AC Wars Episode IX: The Rise of....

...Fuck all if we know what to call this anymore.

Between 2 and 6 PM, they said after trying to cancel the appointment the previous day. At 4 PM we called them. Reader(s) will know what happened next. This time the excuse was the parts warehouse was closed by the time the technician got there. There followed the now standard angry conversation with dispatch, who insisted that management would call us back. Management has not called us back.

These calls are a daily occurrence now. Whenever we get on the horn with these people the kids come downstairs to watch the fireworks. Are they not entertained? 

Mrs. Stroock and we have a disagreement. She believes the company is badly run and incompetent. We don't think any organization can be this incompetent. Rather, they're mad that we chewed out a manager, last Friday mind you, and have been fucking with us ever since. 

The technician is supposed to be here between 8:30 and 9 AM this morning. Dispatch (those motherfuckers) called at 7:30 and said the technician has the part and is on the way. We call at 9:01.

Trump's working on a Big Beautiful Peace Plan, they say. Read Hot Air for the details. First slowly then all at once, we guess. We've lived through many peace plans and processes. This blog remains skeptical. We will admit that with Iran defanged, a deal is more likely. According to Hot Air this plan includes Israeli recognition of a 'Palestinian' state. We can live with that [What?!-Ed]. The facts on the ground have changed. 

But first Hamas. Fifty hostages, about 20 living, remain. So does some Hamas organization. And the IDF is still blowing up tunnels. But to be honest, we're almost bored with the conflict. Seriously. We may finally be able to get rid of our Twitter account. 

FB tells us we posted this ten years ago: 'Final grades in, I suspect for the last time.' So it was spoken and so it was. Ah, we've wondered about the timeline of events of the RVCC implosion. That would mean our last class was in the first summer session. It was for the best. That October we would have our little heart thingy. We said we would write more, and so we have. A lot more. And we've exercised literary revenge with great power and ferocity. The bitch has a hyphenated name to boot! Double the name, double the literary revenge. And our books are so much more successful than hers. But we miss the classroom. By god, we do miss it so. 

DOGE report: we edited a couple of scenes and got to work on the Mexican Marines occupying Guanajay Ridge. We have a very good sense for what the Cuerpo de Infantería de Marina does today. It's an anti terrorist anti narco and presidential protection force. The Mexican Marines look pretty bad ass. But we don't have a good sense for what they were doing in 1990. This may be one of those make it up situations.