If, after what happened in Washington yesterday, you still support Donald Trump, you should be ashamed of yourselves.
I, along with many other Americans who oppose Trump, including respectable conservatives like George F. Will and Jennifer Rubin, tried telling you that there were better, smarter Republicans than Donald Trump out there. You ignored us. You called us “libtards,” “Communists,” “Demonrats,” and other ridiculous, insulting names.
For me, a guy who started voting in 1984 as a young and naive pro-Reagan independent, it was never a matter of Republican vs. Democrat when it came to Donald J. Trump and his ability to be President. It was a matter of moral character, intelligence, and leadership skills. And Trump failed in all of these areas.
Never in the history of the United States has a President successfully created what amounts to be a cult of personality….until Trump was elected. And never before had a sitting President sowed seeds of distrust in our political system by claiming – even before an election – that there would be massive voter fraud and insisting that voters go to the polls in person during a global pandemic. That is, until Trump came along.
And never before has one Presidential transition process been disrupted by violence in our nation’s Capitol, until Trump supporters breached the “People’s House” to interrupt a joint session of Congress and stop the certification of the election results.
As a result of this assault, four American citizens are now dead, and the world is goggle-eyed in shock (and in some places, like Moscow, delight) at our present state of Trump-inspired divisiveness and distrust.
This was not a case of “false actors” impersonating Trump supporters. Antifa was not behind this. BLM was not behind this. It was Trump supporters, egged on by Trump, his sons, and Rudy Guilliani, who acted violently yesterday. Not the “violent left,” like many of you love to post on your timelines, but the violent right.
This was not a peaceful protest gone wrong. It was armed insurrection. It was a riot.
Even worse, this was an attempt to reverse a presidential election.
And the consequences have already started to manifest themselves.
Already, Lindsey Graham broke ranks with your President.
Vice President Mike Pence refused to overturn the election, per Trump’s request. (He has no Constitutional authority to do so anyway.)
Already, senior White House staffers, including the First Lady’s chief of staff, the deputy National Security Adviser, and the deputy White House press secretary, have resigned. Transportation Secretary Elaine Chao is reportedly going to resign, as well.
I have always found it sad that some of my Cuban-American friends are champions of liberty and freedom when it comes to what President Kennedy once called “that imprisoned island.” They hate dictatorships of the far left, and rightly so. But they are fine with right-wing authoritarianism, which is what Trumpism is really all about.
So if after yesterday’s attempt to reverse a free and certified election you STILL say “Trump 2020” and think he was a great President, you should be ashamed of yourselves
Hi, there, Dear Reader. It’s early afternoon here in New Hometown, Florida on Wednesday, January 6, 2021. Currently, the temperature is 68˚F (20˚C) under sunny skies. With humidity at 30% and the wind blowing from the south-southeast at 5 MPH (8 KM/H). the feels-like factor is 68˚F (20˚C). The forecast for the rest of the afternoon calls for partly sunny skies and a high of 70˚F (21˚C). Tonight, we can expect partly cloudy skies and a low of 49˚F (9˚C).
Well, it looks like Democratic voters in Georgia managed to elect at least one of the two Democratic challengers of Republican incumbent Senators Kelly Loeffler and David Perdue. As I write this, it is clear that Loeffler – a political appointee chosen in January 2020 by Georgia’s Republican governor Brian Kemp to replace Republican senator Johnny Isakson, who resigned on December 31, 2019 – lost a special runoff election to Democratic candidate Ralph Warnock. (The other Senatorial race, between Republican incumbent David Perdue and Democratic challenger Jon Osoff, is still too close to call at press time.)
Both of the incumbents in Georgia are wealthy entrepreneurs and Trump loyalists. Perdue has worked as a management consultant and a high ranking executive at Reebok and PillowTex. Before running for the U.S. Senate in 2014, Perdue was chief executive officer of Dollar General. His net worth is $15.8 million (as of 2018).
Loeffler is perhaps the better-known Republican candidate, not just because of the headlines she made last spring after she and her uber-wealthy husband, Jeffrey Sprecher, sold off stock in companies that would be adversely affected by the COVID-19 pandemic and bought stock in others that would increase in value because of the lockdown and the need for people to work remotely from home.
Appointed Republican Sen. Kelly Loeffler’s loss at the hands of Rev. Raphael Warnock (D) on Tuesday brings to an end one of the most ignominious Senate terms in modern memory.
Yes, there have been shorter tenures. (Georgia Democratic Sen. Rebecca Latimer Felton served for only a single day!) And, yes, plenty of other appointed senators have lost when they ran for election in their own right. (Like Arizona’s Martha McSally, who lost in November.) But few — if any — appointed senators have so tarnished their personal reputation as Loeffler did in the year she spent in the world’s greatest deliberative body.
After pointing out that Governor Kemp chose Loeffler as a moderate Republican voice with a reputation for running a business and as part of the Atlanta community (she’s one of the owners of the WNBA’s Atlanta Dream), Cillizza writes:
In her earliest days in the Senate, Loeffler tried to position herself as just that: A successful businesswoman bringing some much-needed outsider perspective to Washington. In an ad she ran soon after being appointed, Loeffler touted her mantra “hard work and results really matter.”
That plan appeared to go out the window in the spring of 2020, when Loeffler (and her husband) found themselves in the middle of a massive controversy regarding a series of stock sales just before the coronavirus pandemic shut down the American economy.
As CNN wrote at the time:
“Loeffler and her husband sold 27 stocks between January 24 and February 14 at a value of $1.28 million and $3.1 million, according to Senate financial disclosure records. They also purchased three stocks for between $450,000 to $1 million, including shares in Citrix, a software company used for teleconferencing that’s one of the few that’s gained value amid the coronavirus outbreak. Citrix’s stock was $122.03 on February 14, the day it was purchased, and closed at $125.31 on Thursday.”
Amid questions of whether her position in the Senate gave her advance notice of the coming catastrophe, Loeffler told Fox News at the time that she was “not involved in the decisions around buying and selling” of her stocks. While she continued to insist that she had done nothing wrong, Loeffler announced in April that she and her husband were selling off all of their individual stocks.
Perhaps believing that Donald J. Trump truly represents the future of the Republican Party, Loeffler has since veered from the moderate center of the GOP to its far right wing. Angered by the criticism aimed at both her husband and her, Loeffler lashed out against the “liberals” and the media, tossing out her favorite epithet, “socialist,” for good measure.
