Begun the Greenland War Has

Yesterday morning we lamented the fall of free speech in the West. Yesterday afternoon we listened to the great Stephen L. Miller explain how Mark Zuckerberg was firing the Facebook fact checkers and changing moderation rules. Miller pointed out that sometimes you have to stop shouting and realize that you've won. Or to quote Harvey Keitel in From Dusk Till Dawn, 'Are you such a loser that you don't know you won?' Or as Hot Air says, take the win.

Maybe. 

Okay, what do we got today...? 

An Israeli hostage deal with Hamas is close they say. They've been saying that for a while. Trump promising 'all hell will break lose' if there's no deal is certainly helping things along. See the difference, Joe and assorted Jimmy Carter fans? Meanwhile the Israeli government has just inked a $300 million deal to produce munitions at home. Update, looks like the IDF recovered an Israeli body and confirmed the murder of another hostage in Rafah. 98 hostages remain. Bomb Gaza. 

As we write this a European friend is hectoring us about American healthcare. It's remarkable the things they believe.  'Sorry, that's not how it works, REDACTED,' we wrote. For any Euros wondering. No, people don't bleed to death waiting on the floor of American emergency rooms. And if you tell the nice lady at the desk you're having chest pains, they send you right back.  

Speaking of European friends, a friend from a European country that has an NFL team named after its ancestors asked, 'Why is Trump doing this?' Mr. Trump likes to ramble and is clearly enjoying trolling Canada and Greenland. Some subscribe to the shiny object/look squirrel strategy theory. Stroock's Books believes Trump likes to think out loud and can't keep his goddamn mouth shut. Anyway, we replied, 'We're coming for Svalbard next.'

Facebook tells us that ten years ago we posted this: 'Just went nuclear. A magazine is refusing to pay me my money.' That was Strategy & Tactics Magazine. Haven't submitted anything to those cheap SOBs since, though occasionally a piece of ours they've been sitting on for, in some cases, a decade, gets printed. As we said to the editors at the time they stiffed us, 'I hope you're happy with this outcome, because I'm not.'

Hah, 2015 was kind of a big year. We severed our relationship with the first people who published us. A few months after that we nuked the humanities department at Raritan Valley Community College. In April we were diagnosed with gout, and then we had a 'cardiac incident' in October. So it began. Ah, an interesting year. 10 years on we're much better for it. 

We read over the Haig in the Bunker story. Maybe we'll call it, I'm in charge. IYKYK. We'd have to explain the 'I'm in charge' thing to younger readers, but we assure them, it was such a big deal in 1981 that 7-year-old us heard about it. The St. Louis newsroom story is next. Maybe we'll call it WXRZ in St. Louis, another story title that younger readers won't get.* Exit question: was Haig in charge? Anyway, we're back at the Haig story this morning....okay read through it again, getting there. 

*Man, we're getting old.