August 23, 2016

Posted without comment:

Barack Obama’s golf swing.

Donald Trump’s golf swing.

And for that matter, here’s Ivanka Trump’s golf swing (in dress and heels, no less!).

Like the saying goes, we report, you decide.

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August 21, 2016

A few thoughts while noting this was the first week you could start to see the upcoming change in seasons. The sun’s angle in the morning is just a little bit lower, and the landscaping lights are now coming on at just the right time as the days revealing showing their shorter lengths. Not to mention the fact that the pool has dropped to a luxurious 88 degrees!

So who’s presidential? Donald Trump donates an 18-wheeler full of supplies ahead of a visit to flood-stricken Louisiana. Hillary uses the floods for fundraising. Barack Obama plays golf, warns Louisiana about discriminating against how folks are helped, and is ultimately shamed into interrupting his gold vacation on Martha’s Vineyard to visit the folks in crisis. No other way to put it: Trump is acting presidential, Hillary is her same shameless reptilian self, and our president is a dickhead.

BTW, the best way to help the folks in Louisiana is to do what I did and donate to Samaritan’s Purse. These folks do a wonderful job, and unlike with the Clinton Foundation, the money truly goes to the people being helped.

And speaking of that criminal enterprise known as the Clinton Foundation, from the “You Can’t Make This Stuff Up” Department: so Hillary now says the Clinton Foundation will stop taking foreign and corporate contributions if she is elected president. The fact that she can say this without virtually any mainstream media scrutiny tells you all you need to know.

Thursday’s loss to the Tigers was just the latest example of manager John Farrell’s ineptitude when it comes to managing the Red Sox pitching staff – in this case the bullpen. I’m sure thousands of viewers yelled out in frustration when Farrell turned the ball over to Junichi Tazawa; I mean, for gawdsakes, it’s been apparent to anyone who knows anything about the game that Tazawa – like Koji Uehara – has absolutely nothing in the tank. Yet Farrell keeps running him out and keeps getting burned for it.

Along those same lines: I’d like to see the Sox to bring back Jonathan Papelbon to reinforce their bullpen for the stretch run. Sure, he’s not the same Papelbon he was when he left Boston, and sure, he has a few rocks loose in his head (always did), but I believe he loved the team and loves the town and would flourish in designated spots and as an occasional closer. That’s assuming, of course, he had a manager that could identify the correct spots for him – something Farrell has shown himself totally incapable of.

…For all the hoopla and money NBC and Golf Channel has spent on the Olympics the golf itself has been a snooze. The Olympics ought to be a celebration of amateur athletes going for gold and glory they might otherwise never see in their lives. These pros teeing it up have made millions of dollars, and we see them week in and week out on the professional tours in the same kind of individual competition the Olympics is doing. If they really wanted to re-introduce golf it should have been two-man teams representing countries, and the participants amateurs.

…Speaking of amateur golf, I just finished reading Mark Frost’s The Match: The Day the Game of Golf Changed Forever, and it was both interesting and a delight, talking about a match between two professionals (Ben Hogan and Byron Nelson) playing a big stakes match against two amateurs at the time (Ken Venturi and Harvie Ward). It’s a reminder of just how much esteem amateur golf used to be held in before Arnold and Jack came along and made professional golf what it is today. And here is where the Olympics folks made their mistake. Professional golf (just like professional basketball) already has their place in the sports world; making the Olympics opened solely to amateurs would make for a far more interesting narrative.

Frost’s book also serves as a reminder about how glamorous the game of golf was back in the late ’50s and early ’60s, with all the Hollywood stars involved and the colorful players of the time. Frost’s book goes into how important the “Crosby Clambake” was in terms of putting up prize money for the pros and helping the. You not only had Bing’s Clambake, but tournaments sponsored by the likes of Bob Hope, Dean Martin, and Sammy Davis, Jr. Reading about those times, and then having to watch the likes of Bill Haas and other current-day PGA Tour pretty-boy robogolfers going about their business without any color whatsoever is just indicative of what happens when too much money gets involved.

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August 19, 2016

OK class, welcome to another edition of Musicology 101, where we pick a tune that few others would even think of caring about and dissect it to the nth degree so you get a greater appreciation of both the music and the musicians involved.