That episode seemed to mark a clear turning point in how Loeffler positioned herself politically. As questions were raised about the stock trades, Loeffler turned to accusations of socialism, of all things, to defend herself. This comes from a Fox News interview in mid-April:
“This was a political attack designed to take away from the issue at hand. And to use this outbreak to play politics. We have addressed this and taken extraordinary measures to make sure that we can’t be attacked for our success. This gets at the very heart of why I came to Washington, to defend free enterprise, to defend capitalism. This is a socialist attack.”
So this near-billionaire whose net worth is $800 million not only likes to play the “socialist” card, but she is now one of Trump’s staunchest supporters. Since the November election, Loeffler has jumped on the lame duck President’s “stolen election conspiracy” bandwagon and milked it for all it’s worth.
Loeffler clearly deserved to lose this runoff. Not only did she become a Trump sycophant, but some of her early pre-runoff rallies were veritable COVID-19 super spreader events in which she rarely wore a mask, and most of her supporters never did.
On November 20, 2020, Loeffler spoke without a mask at a rally in Canton, Georgia, 46 days before the runoff. Later that day, she tested positive for COVID-19; the result of a test she took the next day was inconclusive. She had intermittently worn a mask while campaigning. Attendees at her rallies tended to go mostly maskless.
As Ice Cube says in Friday (and many people use as a meme on the Internet), “Bye, Felicia!”
Updated to Add: And it’s official – the race between David Perdue and Jon Ossoff has been called. Ossoff wins, and Georgia’s two Senators are Democrats.
Hi there, Dear Reader. It’s just past noon here in New Hometown, Florida, and by the standards of the Sunshine State, it’s a wee bit nippy. Right now the temperature is 66˚F (19˚C) under sunny skies. With the wind blowing from the north-northwest at 4 MPH (7 KM/H) and humidity at 49%, the feels-like temperature is 66˚F (19˚C). It’s going to warm up a bit by late afternoon, but not by a lot; the high today is expected to reach 69˚F (21˚C) under partly sunny skies. Tonight, the forecast calls for mostly clear skies and a low of 42˚F (6˚C).
I have, of course, lived in or visited places where the climate is not in the subtropical category. From 1966 to 1972, my mom and I – and after the spring of 1969, my older half-sister – lived in Bogota, Colombia, which is that South American nation’s capital as well as its largest city. Because it is located on a plateau in the Andes Mountains at an average of 2,640 metres (8,660 ft) above sea level (thus making it the third highest capital city in the world, after La Paz and Quito), Bogota has a cool, often chilly climate year-round. When I lived there, I was used to the cold temperature – we rented homes or apartments with fireplaces, plus we ate an average of five meals a day and dressed in layers.
And, of course, even though the south of Spain has Mediterranean climate and isn’t as cold as Bogota year-round, I happened to participate in the College Consortium for International Studies’ Semester in Spain program in Seville during the fall semester of the 1988-1989 academic year. When I got there on September 21, 1988, it coincided with the first day of autumn. The days were nice and warm, but the evenings were, as they say, crisp and cool. And as we got closer and closer to winter, the skies were often cloudy, and I got caught in several torrential downpours on my way home from class in October. By late November, Seville had days when the temperature was like today’s here in my corner of Florida; 66˚F (19˚C) was often as high as the mercury rose then, and because the apartment I shared with two Spanish guys had no central heating, it was like living inside a refrigerator.
If I had managed to keep my townhouse and not moved here, I would probably turn on the heating at night to ease the chill a bit. I hated the “smells like something’s burning” scent that permeated the two-story house where I lived from February 1978 to April of 2016, as well as the higher-than-usual electric bill that comes with using central heating, so – taking a page from my mother’s playbook – I only turned it on a few times during my last winter in Miami. Mainly at night so I could sleep better and not have to get undressed to take a shower in a cold house!
Here, the Caregiver does not use the central heating, not even when the mercury drops to the near-freezing point. She, too, hates the smell given off by what I assume is the hot insulation material, as well as that weird dry-air feel. And since I have been demoted from being The Boyfriend to The Guy in the Smallest Room in the House, I have no say in the matter even though I am the only other adult living here who contributes to the house finances. If I did have a say, I’d suggest that we turn on the heater during the night so it wouldn’t be freezing in the morning. I don’t….so I think that I will probably end up buying a smallish space heater for my room.
Today I’ll be getting the Blu-ray of Judd Apatow’s The 40-Year-Old Virgin from Amazon. I bought it for slightly less than $11 to add a comedy to my Blu-ray collection, which – when it arrives – will consist of 363 high-definition (HD) Blu-ray titles (313 feature films and 50 TV seasons) and 23 4K ultra-high definition (UHD) 4K Blu-ray discs. All of the UHD titles sets are upgrades to HD titles I own, but pretty soon I’ll do what I did when HD Blu-rays were the new format in town and DVDs were the old format: I’ll stop ordering new releases in HD-only packages – unless I have no choice – and just order 4K sets that include HD Blu-rays as a bonus.
I bought The 40-Year-Old Virgin on DVD in 2006 – according to my Amazon order history – when my half-sister Vicky (who hates computers, does not have an Internet account, and distrusts online shopping) asked me to order it for her. Apparently, one of her co-workers or friends told her the movie was funny and that she should get it. She could have just driven to FYE at the Dolphin Mall and bought it herself – why she had me order it I have no idea. (Judging from the January 30, 2006 order date, it wasn’t a birthday present request, as her birthday is March 10.)
At the time, Vicky and I were still on civil terms, so I bought it for her. For some mondo bizarro reason, she wanted it to be delivered to Mom’s house (it wasn’t legally mine then) rather than to her address, and since she didn’t visit us every day – she was working at the now-closed and unlamented Metropolitan Hospital in Miami – the DVD would be in the house till she went to pick it up. Mom asked her if we could watch it before Vicky took it home, and my half-sister agreed to let us watch it first.
Now, I had mixed feelings about watching The 40-Year-Old Virgin with my mom; I knew it would not have any explicit sex scenes, but it does have lots of raunchy Judd Apatow-style humor, much of it centered on sex and sex acts. I had no idea how Mom, who was then 77 years old, would react. She wasn’t a prude like my grandmother – her mom – and she tolerated my collection of Playboy magazines without complaint, but…yeah…I was skittish about watching the movie with my mother.
As it turns out, my mom laughed just as much as I did to such bits as:
Cal: You’re gay now?
David: No, I’m not gay. I’m just celibate.
Cal: I think… I mean, that sounds gay. I just want you to know this is, like, the first conversation of, like, three conversations that leads to you being gay. Like, there’s this, and then in a year it’s like, “Oh, you know, I’m kinda gonna want to get back out there, but I think I like guys,” and then there’s the big, “Oh, I’m… I’m… I’m a gay guy now.”
