Stuka Sunday is back!

Whether you're at mast height or hugging the deck or skulking around below decks there's one thing for sure....if it's a Sunday then it's Stuka Sunday! Don't run (where would you go?). Don't swim (don't kid yourself you're not that fast). Don't pray (what's the point anyway?). 
As long as there are Stukas and as long as there are Sundays, it will always be Stuka Sunday.

Are you a so-called Norwegian?

Well if you are you better watch out. There's some that don't take kindly to your so-called ways. So depending on how you do Norwegianing it could get you into trouble. So does that mean a Norwegian (a real one, not a pretend one) could Norwegianise a bit too much and bring themselves under the spotlight of being a non-Norwegian?

Stick pulling and throttle.

Sometimes there's not much more you can do after a catastrophe. There may be other protocols following a disaster, debacle, calamity, disappointment, or defeat. But clearly after a catastrophe one must pull wildly at the stick and fling open the throttle. If one is stickless and even possibly throttleless that could present a real problem.

In times of crises...

It is always a fascination that trees have the ability to appear, both corporeal and arboreal, in times of crises. One tree is thought provoking or even comical given its placement. However a forest of them can be menacing. The irony is of course for a forest (or individual trees for that matter) to do anything suddenly would be quite the event.

There's no one else...

With cap and thought a man walks the streets. Grim is too an emotive word to describe this world and all others he is about to occupy. Yet, he walks where there is no one else.

Wiggles audition here I come.

Nobody likes to be late. Important matters deserve respect. Imagine. You're on your way to the Wiggles audition for the (new) Black Wiggle. You've rehearsed your routine and even have your prop boat wheel ready. You're confident and looking good. But just as you're looking toward your bright future fate, in the guise of a boatload of Norwegians (that's a lot of Norwegians), take it upon themselves to share in your dreams. The only problem is that there's not enough dream to share.

What to do?

Jaunty Jaunty

How better to spend the first day on the job than with a spot of jauntyness? Happy is as happy does as our man in flares makes his way to the Highland Queen. Oh what stories could the Queen tell if she would only release her secrets. With jaunty chaps like this on board there can only be a jolly time ahead.

The fact is...

Get enough facts together and the facts become clearer. The subtractive quality of facts are not reliant on the quality of facts. However when stepping away from facts, opinions may begin to take their place. Are counterfactuals facts?

The evil twin!

You know a story is beyond good when it uses the "it wasn't me/him/her it was my/his/her evil twin" as a plot twist. Normally people go as far to pull this one out after an afternoon of drinking soon after they move onto the rums. But to pull out the evil twin is also a pro-Nazi flying spy is really hitting a new found peak usually found in the midst of the inevitable tequila or mescal shots.
Irresponsible? Perhaps. 

Duh! You think so?

It could be just that Nazis are not very good team players. Sure there are bullets coming in through the cabin. Sure someone has to drive the plane around the sky. Sure someone else has to travel around backwards all the time. But, can't these two realise they're on the same team - despite how sick and twisted the ideology that brought them together? And here's the problem, teamwork or a lack of it tends to be self serving. It doesn't necessarily allow team members to look beyond the task at hand. So it's great for getting things done but not necessarily good at differentiating between right and wrong. So possibly it might be a good thing to shoot at sky Nazis, so that they might begin to question themselves. That can only be a good idea.