He fooled you again

If you seriously thought Donald Trump was going to commit American troops to the invasion of Greenland…you were a fucking idiot who doesn’t have a clue, even after over a decade, of how the man’s brain works.  It’s always the Art of the Deal.  Lead with the grossly unacceptable, negotiate till you get what you really want.

Do I like all the bluster?  Well…a lot of the time, no.  But certainly I like it now.

And I think the only person in Europe right now who understands Trump is the NATO Secretary General, Mark Rutte.  Most of the rest of the current Euro leaders have mush for brains.  If they want to be left behind in an Islamic caliphate, they’re certainly going the right way to do that.  And somehow, inexplicably, they still think they’re going to end up on top.  Madness.

Canada, what a bundle of sticks* they have for a Prime Minister.  And the Canadians are too nice to revolt against him and hang him from a lamppost on Parliament Hill.  But he thinks he’s going to enlist the Canadian citizenry to fight back against a notional US invasion that’s all in his mind, because he refuses to understand Trump as a businessman rather than as a politician.

Besides which, a pack of Cub Scouts led by their den mothers could conquer Canada by lunchtime.  Well, OK, the US Army could do it, pretty easily.  Canada has only one battalion of tanks and zero 5th-gen fighter jets.  Someone I was talking to yesterday who used to be involved in military planning said all the war games the Canadians have played involving a US invasion of their soil had them losing no later than lunchtime, with most of their important cities under US control by that time.  Carney is a fool…who thinks by signing an agreement with Winnie the Xi, he’s managed to black-eye the hated Americans.  Nah.  Winnie the Xi hasn’t got anything, either.  We’ll deal with him when the time comes…or he’ll fall of natural causes, when China’s economy finally implodes and the knives all come out.  (Being stabbed to death because you failed is natural, isn’t it?)

At any rate, yes, Trump is noisy, Trump is brash, Trump is still a Democrat at heart…but he’s also the most patriotic, unabashed lover of the United States and the Stars and Stripes we’ve had in the presidency in my lifetime.  So fuck you if you still don’t like him, fuck you if you voted Democrat/Communist, and fuck you if you don’t like what I’m writing here.

Bottom line, I really shouldn’t write these posts before coffee…

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* Look it up.

Sorrow

Between the senseless and barbaric murders this week of young Ukrainian refugee Iryna Zarutska in that stinking hellhole known as Charlotte, NC, and one of the few figures on the right who would talk to anyone and genuinely try to find common ground, Charlie Kirk, in Salt Lake City today, I have a lot of thoughts on my mind…primarily my own barbaric thoughts of revenge, but I don’t work that way, so I’m keeping them well tamped down.

But the first music I played tonight was this.  I didn’t choose it on purpose.  It was just there and I clicked it for something to listen to.

Yeah. “One world, one soul/Time pass, the river roll.”

Pray, if that works for you. Very little else seems to be working, now.

Dear United Healthcare,

Thank you for your recent postal communication regarding the sunsetting of your coverage of a particular medical device I have used for a number of years.

In fact, thank you for all three copies you sent separately that came in the same mail today.

And thank you for the three copies you sent my wife, ditto.

By the way, this is probably part of why your premiums are through the roof.  Thankfully my employer pays them, but still, damn, son.  What a fucking waste.  Especially since I have repeatedly ticked the check boxes on your portal that say, “send that crap to us in EMAIL.”

Sincerely,

Fuzzy

As a reminder

The US dropped the first of two atomic bombs on the city of Hiroshima, Japan, on August 6, 1945.

As the son of a man who would likely have lost his life in the invasion of the Home Islands, I greatly appreciate this.

For the rest of you, go and read Paul Fussell.

Please go take a look at this.

As a relatively new writer (well, published writer; I’ve been writing since I was in my teens, just never put anything out there for sale till the WuFlu in ’20), I have Sarah A. Hoyt to thank for plugging my books on occasion; usually on her blog (where she does a weekly promo post mostly for indies) and occasionally on Instapundit, where she handles the swing shift posts most nights when she’s not exhausted/unwell.  (She has most recently had my latest book, Footprints, in her promo, just this past Sunday.)

Now, Mrs. Hoyt has a new novel out — a novel in the true sense, that is, it’s in multiple parts because it’s too long for a single volume.  (Actually, it’s not quite out; it’s up for pre-order, but some folks, including yours truly, have been watching it grow in snippets and bursts over the last year or so, and have read the first two volumes in eARC form — the third one is supposed to be available shortly, once it gets back from the editor.)

It’s called No Man’s Land.

Go here for full details:  https://accordingtohoyt.com/2025/08/05/a-writers-bleg/

Or to go straight to the books to pre-order:

Volume 1

Volume 2

Volume 3

I assure you, this novel is the real deal.  It will be a science-fiction classic and you will be glad to have read it.  If you’ve read Mrs. Hoyt’s books before, believe me, you’ll want to buckle in tighter, because this is a master work.