Wartime requires fitness. Can Victoria blush? Cravings.
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Some of you on this distribution remember me as a fat kid. I got serious about exercise after reading Dr. Kenneth Cooper's book Aerobics when it came out as I was on my way to Vietnam. I gave this speech about my lifetime of exercise last year at Toastmasters.
That discipline kept me in shape to prepare for this war. The biggest job was hauling sandbags; second-biggest was carrying heavy loads of groceries so we would be well stocked. When I didn't bring Eddie with me, I went by bike. I had done an earlier speech about my lifetime of cycling. Actually, Eddie had wanted to cycle with me but he is just a smidge too small for the wonderful machine that subscriber Charlie Spell left for him. Charlie – the bike is in good shape, and I expect Eddie will be on it this summer.
I took the day off yesterday, but today got back on the exercycle pictured briefly in the video above. My objective has been to remain physically fit into old age. By the categorization below I'm already there. I might allow myself to slack off a bit. However, as Oksana keeps reminding me, I need to be ready to dance at my daughters' weddings.
Childhood 0-17
Young adult 18-35
Middle age 36-55
Older adult 56-65
Young old age 65-74
Old age 75-84
Old- old 85-94
Oldest-old 95+
Mark Twain wrote that "Man is the only animal that blushes. Or needs to.". But Victoria Nuland is not a man, and obviously knows neither when nor how to blush. However, when a situation such as biolabs requires, she definitely knows how to lie. In the past Anthony Fauci has not delegated tasks that require this special expertise of his to others, but he seems to have been under a rock or in a cave the last couple of months. Of course the Russians lie as well. I suspect that there is enough prevarication to justify scarlet faces all around. Not that we will ever see them. See Twain's quotes about politicians.
I just heard two sorties of fighters whoosh overhead toward the northeast. Presumably looking for Russian armor columns to attack. Happy hunting! I should add that today is just as still as yesterday. I have not heard any bombing or missiles. Eddie, who is the one to tell his partially deaf father when his phone is ringing upstairs, assures me that neither has he.
Poster Streamfortyseven and I have become pen pals. His Substack has some probing analyses of the psychology and philosophy of the people behind this war. Also some humor. He chased down Bob Homans' story about the lady on an apartment balcony who took out a Russian drone with a jar of pickled tomatoes.
That's the 2:00 p.m. news from Lake WeBeGone, where the strong man is going out for a walk in places that might have something sweet for sale, the good-looking women are sleeping, and the children ought to be whether or not they actually are.
Please stay safe!