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Bombers 1914–1939
History of the World Wars Special
Bryon Cooper and John Batchelor, c. 1966
Phoebus Publishing, UK, reprint c. 1973

Infantry at War 1939–1945
Purnell’s History of the World Wars Special
J. B. King and John Batchelor, 1966
Phoebus Publishing Co., UK, reprint c. 1973

Tanks & Weapons of World War II
Phoebus History of the World Wars Library
Edited by Bernard Fitzsimons
BPC Publishing Ltd., UK, 1973
printed in Belgium

Uniforms and Decorations of World Wars I & II
Phoebus Heraldry and Regalia of War
Edited by Bernard Fitzsimons
BPC Publishing Ltd., UK, 1973
printed in Belgium

Weapons of War
Chris Cook and John Stevenson, 1980
Crescent Books, CA, 1980
ex libris sticker on first leaf:
Hank Barrick
Youbou BC

Mr. England: The Story of Winston Churchill
Raul Manning and Miltion Bonner, 1941
The John C. Winston Co., US, 3rd edition 1942

The Life and Death of Adolf Hitler
Robert Payne, 1973
Praeger Publishers, US, 1973

The Long Left Flank: The Hard Fought Way to the Reich 1944-1945
Jeffery Williams, 1988
Stoddart Publishing, CA, 1988
printed in US
ex libris signature on first leaf: R. F. Hank Barrick

Social media is an endlessly droll cocktail party. People hiding under their best veneer and the mercenaries swarming around them hoping to be noticed. Watch-me dancers and the idiot that thinks wearing the lampshade as a hat is funny multiplied to infinity. Histrionic reactions to things that don’t deserve attention just to make conversation. And the same vapid conversations over and over and over. People making brilliant observations they just overheard. This weasels that are just there to network. The ones there because their friends dragged them along. The ones there for FOMO. The ones petting the cat in the corner just wanting to leave. Etc., etc..

I saw a screencap of this, that I now cannot find, where someone replied with a picture of an articulated bus without any further commentary. That’s funny enough, and says everything there is to say about commuting by bus—but as a further extrapolation I now cannot stop thinking of cars as chaotic minor demons running willy-nilly over the urban hellscape.