Just completed the Big Meeting which essentially said “Two weeks here in Woodbine if he continues therapy successfully unless an assisted living facility will take him sooner.”

That is a pretty good bottom line but there are some other things flying around that need notation, at least. At the start of this Monday, Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu was said to be airborne and inbound. With smile. Our pal Erdogan in Turkey trying on Syrian silks and saying the Ottoman legacy with the Iranian baggage might be something friends could talk about? And all that economic stuff- the tariff wars and and the re-jiggering of nearly a century of alliances and big walls shuddering on their foundations?

They might have a new stability. And we are actually going to speak to Tehran directly about the nuclear problem this coming Saturday?

All of it suddenly on the table for discussion in a friendly sort of way? If you had shown us that paragraph a hundred days ago we would have laughed in the cruel irony. This afternoon there is a certain plausibility to it that makes even the most cynical of us- and whose judgement has often proved the antidote to irrational international analysis- are having trouble keeping the smiles at bay.

Is it possible that a bare majority of influential and normally bellicose bad boys may consider giving this century a name. Maybe giving one of those “Pax” things a chance. Without caring whose name is spray painted on it. And willing to give the vast majority a chance to live in relative harmony for longer than any human not on Social Security might hope for in the history of the species?

We agree it is a winsome sort of hope, but for once there is the possibility that it could happen. One of the SitReps last week claimed to cover a joint US-Israel strike on the Iranian nuclear program that successfully ushered in a period of peace when some intelligent people realized there was no good alyernative to dreams of horror but the realization that Peace might actually- and easily- be achieved?

That was the attitude we took into the Big Meeting Mobday. It had all the hallmarks of the clownshows associated withg all the issues just discussed. Loss of critical communications. The failure to produce the shared-medical staff that would accept an appointmentt for a hair-cut and well-trimmed beard in the image above when the meeting was actually over? That the meals served featured a grim commitment to industrial mediocrity in taste and temperature?

It appears Local Management assembled here in a conference room is willing to accept a request for discharge of a patient- me- to a credentialed facility willing to accept them (him)?. That could include the fancy new place in Reston with luxury amenities and a chic lounge like The Willow in walking distance plus a perfectly delightful one bedroom apartment.

Goodness,As you can see, there are questions to be asked and demonstratioons to be made. This SitRep provides assurances that such things can actually be made to happen before sundown, with a reasonable hope of producing progress within the confines of a working week.

No guarantees, of course, but it is a likely possibility that the extraordinary could simply be possible. Or even Routine. Like this one: our grandchildren’s kids, should they choose to have them, could do so on Mars and dance in some reduced gravity when their first probe returns across the interstellar voids from the Stars. Or at least one of them.

There is some interesting stuff going on out there. And none of it is impossible, if we took a minute to consider our time in the puzzle and just did it.

Much Love!

V/R
JR

07 April 2025

JR Situation Report
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Just completed the Big Meeting which essentially said “Two weeks here in Woodbine if he continues therapy successfully unless an assisted living facility will take him sooner.”

That is a pretty good bottom line but there are some other things flying around that need notation, at least. At the start of this Monday, Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu was said to be airborne and inbound. With smile. Our pal Erdogan in Turkey trying on Syrian silks and saying the Ottoman legacy with the Iranian baggage might be something friends could talk about? And all that economic stuff- the tariff wars and and the re-jiggering of nearly a century of alliances and big walls shuddering on their foundations?

They might have a new stability. And we are actually going to speak to Tehran directly about the nuclear problem this coming Saturday?

All of it suddenly on the table for discussion in a friendly sort of way? If you had shown us that paragraph a hundred days ago we would have laughed in the cruel irony. This afternoon there is a certain plausibility to it that makes even the most cynical of us- and whose judgement has often proved the antidote to irrational international analysis- are having trouble keeping the smiles at bay.

Is it possible that a bare majority of influential and normally bellicose bad boys may consider giving this century a name. Maybe giving one of those “Pax” things a chance. Without caring whose name is spray painted on it. And willing to give the vast majority a chance to live in relative harmony for longer than any human not on Social Security might hope for in the history of the species?

We agree it is a winsome sort of hope, but for once there is the possibility that it could happen. One of the SitReps last week claimed to cover a joint US-Israel strike on the Iranian nuclear program that successfully ushered in a period of peace when some intelligent people realized there was no good alyernative to dreams of horror but the realization that Peace might actually- and easily- be achieved?

That was the attitude we took into the Big Meeting Mobday. It had all the hallmarks of the clownshows associated withg all the issues just discussed. Loss of critical communications. The failure to produce the shared-medical staff that would accept an appointmentt for a hair-cut and well-trimmed beard in the image above when the meeting was actually over? That the meals served featured a grim commitment to industrial mediocrity in taste and temperature?

It appears Local Management assembled here in a conference room is willing to accept a request for discharge of a patient- me- to a credentialed facility willing to accept them (him)?. That could include the fancy new place in Reston with luxury amenities and a chic lounge like The Willow in walking distance plus a perfectly delightful one bedroom apartment.

Goodness,As you can see, there are questions to be asked and demonstratioons to be made. This SitRep provides assurances that such things can actually be made to happen before sundown, with a reasonable hope of producing progress within the confines of a working week.

No guarantees, of course, but it is a likely possibility that the extraordinary could simply be possible. Or even Routine. Like this one: our grandchildren’s kids, should they choose to have them, could do so on Mars and dance in some reduced gravity when their first probe returns across the interstellar voids from the Stars. Or at least one of them.

There is some interesting stuff going on out there. And none of it is impossible, if we took a minute to consider our time in the puzzle and just did it.

Much Love!

V/R
JR