David: [smirks] You’re gay for saying that.
Cal: I’m gay for saying that?
David: You know how I know you’re gay?
Cal: How? How do you know I’m gay?
David: Because you macramed yourself a pair of jean shorts.
Cal: You know how I know *you’re* gay? You just told me you’re not sleeping with women anymore.
David: You know how I know you’re gay?
Cal: How? ‘Cause you’re gay? And you can tell who other gay people are?
David: You know how I know you’re gay?
David: You like Coldplay.
Oddly enough, as much as I enjoyed The 40-Year-Old Virgin, I never got around to getting my own copy on DVD or Blu-ray…until now.
At last report, my copy is listed as Out for Delivery, so I should be able to watch it tonight.
Well, I don’t have much else to report about today, except to say that the government deposited my $600 stimulus payment into my bank account over the weekend. Some of it already went out to pay bills, especially the credit card payments for my new UHD 4K TV and the few Christmas presents I bought last month. Other than that…no hay novedad, folks. At least not in my personal life.
This is as good a place as any to close this post from lovely New Hometown, Florida, so stay safe, stay healthy, and I’ll catch you on the sunny side of things!
Hey there, Dear Reader. It’s Monday, January 4, 2021, and it is almost noon here in New Hometown, Florida. A cold front must have passed through the area last night; the current temperature is 57˚F (15˚C) under sunny skies. With the wind blowing from the north-northeast at 5 MPH (9 KM/H) and humidity at 55%, the feels-like factor is 57˚F (15˚C). Today we can expect a high temperature of 68˚F (20˚C) and sunny condition. At night, the skies should be clear, and the low will be 43˚F (6˚C).
Do you like “alternative history” fiction, Dear Reader? I do, although – speaking as a history buff and long-time reader – I think creating a story based on “counterfactual” twists and successfully getting a reader to suspend disbelief is incredibly difficult. In all my years as a reader – since the mid-1960s, if family lore about my aptitude for reading is to be believed – I’ve come across quite a few “alt-history” books that take a famous event in history – a battle in a major war or other pivotal event, like JFK’s assassination, usually – and tweak it so that the outcome is different than in reality.
If memory serves, the first book I read in the genre was Alfred Coppel’s 1983 novel The Burning Mountain: A Novel of the Invasion of Japan. In The Burning Mountain, Coppel – a World War II veteran who wrote political thrillers along the lines of Thirty-Four East (1974) as well as many science fiction novels and short stories.
July 1945: As the scientists and military men who have built the atomic bomb prepare to test the ultimate weapon, an unexpected thunderstorm arrives at the Trinity test site near Los Alamos, N.M. Lightning strikes the tower where the first bomb — code named “Fat Man” — is tethered, and in a literal flash, history is changed. There are still two nuclear weapons left, but until the more complex plutonium bomb can be tested, their use is postponed until 1946. In the meantime, the conventional operation of the Japanese home islands, code named DOWNFALL, is launched as scheduled on Nov. 1, 1945.
With this almost Shakespearean touch, novelist and World War II veteran Alfred Coppel (Thirty Four East, The Dragon) begins his “what-if” account of the invasion of Japan in 1945 and 1946.
Instead of covering the entire two-part campaign (OLYMPIC, the landing on Kyushu, and CORONET, the final landing on Honshu) in the main body of The Burning Mountain, Coppel starts his tale by dispensing with the aftermath of the failed TRINITY test with an “excerpt” from a history of the 1941-46 Pacific War, covering the strategy and tactics used by both sides up to and during the OLYMPIC campaign.
The bulk of The Burning Mountain centers on the March 1946 landings as seen through the eyes of various Japanese and Allied participants, including a Marine sergeant who is unsure that his platoon commander will perform well in combat, a B-17 crewman who finds himself in dire straits when his bomber is shot down, an American Ranger officer whose connections with a Japanese family begin to affect his perception of the war the closer he gets to places he knew as a child, and the Japanese soldiers and civilians who desperately fight to defend their homeland from the invading “gaijin.”
For years, The Burning Mountain was my favorite alternative history novel. Then, in 1992, I came across a review in the Miami Herald of Robert Harris’ Fatherland, a detective novel set in a 1964 in which Nazi Germany won the Second World War and is both entangled in a Vietnam-like guerrilla war in the Eastern front and in a Cold War with the United States. Now, the two nuclear-armed powers are tentatively moving toward détente as President Joseph P. Kennedy announces that he is going to Berlin for a face-to-face summit with a 75-year-old Adolf Hitler.
This is the backdrop for Fatherland’s main plot, in which Berlin Kriminalpolizei detective Xavier March investigates the murder of an elderly man who turns out to be a high ranking Nazi official. Like many American film noir detectives, March is a dogged investigator with a cynical view of the world that is shaped by his wartime experiences as a U-boat commander in the Battle of the Atlantic. His refusal to join the Nazi Party and his lack of enthusiasm for Hitler have resulted in a divorce from his more politicized ex-wife and a strained relationship with his son Pili. And when March’s investigation uncovers a conspiracy that threatens to unravel Hitler’s regime before the summit, the stubborn detective and his unlikely ally, American reporter Charlotte Maguire, find themselves targeted by the Nazis’ murderous security forces.
I also read Peter G. Tsouras’ 1994 “faux history” book Disaster at D-Day: The Germans Defeat the Allies, June 1944, a more action-packed story in which – as the title clearly states – the German defenders at Normandy prevail and the Allies’ Operation Overlord fails.
On the sixth day of the sixth month of 1944, elements of six Allied infantry divisions and three airborne divisions began the assault on Hitler’s Fortress Europe. Within 24 hours, despite horrible losses at some points, the first wave of invaders breached the German line and a huge Allied host began pouring ashore.
Peter G. Tsouras, tweaking history’s reality by presenting a plausible chain of alternate events, paints a chilling picture of a German victory over the invading Allies. In Tsouras’ fictional history, German armored units destroy the Omaha Beach landings, Hitler and his generals react much faster than they actually did, and nothing the Allies attempt to do in order to save Operation Overlord works.
Unlike Fatherland and The Burning Mountain, Tsouras does not tell a conventional fictitious story set in the historical backdrop of the Normandy campaign with a huge cast of fictional characters mixed with historical figures. In fact, Disaster at D-Day reads like a conventional military history book – complete with photo inserts, maps, and footnotes, many of which are attributed to real quotes from books such as Cornelius Ryan’s The Longest Day, as well as to many fictitious books written in an alternate reality in which the participants have different outcomes than they did in real life.