I’m a big Lindsay Buckingham fan – he’s one of my all-time favorite guitarists and artists who has made his mark as one of the trio of creative muses that comprised the most popular and successful line-up Fleetwood Mac ever had. Judging from some of the interviews and videos I’ve seen, as a person he strikes me as incredibly dominating, conceited, a wicked drama queen, and someone positively full of himself. But when you’re as talented as he is, and someone who have lived at the upper echelon of the rock music industry as he has, with gazillions of records sold under your belt, well, I’m gonna give dude a pass. I think he’d be fascinating to share a beer or a glass of Pinot Grigio with.

What makes Buckingham so good, and one of my rock heroes, is that he’s never been afraid to push the envelope. After the band sold millions upon millions of records with Rumours, it was Buckingham who resisted the corporate pressure to not mess with the formula and deliver another album of a similar type, instead pushing the band to release the wildly eclectic and innovative Tusk – ranked #4 on my list of all-time greatest albums.

More than anything else, I respect Buckingham for the way he’s always worn his heart on his sleeve, never afraid to share the depths of his inner self in his music, especially when it comes to his oft-times conflicted relationship with one-time love and fellow band-mate Stevie Nicks. When Buckingham is writing about love and its trials and tribulations you can sense there’s always something about Stevie lying somewhere beneath the surface. And why wouldn’t it? You’re talking about Stevie Nicks after all, right? Not just your average girl down the street.

Which brings us to our song for today, one of the best songs Buckingham (at least in my view) has ever written for Fleetwood Mac, “Bleed To Love Her”. Originally conceived as a new offering for the Mac’s 1997 “The Dance” reunion concert and album, it wasn’t formally released as a studio version until their 2003 release Say You Will.

Before we get into the various arrangements of the song, let’s look at the lyrics first. I love how simple and brutally honest they are, illustrating the underlying frustration and longing towards the object of his affection. She’s there, both physically and (perhaps) emotionally, but then she’s not; the love and the passion are there, but it’s illusive – so much so that in his very being he’s left wondering if she feels the same: is she just a tease and he a fool. And perhaps she feels the same way, yet not ready to totally commit her heart and her soul as he is:

Once again she steals away
Then she reaches out to kiss me
And how she takes my breath away
Pretending that she won’t miss me

Oh I would bleed to love her
Bleed to love her
Oh I would bleed to love her

And once again she calls to me
Then she vanishes in thin air
And how she takes my breath away
Pretending that she’s not there

Oh I would bleed to love her
Bleed to love her
Oh I would bleed to love her

Somebody’s got to see this through
All the world is laughing at you
Somebody’s got to sacrifice
If this whole thing’s going to turn out right

Oh I would bleed to love her
Bleed to love her
Oh I would bleed to love her

The song is about wanting what you may not be ever able to experience (or experience again?), and what the price might be. It’s raw and brutal in its honesty, the kind of lyric that you’d love to share with someone you hold deep in your heart and spirit, but, like the best rock and roll lyrics, the kind of thing that would sound positively idiotic if you were to actually speak the actual words to someone. Simply put, these are words spoken from the heart: what being truly in love (and perhaps in lust?), is like.

There are three versions I’d like to share, each of them unique in their own way. But before I go further I’m begging you to turn up the volume. That way – at least in the first two versions – you can truly appreciate the musicianship and the attention to detail being presented. And before I turn this sucker loose, pay close attention to Buckingham’s plucked intro: not only is it intricate and beautiful in a heartfelt way, its repeated downward-progression riff sets the mood for the entire song; in rock and roll the sure sign of a sad song coming your way.

First up, the earliest version, from The Dance. I’ve always found that first impressions matter most when it comes to what makes a particular song popular, and “Bleed To Love Her” grabs you right from the start: the guitar intro, and the way Mick Fleetwood’s drums usher in a solid, heavy feel. Because there’s a video associated with this version, it’s hard to separate the aural from the visual, but two points: 1) Steve Nicks is actually pretty tiny – look at the heels she has to wear to even come close to Buckingham’s height!, and 2) look at the eye connection between Buckingham, Nicks, and keyboardist Christine McVie throughout. Nothing romantic (I don’t think) just a sense of the pure joy that comes with a band playing together and knowing they’re absolutely locked in. Pretty cool. It’s a passionate, heartfelt song delivered simply and honestly. I loved it from the first time I heard it.

