The Giants and Jets Suck, Observations on January 6th's Mostly Peaceful Protest

Snow Day! When the snow started just before midnight, we knew school would be cancelled. The accumulation is not great enough for the snow blower, but more than adequate for sledding. By the way, hats off to the Bridgewater/Raritan School Board for going full day in-person next week. That decision took some guts. Bravo. 

How about Lin Manuel Miranda's musical number during the 1/6 ceremonies yesterday, huh?  Remarkable and completely appropriate and not without precedent. No one who watched the gloomy, rainy day 9/11/02 commemoration ceremonies will ever forget the cast of Cats bringing down the house. And George M Cohan's send off at Pearl Harbor on 12/7/42 is a classic. 

Liz and Dick Cheney....OMG. The Dems scrambling to get a selfie with the former Veep was...unimaginable even five years ago. Younger reader(s), the left used to think Cheney was Darth Vader and the Emperor all rolled into one. The war-profiteer's daughter is a back-stabbing mean-girl. Skank. What a pair. These two should take a daddy/daughter hunting trip.

The Dems and the media just couldn't help but overdo it. The great Stephen L. Miller compared the spectacle to the Dems turning Senator Paul Wellstone's funeral into a pep rally. And Miller rightly pointed out that a sick person scrambling to find a covid test appointment, or an employer trying to get his business staffed doesn't give a good goddamn about the 1/6 commemoration. And no one other than the Dems and the media will this November, either. By the way, Miller's podcast is totally worth the 3 quid he charges.

We weren't going to say anything about yesterday, we really weren't. But, this blog admits to being impressed by the Dem's ability to really over-do it. 

Oh, and Trump won.

On a lighter note (or even lighter note, we should say), The Daily News tells us that a disgruntled fan is suing the New York Jets and New York Giants: 'A $6 billion Manhattan Federal Court lawsuit filed this week demanded the two teams, with a combined record of 8-24 and one week left in yet another lost season, abandon their shared Meadowlands home of MetLife Stadium and return to the Big Apple.' 

For people west of the Hudson, and foreigners in general, the Meadowlands is right across the river from Manhattan. It's been a while since the issue popped up, but at one point the Giants playing in New Jersey but being called the New York Giants was a sore spot for New Jerseyans*.  As a kid driving to Giants Stadium from New York, we would see New Jersey Giants bumper stickers. After the Giants won Super Bowl XXI, New York City Mayor Ed Koch** refused to throw them a victory parade, saying they were New Jersey's team. Prick. The Giants and Jets are a combined 8-24 this year and both have sucked balls for a decade. Stroock's Books calls on Governor Murphy to send them to New York and blow up the Hudson River crossings so they can't come back. 

What Will's Watching, Joe Millionaire: A dozen needy, dramatic, hot-to-trot sociopaths competing for the attentions of two rich men. That's caged heat, man. This is so awesome. [Really?-Ed] 4/4

*Noone gave a crap where the Jets played. And rightfully so

**Ah....Hizzoner. Mr. We could use a man like Ed Koch again. 

Breaking!

*Must Credit William Stroock*

Begin: After consultation with contacts deep within the QAnon commune, Stroock's Books can confirm that QAnon plans 'action' tomorrow January 6th...

When asked what action entails source known only as Qbi Won replied, 'All will be revealed'...

Developing...

For immediate release: William Stroock, founder and proprietor of Stroock's Books refuses to condemn post election remarks made to Epoch Times. Video follows - 

Stroock: 'Trump won. Why would I condemn or otherwise disavow my remarks. Not one assertation has been disproven. I stand by every word. Besides, I look great.'

Weary Wednesday With Will

Aw dang it. We wrote an opening paragraph for this space but thought about it and decided...na. Not in this day and age when anodyne and harmless statements can call down the thunder. It just ain't worth it for a blog post that maybe a hundred people will read. It was good stuff too. Oh well.

A leopard cannot change its stripes and we can't stop paying attention to elections. We spent the 10 o'clock hour composing everything in this post except this paragraph and went to bed with about 85% of the GA runoff vote reported and the GOPs in the lead. We wake up and see....Of course. Really, was there any stopping the Dem's Will to Power? To foretell of doom or urge heads to cool. Which is the cliché? 

Honestly we're far more interested in the Trump protests today and expect/hope to see more on Inauguration Day.  Looks like things are off to a good start. As Kate McMillian at Small Dead Animals says, 'Not rioting is a failed conservative policy'. Easy for us to say, we know. We're not sure if we'll be able to fly a Back the Blue flag any longer. We'll have to think about it.

The author must be as disciplined as a kabuki. But the author must sometimes follow the buzz, the ju-ju. So we intended to do a ton of work on The Great Nuclear War of 1975 and write a scene a day of World War 1990: The Final Storm. Instead we're doing the opposite. Our Japanese scene allows us to talk about Vladivostok. We can fortify our Soviet rebellion theme there. Flying the Aussie F-111's into Sakhalin gives us an opening to show things down in Canberra and even Nixon moderating talks between the ANZACs and the Vietnamese in Honk Kong.  So you know, either way.

National Review's Kevin Williamson has an interesting article about the Hillary Baldwin 'scandal' and the urge, desire, quest to be someone else. Hey, we're a 47 year old man with chronic foot issues, so we get it. Who or what would we be at this stage? As a teenager we dreamed of being a fireball throwing right handed closer with a nickname like 'Iceman' or 'The Terminator'.  Also, secret agent/pornstar. In our 20s we wanted to be a Washington staffer, either on The Hill or in the Federal government. Honestly we're glad it never panned out. Today? Who the hell knows? We look decent (fuck that we draw mom-gaze at the pool), we have most of our hair, we got a fulfilling job we like that's going great. The family is healthy and happy. Why mess with a good thing? Yeah we have that other thing. So what? We're doing what we can. We are doing what a man must do. It could, and has, been a hell of a lot worse.

Sure we have a schtick here at William Stroock dot BlogSpot dot com. We're a middle aged loser whoe spends the afternoon ferrying his daughters (who don't listen to a goddamn thing he says) from one dance class to another. But that's kinda who we are. We ain't puttin' on airs here or nuthin'. You're reading middle aged Wesley-Will whose kicked back, had a few drinks and is saying what is on his mind, but carefully because he's within earshot of Mrs. Stroock. Middle aged Wesley Will doesn't want to get in trouble.