Currently, I’m reading two novels in the alt-history genre, both of which are products of Harry Turtledove’s imagination. The Two Georges: A Novel of Alternate America, 1996 is a collaborative effort between Turtledove and Oscar-winning actor Richard Dreyfuss. In that novel, we are transported to a world in which the 13 American colonies and Great Britain averted the Revolutionary War, and the course of history took a vastly different turn.
The other, Ruled Britannia, is by Turtledove alone and is set in Britain a decade after a successful invasion by the Spanish Armada. In Ruled Britannia, we meet a cast of characters that includes many of Europe’s great playwrights of the Elizabethan era, including Christopher Marlowe, Lope de Vega, and William Shakespeare in a plot full of literary allusions, high-stakes political maneuvering, espionage, and a people’s struggle for freedom under foreign occupation.
They both are well-written and interesting, although I inexplicably set aside Ruled Britannia so I could read and review other books I purchased over the past year and a half.
If you read alt-history novels by Turtledove or other authors, let me know in the Comments section if you like the genre (or not) and if you have a favorite novel (or a least favorite one) in which history takes a different turn.
Hi, there, Dear Reader. It’s almost noon here on Sunday, January 3, 2021, and it’s a gray, chilly day here in New Hometown, Florida. Currently, the temperature is 61˚F (16˚C) under cloudy skies. With the wind blowing from the north at 3 MPH (5 KM/H) and humidity at 100%, the feels-like temperature is 61˚F (16˚C). Today we can expect scattered rain showers and a high of 70˚F (21˚C); tonight, we’ll have partly cloudy skies and a low of 48˚F (9˚C).
I woke up early – 5:35 AM Eastern – again. I didn’t want to get up at that ungodly hour, but apparently my internal body clock has decided that sleeping till 5:30 AM is going to be the new normal. I tried to go back to sleep, but I didn’t succeed. I didn’t want to sit at my desk in front of a monitor all day, and since my room is situated between two occupied bedrooms, I also didn’t want to turn on my TV that early in the day lest I wake up the Caregiver’s kiddos.
Instead, I decided to start reading The Two Georges: A Novel of an Alternate America, 1996, a 1996 book co-written by actor Richard Dreyfuss and Harry Turtledove, the Hugo Award-winning author of The Guns of the South and Ruled Britannia. In this suspenseful alternate history, Dreyfuss and Turtledove show us a world in which the American colonists and King George III worked out their differences in 1760 and avoided the War of Independence – thus creating a world in which history took a different turn than it did in our reality.
In The Two Georges – which is a detective story that focuses on the politically-motivated of a fictional painting by Thomas Gainsborough from which the novel derives its name – the United States does not exist. Instead, the territory it occupies is – along with Canada – is part of the North American Union, which in turn is part of Britain’s global Empire, and the globe is divided among Great Britain, the Franco-Spanish “Holy Alliance, the Russian Empire, the Austrian Empire, the Ottoman Empire, Sweden and Holland and its overseas colonies, while Germany exists – as it did before 1870 – as a gaggle of minor principalities in Central Europe.
So far, The Two Georges is a fun and interesting read; I like the protagonists, Colonel Thomas Bushell of the Royal American Mounted Police, and Dr. Kathleen Flannery, the museum curator of the beloved painting. The painting was just stolen, presumably by a separatist movement known as the Sons of Liberty; based on what I’ve read so far, I’m going to enjoy following Bushell, Flannery, and Bushell’s second-in-command, Captain Samuel Stanley as they try to recover The Two Georges and discover who the mastermind behind the painting’s theft.
Other than that….
Well, after giving it some thought, I decided to order a copy of Paul Duncan’s The Star Wars Archives: Episodes I-III, 1999-2005, even though it will have to be the expensive ($200) edition, since Taschen Books does not have a compact and less pricey edition like the one for The Star Wars Archives: Episodes IV-VI, 1977-1983. I wasn’t going to bother with it; I’m more of an Original Trilogy fan even though I’m not a “Prequel basher” like quite a few Star Wars fans are.
But then I saw that the Treasury Department had deposited the second (and smaller) COVID-19 stimulus payment in my bank account, and since I don’t go out anywhere or do anything fun with the Caregiver anymore, I said to myself, “The hell with it. I’ll get the second book in the duology and be done with it.”
From the Taschen Books website:
Famous First Edition: First printing of 10,000 numbered copies
From the moment Star Wars burst onto the screen in 1977, audiences have been in equal parts fascinated and appalled by the half-man/half-machine hybrid Darth Vader. In 1999, creator George Lucas began the story of how Anakin Skywalker grew up to train as a Jedi under Obi-Wan Kenobi, found love with the Queen of Naboo, Padmé Amidala, before turning to the dark side of his nature and becoming more machine than man.
After driving the development of nascent digital technology, George Lucas perceived how he could create new creatures and new worlds on a grander scale than ever before. He created the first digital blockbuster and met fierce resistance when he pushed for widespread digital cameras, sets, characters, and projection – all of which are now used throughout the industry. He essentially popularized the modern way of making movies.
Made with the full cooperation of George Lucas and Lucasfilm, this second volume covers the making of the prequel trilogy — Episode I The Phantom Menance, Episode II Attack of the Clones, and Episode III Revenge of the Sith — and features exclusive interviews with Lucas and his collaborators. The book is profusely illustrated with script pages, production documents, concept art, storyboards, on-set photography, stills, and posters.
I actually ended up getting the book from a third-party seller (Book Depository US) for slightly less than Taschen Books’ retail price of $200) on Amazon; I probably won’t get my copy this week – it’s slated to be shipped between January 27 and February 5 – but at least I’ll have a limited first edition book and the complete duology of TheStar Wars Archives.
Other than that, Dear Reader, I don’t have anything to report. I’m not sure what I feel like doing with the rest of my Sunday. I might continue reading from The Two Georges, or – now that everyone is awake – I might watch TV in my room. I feel a bit misanthropic today, so I’ll just take a shower, change into clean “street clothes” – even though I’m not going anywhere – and see what develops.
 Book Depository US’s price is $186.65 plus Florida sales tax, which added up to $202.52. If I’d ordered it directly from Taschen, it would have been a bit more than that.
Hi there, Dear Reader. It’s Saturday, January 2, 2021, and it is early afternoon here in New Hometown, Florida. Right now, the temperature is 81˚F (27˚C) under mostly cloudy skies. With humidity at 66% and the wind blowing from the south-southwest at 8 MPH (13 KM/H), the heat index is 83˚F (28˚C). Today’s forecast calls for partly cloudy skies and a high of 83˚F (28˚C). Tonight we can expect light rain and a low of 65˚F (18˚C).
