 and we graduated 106/134. We're not a lawyer, finance guy,  Hollywood producer or otherwise in the entertainment industry. [Your sister is, though-Ed]. What we mean to say is nobody is going to point to us and say, 'Look, there's one.'*

2003 and Me. It's August, we're in the second month of a fine summer spent in a rustic farmhouse shaded by two-hundred-year-old trees. We must needs only turn on the AC at night. We hit our coffee shop in the morning and do grad school work. We write A Line Through the Desert between 3 and 5. We have no idea what we're doing yet. We listen to music, tons of Led Zeppelin, including Prescence. For non-Zeppelin fans this is their worst album, Jimmy Page's heroin infused Jazz/rock fusion effort. We listened to Prescence again yesterday at the gym. Twenty years later, it's still terrible. In 2003 we also listen to the Page/Plant, Going to Clarksdale album, which is very nice. Anyway, at 5 PM we go for a two-mile jog through bucolic Peapack, New Jersey. 

*[It's almost as if you're trying to get this post banned-Ed]