Remediate This

Taylor Lorenz is narcissistic, sociopathic, cunt.  

So you think you'd rather have Trump? In the aftermath of Disney's self-immolation, 'Now Florida lawmakers see an opportunity to strip Disney of a massive concession that allows them to police their own facilities in their Orlando DisneyWorld.' Governor DeSantis is sitting on a throne made of mouse ears. 

In conversation with an English author, we noted that the WWII Eastern Front isn't our specialty. We're still, rather slowly, working on a book about the fall of the Soviet Union. Perhaps a summer reading project on the Ost Front? Hmmm....

Speaking of summer...May approaches, as is its wont. Not that you can tell from our 40-50 degree weather (that's F not C, Euros). Spring in the Northeast is just lovely, isn't it? Anyway, after May comes June, and that puts us in the summertime and that means the Summer Sneak In. Or does it?

Man, we keep thinking of crap we should have done to or added to The Weser. Not that it's too late, but still. This is why we have long pauses in the writing process.

Moving on to France...as expected Le Pen is polling much better against Macron than last time...but Macron is still ahead. They'll debate on Sunday. Maybe Le Pen can get in some hits. We'll see. Even so, we think Macron wins.

Yesterday we had a contractor over to talk about mold remediation. He wanted $149 just to give us an estimate. We sent him away, sent him away with extreme prejudice. A few minutes later the supervisor called and wanted to know what the problem was. We gave the sup a piece of our mind, 'Unfortunately for you we were flooded during Ida last year and know damn well that no one wants $149 up front for a mold remediation estimate.' 

Then we heard rumblings from Mrs. Stroock's office upstairs. Her desk chair squealed, she arose, and came slowly, deliberately down the stairs like a woman who knows she is not one with which to be messed.  'Give me the phone...'  Decorum prevents us from describing what happened next. Let's just say that Colonel William Kilgore is the Mrs. Stroock of the air cavalry world.

Your Kid's Teacher wants to talk about his Pee-Pee

Via a series of local counterattacks, the Ukrainians are retaking territory lost to the Ruskis. Road to victory or the path to a stronger negotiating posture? What will the Ruskis be able to do once these offensives have run their course? Ben Shapiro on his show has been warning that Putin is going to come out of this thing with much of what he wants. We agree. Putin is losing every battle but winning the war. Russians don't think about casualties the same way we do.

Will takes the Black Pill: The right is congratulating itself over Desantis' anti-grooming bill, the rash of angry parents at school boards, and men in women's sports legislation, etc. Okay good. But 20 years ago, 30 states had laws and referendums against gay marriage and now here we are trying to keep boy touchers away from kids in schools. 

There's an MSNBC video going around of a young and gay Florida teacher complaining that he's afraid to talk about his partner in class. The anti-grooming bill doesn't forbid him from talking about his partner in class, it just forbids him from talking about his partner's pee-pee. 

You know, we were thinking back to our days at Furnace Woods Elementary School. We can't recall anything about Mrs. Walsh, Mrs. Globerman, Mrs. Bailingson, Mrs. Anderson and Mr. Brett. We couldn't tell you where they were from or even if they were married. Then we thought about our middle and high school teachers, and don't remember anything about them either. 

We've been a summer camp councilor, a full time teacher, a sub and a college prof. Over the course of a semester, the kids are going to pick up things about their teachers. We we're no different. If you were a student in one of Professor Stroock's classes you learned he liked the Giants and had three girls and loved heavy metal (the Iron Maiden tie gave it away). If you were politically inclined you figured out at some point that he was conservative.

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