Well, here we are on the second day of 2021 and the first weekend of the New Year. So far, the situation in the United States is the same as it was when 2020 – the Year from Hell – ended. Donald Trump, objectively the worst President in the nation’s history, still refuses to concede defeat in the recent Presidential election and continues to pollute Twitter with such absurdities as:
·2hWhy haven’t they done signature verification in Fulton County, Georgia. Why haven’t they deducted all of the dead people who “voted”, illegals who voted, non Georgia residents who voted, and tens of thousands of others who voted illegally, from the final vote tally?
·2h….Just a small portion of these votes give US a big and conclusive win in Georgia. Have they illegally destroyed ballots in Fulton County? After many weeks, we don’t yet even have a judge to hear this large scale voter fraud case. The only judge seems to be Stacey’s sister!
And the worst thing about these tweets isn’t just that they are false – Twitter even goes to the trouble of adding disclaimers – such as Election officials have certified Joe Biden as the winner of the U.S. Presidential election. – beneath any tweet Trump posts with false claims about voter fraud. Trump’s lies are bad enough. But what really matters is that Trump’s supporters (around 60-70 million Americans) profess – at least in public – their belief that the President’s claims are true.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, some ambitious Republican politicians, especially Senator Ted Cruz of Texas and incoming Congressman Madison Cawthorn (R-NC) have announced that they will try to contest the 2020 United States presidential election results when Congress counts the Electoral College votes in January, echoing Trump’s false claims of widespread voter fraud.
Then, of course, there’s still the rising death toll from the COVID-19 pandemic, which as of this writing has killed 1,831,857men, women, and children worldwide, including 348,617 in the United States.
I’ve already written extensively about the pandemic and its death toll, so I shan’t repeat my thoughts about the selfish, entitled yahoos who still deny that the pandemic is a major public health crisis. I mention it here merely to explain why I am not talking about the New Year’s celebration I participated in (there wasn’t any party here, for one thing).
Yesterday I spent much of my day writing a review of the compact – and more affordable – edition of Paul Duncan’s The Star Wars Archives: Episodes IV-VI, 1977-1983, a recently published oral history of the creation of the first three Star Wars films. After that, I didn’t do anything New Years-like; I attempted to play the Cold Waters scenario Junks on Parade, then I watched Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens in my room till I got sleepy and went to bed.
As for today…I don’t have anything planned. I might try to watch something later, or I could probably read a couple of chapters of The Two Georges: A Novel of an Alternate America, 1996, a novel by actor Richard Dreyfuss and alternative history writer Harry Turtledove, author The Guns of the South and Ruled Britannia. Or I might try the Junks on Parade scenario again and see if I fare better than I did yesterday afternoon.
Since I don’t have anything special to add, I’ll end this post here. As always, Dear Reader, I hope you stay safe, stay healthy, and that you will be kind to others. I’ll catch you on the sunny side of things!
 Here’s a typical comment from a conservative COVID-19 denier that I came across on Facebook. This guy, a man named Bob, posted this on his profile page on December 31, 2020:
So…here we are almost one full year of TERRORISM against the American people.
In 2019, there was NO Covid-19: The number of TOTAL USA deaths: 2,854,838
PER THE Center Of Disease Control
As of Dec.29, 2020, a supposedly catastrophic virus pandemic raging the past 10 months, the number of TOTAL USA deaths stands at: 2,882,500
less than 28,000 more dead than last year, which is only reflecting the population increase of .35%.
time to PUT UP OR SHUT UP!!!
or should I say….CATS OUT OF THE BAG!!!
 I didn’t do well this time around; the scenario takes place in the Taiwan Straits, in an area where the water is quite shallow. Attack subs are ill-suited for combat in shallow coastal waters, and even in the best of cases where I’ve beaten Junks on Parade, my boat almost always suffers one or two torpedo hits, usually from the Chinese helicopters that accompany the surface fleet in the scenario. Yesterday I sank all of the Chinese warships and one of the “merchies” that I had to destroy, but a single enemy torpedo struck my boat – USS Seawolf – amidships. It didn’t destroy me outright, but the flooding caused by the torpedo hit sent my sub to the bottom and I got stuck there.
In the beginning, I was struggling with the plot, just figuring out what it was going to be. I had a sense of what the Force was, how it worked, and they could do with it, but the story didn’t have room for that – yet. – George Lucas to Paul Duncan, explaining how the concept of the Force evolved, The Star Wars Archives: Episodes IV-VI, 1977-1983
On December 13, 2020, Taschen Books published The Star Wars Archives: Episodes IV-VI, 1977-1983, author Paul Duncan’s history of how George Lucas and his team of collaborators at Lucasfilm Ltd. created the original Star Wars Trilogy (Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope, Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back, and Star Wars Episode VI; Return of the Jedi) and began a multimedia franchise that continues to expand Lucas’s space fantasy saga set “a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.”
In the early Seventies, George Walton Lucas, Jr. was a young filmmaker who – along with Francis Ford Coppola, Martin Scorsese, Brian De Palma, and Steven Spielberg – were trying to fill the creative void in the film industry caused by the end of the old studio system and the growing influence of big corporations in Hollywood. Like most of his peers, Lucas – a graduate of the University of Southern California’s film program – sought to make movies that had his own personal stamp and didn’t necessarily cater to the whims of the studios’ “suits.”
In 1971, shortly after Warner Bros. released Lucas’s first feature film, THX-1138, the young writer-director began working on a space-fantasy film aimed at young audiences. At first, Lucas wanted to do a straightforward adaptation of Alex Raymond’s sci-fi pulp comic strip Flash Gordon; the copyright owners refused to sell him the rights – they wanted a big name director (Federico Fellini) to bring Flash Gordon, Dale Arden, and Ming the Merciless to the big screen.
Undeterred by this rejection, Lucas – who thought kids longed for a modern monomyth with heroes they could root for and villains they could hiss at – persisted. If he couldn’t adapt Flash Gordon, he reasoned, he would create his own space-fantasy – which in one draft was set in the 33rd Century and was called The Star Wars – with elements borrowed from old 1930s film serials Lucas had watched on TV as a kid in 1950s Modesto, California, Errol Flynn films such as Captain Blood and The Adventures of Robin Hood, Westerns, Akira Kurosawa “Easterners” – including The Hidden Fortress – and World War II movies such as The Dam Busters and 633 Squadron.
Star Wars exploded onto our cinema screens in 1977, and the world has not been the same since. After watching depressing and cynical movies throughout the early 1970s, audiences enthusiastically embraced the positive energy of the Star Wars galaxy as they followed moisture farmer Luke Skywalker on his journey through a galaxy far, far away, meeting extraordinary characters like mysterious hermit Obi-Wan Kenobi, space pirates Han Solo and Chewbacca, loyal droids C-3PO and R2-D2, bold Princess Leia Organa and the horrific Darth Vader, servant of the dark, malevolent Emperor.
