Good morning, Stroock's Books investors. The windows are locked for your safety. When we say the market is volatile, we mean the market is volatile. It's also moody and unpredictable. Like a woman....Aw! Ouch! stop hitting me! [Knobhead-Ed].
Look at us, a rare double post day yesterday. Those old posts are just what we thought of. A bunch of other old posts came to mind afterwords. To tell you people the truth, once we switched to doing one long post about many things, it's all kind of blurry. Anywho, the world and readership reacted with a yawn, as is its wont.
Segue to other anniversaries....
Soon we'll see the ten-year anniversary of our chronic gout/plantar fasciitis. July will mark ten years since we set foot (heh) in a classroom. And on October 6th it'll be ten years since our cardiac catheterization. Wow. One could say 2015 kinda sucked. But we never thought it sucked.
DOGE report: We started a couple of scenes in World War 1990, Thatcher's War yesterday. We're getting into the feel and culture of New York City in 1990. Oh, look at that, a reference to Ed Koch. Ingham will get in a cab and here the opening bass of The Pretender's My City Was Gone. Heh. Do we dare have a Trump commercial on the radio? Topical, there should be talk of the market after the war.
We also wrote about some political machinations. We think James Baker is going to recommend Bush select Bob Dole for the Veep placeholder spot. That would make him the strongest candidate to take on Quayle in the primary. Somehow we have to work in Pat Buchanan and a certain Texas businessman. They're also talking about the 1990 Budget Control Act. It's a bit of historical political minutiae now, but IYKYK.
We made the last edits to War Night yesterday.
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