Fook it on a Friday

Good Friday and good Shabbos, Stroock's Books kibbutzim. 

Three days in a row at the gym. We feel taught. We feel good. Related, Carl Benjamin is right. Madam, we don't need to wear Lycra tights and a sports bra to the gym and neither do you. Madam, you know what you're doing. 

Our own thoughts on Minnesota (or Ft. Sumter if one prefers), are that Trump should be patient. Finish this round of arrests, pull out, and let the Dems do something stupid. Refocus on the Somali payola scandal. Bring down governor jazz hands and Somalia's finest.

Hmmm...going back to the summer of Floyd, this blog counselled patience and extolled the virtues of doing nothing. Were we right? 

As for Iran, we've no idea. We see a lot of enthusiasm for strikes. Bomb Iran....Democracy! We shrug. We know nothing. 

DOGE Report: One last chapter to do in World War 1990....how about World War 1990: Aftermath? Na....Fear is setting in now [And trepidation?-Ed]. Aye, and trepidation. Everyone with one of those stupid accents is going to hate this book. What have we gotten ourselves into [Hey, how about you remember that you are in the top 20, top 15 percent of authors in the English speaking world, and you are among the best there is at what you do-Edd]? Yes, mummy. 

We're tired of this book. We're tired of thinking about Ireland, the Irish, and their Troubles. They do love their Troubles so. Maybe we'll do something different next week. We'll see.