Writer, director, and producer George Lucas created the modern monomyth of our time, one that resonates with the child in us all. He formed Industrial Light & Magic to develop cutting-edge special effects technology, which he combined with innovative editing techniques and a heightened sense of sound to give audiences a unique sensory cinematic experience.
In this first volume, made with the full cooperation of Lucasfilm, Lucas narrates his own story, taking us through the making of the original trilogy―Episode IV A New Hope, Episode V The Empire Strikes Back, and Episode VI Return of the Jedi―and bringing fresh insights into the creation of a unique universe. Complete with script pages, production documents, concept art, storyboards, on-set photography, stills, and posters, this is the authoritative exploration of the original saga as told by its creator. – Publisher’s blurb, The Star Wars Archives: Episodes IV-VI, 1977-1983
In The Star Wars Archives: Episodes IV-VI, 1977-1983, writer and film historian Paul Duncan follows the 12-year-long saga of how the first three films of the Skywalker Saga were created. Based on extensive one-on-one interviews with Lucas and other key personnel – including sound designer Ben Burtt, special effects creators Richard Edlund and Dennis Muren, editor Richard Chew, producer Gary Kurtz, the late director Irvin Kershner, screenwriter Lawrence Kasdan, and composer John Williams – The Star Wars Archives: Episodes IV-VI, 1977-1983 delves into the challenges Lucas faced to make the first Episode, as well as the growth of Lucasfilm Limited and its special effects company, Industrial Light & Magic (ILM) from a small core of young film industry upstarts to one of the most successful and influential production companies in Hollywood history.
For Greedo, the thug who faces Han Solo in a showdown in the bar and whose speeches were subtitled, we invented a gibberish based on ancient Incan. – Ben Burtt, Academy Award-winning sound designer, The Star Wars Archives: Episodes IV-VI, 1977-1983
Duncan, whose other titles for Taschen Books include The Star Wars Archives: Episodes I-III, 1999-2005, Stanley Kubrick: Eyewitness, and The Godfather Family Album, was granted access to Lucasfilm’s treasure trove of archival interviews. Thus, The Star Wars Archives: Episodes IV-VI, 1977-1983 not only derives its information from Lucas and other personnel who are still available for interviews, but also from recordings and transcripts of interviews with Ralph McQuarrie, John Barry, John Mollo, and Stuart Freeborn, all of whom died before Duncan could interview them.
My films have a tendency to promote personal self-esteem, a you-can-do-it attitude. Their message is: “Don’t listen to everyone else. Discover your own feelings and follow them. Then you can overcome anything.”— George Lucas, The Star Wars Archives: Episodes IV-VI, 1977-1983
Published in early December of 2020 as part of Taschen Books’ 40th Anniversary (and in tandem with the $200-per-copy book about the Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, The Star Wars Archives: Episodes IV-VI, 1977-1983 is a fascinating account of how Episodes IV-VI were made that not only traces the evolution of the story that began life as The Star Wars – with characters named Annikin Starkiller, Kane, Deak, Mace Windy, and the Jedi Bendu – and became the beloved trilogy that gave the world Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia Organa, Han Solo, Chewbacca, Ben (Obi-Wan) Kenobi, Artoo Detoo (R2-D2), See Threepio (C-3PO), Darth Vader, Emperor Palpatine, and Grand Moff Tarkin.
Illustrated with a mix of production sketches, on-set photographs, publicity stills, and poster art, The Star Wars Archives: Episodes IV-VI, 1977-1983 also includes fragments from various documents, including story treatments and early drafts of the scripts. This gives the reader a glimpse at the development of the characters, settings, themes, and plots from rough draft to the finished film version.
(Sharp-eyed readers with keen memories and an encyclopedic knowledge of the saga will note that many of the planet and character names Lucas invented in early versions of The Star Wars – such as Mace Windy, Valorum, Starkiller, and Utapau – were later used in the Prequel Trilogy, albeit with alterations; Mace Windy became the imposing Jedi Master Mace Windu, and the Imperial warlord known as General Valorum morphed into The Phantom Menace’s luckless Supreme Chancellor Finis Valorum. Utapau, a planet name Lucas came up with in an early draft of A New Hope, would later be used in Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith.)
Some of the stories in The Star Wars Archives: Episodes IV-VI, 1977-1983 will, of course, be familiar to Star Wars fans who have watched Empire of Dreams: The Making of the Star Wars Trilogy, listened to the various audio commentaries in the DVD and Blu-ray home video releases of the films, or read J.W. Rinzler’s books on the making of each individual film in both the Original and Prequel Trilogies.
Other anecdotes and snippets from the various story treatments, first-draft scripts, and interviews will, of course, be new to even the most knowledgeable Star Wars junkie.
And although Lucas is Duncan’s principal interviewee, we also get, either through present day conversations with still-living participants or via archived recordings, the perspectives of many important creative contributors, including Empire director Irvin Kershner, who died on November 27, 2010 at the age of 87.
Here’s what Kershner had to say about Anthony Daniels’ character, the fussy, always-complaining protocol droid See Threepio, and Peter Mayhew’s Chewbacca:
I wanted to make Chewie show a lot more emotion, and I wanted C-3PO to be a real pain in the rear. With Chewie, I wanted the audience to see him angry and frustrated, to hear him laugh and cry. C-3PO, when you come right down to it, is a real pill. Sure, he’s a cute robot, but I wanted to get across the idea that if you knew a person like C-3PO in real life, you’d turn and run in the opposite direction.
Teschen Books published this book in two versions. The first edition of The Star Wars Archives: Episodes IV-VI, 1977-1983 is a coffee-table type (extra-large) hardcover that costs $200. The 40th Anniversary Edition, which is the one released in December, is a standard-sized hardcover that measures 6.5 x 1.75 x 9 inches and weighs 3.12 pounds. That’s the edition that I own, and its 512 pages are replete with intriguing facts, fascinating insights, and a plethora of storyboards, production paintings, poster art, and stills from all three films of the Original Star Wars Trilogy.
If you are new to the Star Wars franchise, or if you are a longtime fan who can claim to have seen the first Star Wars film in May of 1977, The Star Wars Archives: Episodes IV-VI, 1977-1983 is definitely a book worth adding to your personal library.