The second version is the studio version from Say You Will, and here we’re talking an entirely different breed of cat. First of all, the rather simple, stripped down performance from The Dance (obviously the result of it being performed live) is replaced by all the bells and whistles one might expect from a studio version. Rather than Buckingham’s guitar backed solely by what sounds like a second strummed guitar in The Dance, here you have layers upon layers of guitar work that weave in and out of the recording. Mick Fleetwood’s drums (at least to this ear) arrive in a jarring, awkward way, and it takes a couple of listens to get accustomed to them. They definitely sound augmented in some electronic fashion, not necessarily to the son’s detriment, just different. And John McVie’s bass sounds like it has just a hint of distortion to it – something I find quite appealing. It’s a busier arrangement than The Dance‘s version, for sure – almost too busy, to the point where the song’s heartfelt sentiments come dangerously close to being lost in the wash of sound. Whether it does or not I’ll leave to the listener to decide.

When I first heard this version I actually hated it, but by the third time around I loved it for just how different it was from the live version. Besides the additional percussion I hear multiple guitars and even the ringing tone of a dulcimer (a la one of their early hits, “Over My Head”). Also notice that, unlike the tight three-part harmony of Buckingham, Nicks, and McVie on the first version, there’s only Lindsay and Stevie here (McVie wasn’t a part of Say You Will), and even at that Nicks’s harmony seems buried in the mix. Again, not better, not worse, just different. What makes this version so cool is the multi-layered guitar work that takes the song through to its extended finish: I find it totally mesmerizing right to the fade.

The final version is from a live performance in Brisbane, Australia last year. While the song itself isn’t – at least to these ears – presented in the best possible light: it’s played too slow, somewhat dispassionate, and notable in the fact that Nicks doesn’t seem interested in participating in the harmonies (interesting!), it’s notable in the lengthy introduction by Buckingham – providing, perhaps, an all-to-honest portrayal of the song’s inspiration. It’s fascinating to me, and just shows you how Buckingham isn’t afraid to share what’s in his heart to thousands of fans.

In the end, I think of “Bleed To Love Her” as the emotional counterpoint to Stevie Nicks’s classic “Silver Springs”. In both cases, you have an artist unafraid to “go there” – something that, at its core has always been what has made the music of this particular iteration of Fleetwood Mac so unique and so enduring.

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August 18, 2016

It’s Elvis Week 2016 – hard to believe next year’s week will mark the 40th year since “The King” died. Makes you kind of wonder what he’s be doing these days if he had lived and straightened both himself and his career out, doesn’t it.

Steamroller Blues

There have been a lot of book on Elvis, of course, but to my mind the very best was the two-volume set by Peter Guralnick: “Last Train To Memphis: The Rise of Elvis Presley” and “Careless Love: The Unmaking of Elvis Presley” are really not just great reads, but interesting reads even if you’re not a huge fan of The King. Guralnick’s a great writer and paints as true a picture of Presley as an incredibly talented, yet tortured and conflicted soul better than anyone has. Two must-reads.

Way Down

It would be just like the Black Lives Matter crowd to try and spoil something that would bring folks of all kinds together. But that’s what they do – word is that the Milwaukee violence following the shooting death of that young punk criminal last weekend was the work of Chicago outsiders.

My Mom loved this video and version of “How Great Thou Art”. Whenever I used to see it, it made me think of my days singing in the St. Anne’s Episcopal Church choir with the likes of Don McKeown and Charlie Corkum. They’re all gone now, Don and Charlie long so. There are only a few of us who sang in the choir around that time in the early and mid-’70s still hanging around. Whenever I see this video I think of them all, but most of all Mom.

25 fun facts about Elvis.

One Night

A few weeks ago I wasted an entirely precious hour watching TruthTV or something like that doing a special on whether Elvis was still alive. It was stupid – they brought in authors to make these outrageous claims that Elvis was seen at the Memphis airport the night he supposedly died, that there was a look-alike who stood in (actually lay in) the coffin during Elvis’s funeral – all kinds of crazy things. It was akin to hanging around to watch the aftermath of a car accident in that it made you feel sleazy. And then, five minutes remaining in the show they bring all the writers back to debunk all the rumors they had talked about earlier. I felt a huge let-down, not just of being taken in to waste all that time, but that I even hung around to watch it. Oh well.