Hi, again, Dear Reader. It’s mid-afternoon here in New Hometown, Florida, where it’s 81˚F (27˚C) under mostly cloudy skies. With the wind blowing from the east-southeast at 8 MPH (13 KM/H) and humidity at 58%, the feels-like temperature is a bit warmer: 82˚F (28˚C). As the afternoon progresses, we will see the temperature drop gradually to the 70s (lower 20s) and eventually reach the forecast low for tonight of 67˚F (20˚C).
Well, as I said in my previous post, we in the Eastern Seaboard of the U.S, are watching as the clock winds down on 2020, a year that I’m sure not many people will look back at with fondness. The COVID-19 pandemic (including the 1,813,087 worldwide deaths and the social disruptions caused by the impact of the virus)…a defeated U.S. President who refuses to concede the recent election….political division and social unrest in the U.S. and other countries…the rise of disruptive populist leaders in Brazil, the Philippines, and elsewhere…. Truly, 2020 will not be remembered as a very good year.
My December 31 has been a dull, frustrating, and altogether unhappy one. I woke up early – as is my habit – with the family dog happily curled up next to me. I waited for the Caregiver to get up and make breakfast for everyone – not just me – as is her habit on her days off from work. Alas, the wait was in vain; apparently she and her new boyfriend got drunk last night and she – at least – woke up with a hangover. I can’t cook in this house – it has a gas stove, and I can’t use it, at least not very well – so if she doesn’t make breakfast, I have to make do with a bowl of cold cereal, toast – I can still use a toaster! – and several cups of coffee.
And that, Dear Reader, is what I did, albeit a bit later than usual; the Caregiver’s daughter made breakfast for herself and her boyfriend, so I had to wait till they were both out of the kitchen so I could make my coffee and toast and grab a bowl of Cocoa Pebbles.
Now I’m in my bedroom, listening to Pops in Love, nursing a mild headache, and trying to figure out how to spend the rest of New Year’s Eve 2020. I don’t want to spend any time with the Caregiver and the guy she dumped me for, so I think I’ll just stay in my room and either watch TV or read a book while I play classical music on Amazon Music.
(If I had Roku in my room I could binge-watch The Mandalorian on Disney+. I don’t have Roku, though, so I can’t do that. The next best thing I have is Netflix, so if I can’t make up my mind about what movie to watch from my stash of Blu-rays and DVDs, I’ll probably try to find something on either Amazon Prime or Netflix.)
I could also game for a while; I already started a session of Strategic Command WWII: World at War – the campaign titled Triumph & Tragedy 1944 – as the Soviet Union. So far the war is going all right for the Allies, but the Germans did give my forces a bloody nose on Turn Two – I lost several armies to German counterattacks in south Ukraine, and even though I purchased replacement units, they will not be ready for another couple of months – in game time. I saved the game in case I feel like resuming it later.
Other than that, I don’t have anything to report. I don’t know what the Caregiver has in store for dinner; I don’t see either anyone in the kitchen cooking, nor do I have any clue if someone will order pizzas or if we’ll have to eat leftovers from last night.
So, on that note, I will close this last post for 2020, wishing you and yours a happy, healthy, and better New Year in 2021.
Hi, Dear Reader. It’s late morning here in New Hometown, Florida on Thursday, December 31, 2020. Currently, the temperature is 70˚F (21˚C) under partly sunny skies; with the wind blowing from the east southeast at 8 MPH (13 KM/H) and humidity at 88%, the feels-like temperature is 70˚F (21˚C). The forecast for today calls for partly sunny skies and a high of 82˚F (28˚C). Tonight, we can expect partly cloudy skies and a low of 67˚F (19˚C).
Though it’s already January 1, 2021 across the International Date Line, here in the Eastern Time Zone of North America we still have some 15 hours before we can say that 2020 – this anno horriblis – is over and in the collective rearview mirror of humanity. As I write this, I am saddened by the fact that as I write this, thousands of my fellow human beings are dying from the effects of the COVID-19 pandemic that has swept the world since late last year and killed 1,807,922 men, women, and children – 342,314 of them in the United States alone.
I know that New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day are supposed to be festive occasions – thoughts of out with the old, in with the new, champagne toasts at midnight, and choruses of “Auld Lang Syne” come to mind. But this pandemic – and the current President’s criminally-inept response to the public health crisis in the U.S. – is affecting everyone in all sorts of ways, and the situation continues to worsen.
(CNN) – As 2020 nears its end, the US still is setting one-day records for Covid-19 deaths and the number of coronavirus patients in hospitals.
More than 3,740 coronavirus deaths were reported Wednesday in the US, the most reported in a single day during the pandemic and the second straight day that record was set, Johns Hopkins University data show.
And the outlook is grim for January. More than 80,000 Americans could die of Covid-19 over the next three weeks, a new US Centers for Disease Control and Prevention ensemble forecast projects — offering a stark reminder the nation is still facing challenging times.
The new prediction comes amid ongoing vaccine distributions — a rolloutexperts say has been slower than they’d hoped. Vaccines will only make any meaningful impact once they’re widely available to the public, possibly not until summertime, experts have said.
Seriously, Dear Reader. It’s hard to get into “It’s a new year, so let’s party!” mode when you live in a country that is supposedly the “greatest nation on Earth” and allegedly blessed by “the best healthcare system in the world,” yet leads the world in the most active cases of COVID-19 – and the most pandemic-related deaths.
Yesterday, in Los Angeles, actor Dawn Wells, who is best known for playing Mary Ann Summers for three seasons on the CBS sitcom Gilligan’s Island, died from complications caused by COVID-19. She was 82.
Yesterday, in Tampa, a 49-year-old nurse-practitioner who worked for the county jail died after battling the virus for two weeks.
TAMPA, Fla. – Loved ones and the community are remembering a Tampa flight nurse and nurse practitioner who died after battling COVID-19 since before Thanksgiving.
Steven Neher was 49-years-old and was working as a nurse practitioner at the Hillsborough County Sheriff’s Office’s Falkenburg Road Jail when he was diagnosed with COVID-19.
His death comes as a surprise to friends and family who say he was healthy, with no underlying conditions, but after a few weeks of battling the virus, his condition quickly worsened.
And yet, I still keep seeing conspiracy theories and “no mask for me” comments such as this one on Facebook:
The mass media keeps ignoring and hiding important facts and truths about what’s really going on in the world with Covid and who is behind it.
The CDC was and is definitely responsible for its CREATION because it had EXCLUSIVE patents on its study INCLUDING its study in Wuhan which they funded and directed.
The research on Covid which resulted in this “surprise” pandemic (as Fauci somehow “predicted” in 2017) was orchestrated by the CDC, NIH and backed by Gates and big Pharma including PFIZER ( see “vaccine”).
Figure it out, people, there are high crimes and treasons going on here resulting in hundreds of thousands of deaths (allegedly) that aren’t being investigated! WTH!!!
The most shocking part of this whole Covid charade is why those who are sworn to protect us from all enemies foreign and domestic are not investigating.
Make no mistake, we have foreign and DOMESTIC TRAITORS destroying America under the guise of public health and safety.
An investigation aimed at those responsible for the development and spread of Covid should be the only main front page news! The fact that it isn’t news at all should make everyone suspicious.
Instead, all we hear about is a death count to promote fear and other political smoke and mirrors meant to distract us and hide the truth about this planned Covid genocide and globalist coup to enslave the world.
I can’t believe how stupid and naive some people are and that’s just what these TRAITORS and MURDERERS are counting on with their globalist agenda to obtain fascist control.
Live free or die! That’s what it’s coming down to.
It’s lunacy of this sort that has contributed to the rising death toll from COVID-19.
I’ll try to be in a good mood today because – speaking from personal experience – it’s not nice to be around someone who is angry and bitter all the time. But I think I’ll celebrate once Donald J. Trump leaves the White House in less than three weeks.
The place: Eastern Atlantic Ocean, near the Bay of Biscay
The situation: In an alternate version of 1984, rising tensions between the United States and the Soviet Union have rapidly escalated over a series of incidents, including the shootdown of Korean Air Lines Flight 007 near the Soviet island of Sakhalin and the resulting rise of anti-Communist feeling in the U.S. Fearing that the recently re-relected Ronald Reagan will increase American defense expenditures and confusing a NATO military readiness exercise (Able Archer ’83) for a sudden mobilization of the Western alliance’s naval, air, and land forces, hardliners in the Kremlin urge Premier Konstantin Chernenko to invade West Germany while the balance of power still favors the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.
In one of many surprise moves, a Soviet invasion force, including a Kiev-class “tactical aviation cruiser,” two 1950s-eragun cruisers (the Sverdlov and the Mikhail Kutuzov), two Sovremenny class destroyers, two Boris Chilikin-class fleet oilers, three Ropucha-class LSTs, and one Alligator-class LST, approached the Britanny peninsula from the west. One IL-38 May ASW patrol plane provided air cover.
At 1100 hours (local time), USS Hyman G. Rickover (SSN-709), a Flight-1 Los Angeles-class attack submarine, detected several surface contacts on her passive sonar. Her skipper, CDR Alex Diaz-Granados, ordered the fire control crew to perform a Target Motion Analysis on the first contact, Sierra One, which was 10,000 yards off the starboard bow and sailing at 11 knots on a heading of 220 degrees.
Sierra One turned out to be a Sovremenny-class destroyer; the Soviet warship had not yet detected the Rickover, so CDR Diaz-Granados waited to see what other contacts would show up on the boat’s sonar before ordering an attack with Mk-48 torpedoes.
Within minutes, the Rickover’s sonar crew announced more and more contacts as the sub closed the distance with the Soviet convoy. But it wasn’t until “Sierra Three,” the third ship picked up by the sub’s BQQ-5 sonar suite’s passive system, was identified as the carrier Kiev (which, for political reasons, is classified as a “tactical aviation cruiser”) that the skipper gave the order, “Fire Tube One at the Sovremenny.”
At 1115, the Sovremenny was hit just aft of her port bow by the Mk.48 ADCAP (advanced capability) torpedo. Her crew had detected the incoming weapon and the destroyer was increasing her velocity to 32 knots, but it was too late. By 1120, the Soviet warship was on fire and sinking by the bow.
For the next 20 minutes, as the Soviet ships either tried to flee or move away from the Rickover’s weapons, chaos reigned on the cold waters of the North Atlantic. The Kiev-class Baku was hit by a Harpoon missile that caused a massive fire amidships and slowed the “baby carrier” to a top speed of 19 knots. Baku fired a torpedo at the U.S. sub, but her weapons officer did not have a good firing solution on his target and the Soviet torpedo missed, never coming close to the Rickover to become a serious threat.
The cruiser Sverdlov, the flagship of this Soviet force, too, was hit by a Harpoon that wrecked her superstructure and killed most of the senior staff, including Admiral Yuri K. Smirnov, the task force commander. Like Baku, Sverdlov was afire and soon was slowed to a crawl; the most that she could do in her condition was limp away at 8 knots….not fast enough to escape the Mk.48 ADCAP Rickover had fired after the Harpoon did its worst on the 1950s-era all-gun cruiser. Another Mk. 48 dispatched a second Sovremenny, thus denying the surviving Soviet ships of the last warship capable of providing anti-missile protection
With the task force’s capital ships either sunk or damaged beyond repair, destroying the amphibious force’s landing ships was now an easy task. With no missile-armed escorts to protect the Ropuchas and Alligators, Rickover used a mix of Harpoons and Mk.48 torpedoes to destroy the Russian landing ships and their cargo of tanks, BMP infantry fighting vehicles, and a regiment of infantry.
Last to go were the two Boris Chilikin-class fleet oilers, the Sverdlov-class Mikhail Kutuzov, and the damaged, burning Baku.
The only enemy participant that did any damage to Rickover was the IL-38 May ASW patrol aircraft orbiting overhead. It dropped a stick of depth bombs close to the American sub, which suffered some damage to the hull but was otherwise unharmed. The May, the Soviets’ counterpart to the U.S. Navy’s Lockheed P-3C Orion, dropped sonobuoys and an aerial torpedo in an effort to spook the evasive American boat, but to no avail. When its weapons stores were exhausted, all that the May could do was to radio Soviet naval headquarters to report on the disaster which had befallen the task force and search for possible survivors from the sunken warships and transports.
As for the Hyman G. Rickover, she made her way back to her wartime base in Faslane, Scotland to replenish her weapons and conduct badly-needed repairs to the hull damage caused by the May’s depth bomb attack. The Navy – using satellite imagery, SIGINT intercepts, and the sub’s own data recording systems – confirmed the captain’s after-action report and announced the destruction of a Soviet task force off the Atlantic coast of France by “Allied naval assets, which cannot be publicly named at this time,” per the official press release issued by the Pentagon on 1 January, 1985.
All kidding aside, folks, Cold Waters is perhaps one of the coolest submarine-themed computer games ever made. I can’t say it enough, but Australia’s Killerfish Games did a great job with this 2017 simulation, which its makers openly admit is a tip of the hat to MicroProse’s 1988 classic Red Storm Rising game. Of all the games I have bought on Steam so far, this is definitely, hands down, my favorite.
All of the graphics in this post are (C) 2017 Killerfish Games, and are actual screengrabs from a game session I played today.