He’ll Have To Go

Of all the songs Elvis has done, “He’ll Have To Go” has to be my favorite. Not only was it the last song Elvis ever recorded, but I love how moody and passionate his version is, the atmosphere lightened only by the strings in the background and James Burton’s way-cool grungy / bluesy guitar fills and break. You can almost feel the humidity of a Memphis afternoon seeping out of the recording. And word is this wasn’t even the final vocal planned – it was just a “guide vocal” for the musicians to play along to. Unbelievable.

Looks like Tracey and I will be hitting Vegas for our upcoming 30th wedding anniversary celebration, and as we did for our tenth – or was it our fifteenth? – we’re planning on renewing our vows at the Graceland Wedding Chapel. When we were there the last time our Elvis was what I’d say was a circa-1974 Elvis but from the website it looks like the Elvis they have now is more circa 1968, he almost looks like a cross between Elvis and Michael Jackson. But no matter, it will all be good!

Promised Land

Elvis’s movies ranked best to worst. The cool things about an Elvis movie festival on cable is you can take a day off from reality, make yourself popcorn and order pizza for delivery and just turn your brain off for a while. Kinda like James Bond movies in that regard.

Memphis, Tennessee

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August 16, 2016

If you didn’t tune in to Donald Trump’s monumental speech in West Bend, Wisconsin, all I can say is, check it out. It was a speech any conservative worth his salt has been begging – if not dying – for a Republican presidential candidate to make ever since Ronald Regan left the Oval Office.

From this perspective, the points Trump emphasized in his speech weren’t altogether new – heck, I’ve been preaching this same gospel from the very beginning of this blog and as late as yesterday’s post: that the Democratic Party has kept Black America on the plantation for the last century, doing irreparable harm to (OK, I’ll say it) African-American culture, families, and traditions, all under the guise of providing a “helping hand”, but, more cynically, to keep them on the plantation and wedded to the Democratic Party every four years.

The other points Trump made in his speech were equally as effective: the mainstream media’s and Democrats’ war against law enforcement, the Constitution, and the rule of law. That the only way out of this country’s inner-city cycle of violence, misery, and dependency is through education (school choice), jobs, enhanced law enforcement (especially the targeting of gangs), and the casting off the Democratic Party regimes that have ruled our inner cities for a half-century or more. He lobbed grenades at the incestuous relationship between the mainstream media, the Democrats, and the teachers unions, all of which work together to maintain a status quo that serves only themselves and their interests. And, most especially, he emphasized an America that he would serve regardless of class, color, creed, gender, or religion. Quite different from Barack Obama, who has pitted one group of Americans against another from the very start.

It was a bold speech, but one that needed to be said. Some are calling it a defining moment in the campaign; we’ll see. I thought it could have been delivered a little more smoothly, but then again, the message coming from someone who is obviously not a politician might only make it resonate that much more. What it does do, more than anything else in this campaign to date, is define who is the outsider talking hard truths needing to be told, and who is the Washington insider, insulated by the mainstream media, propped up by polls that have no basis in reality.

In tonight’s speech, Trump has opened the door to a dialog that has been needed for a long time, one between the Washington Beltway elites of both parties and folks trapped in the misery off inner-city, multi-generational dependency on big government, and one that until this moment no one – and I mean no one on the national stage had the courage to raise. If only for that, I applaud him for it.

America is thirsting for a strong leader, one who is unabashed in his love for the country and one who proclaims “America First”. Tonight, Donald Trump showed himself to be that leader.

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August 15, 2016

Ferguson, MO, Baltimore, and now Milwaukee. But there is also Detroit, Chicago, and Washington, DC. The headline: Lying Black Folks to Death. I would go so far as to say that, given the Democratic Party’s stranglehold on inner-city politics over the last half-century and the devastation it has caused in terms of countless lives lost and wrecked families (not that you’ll hear anything about this in the mainstream media), the appropriate headline should be “Lynching Black Folks to Death”:

When it comes to the problems of black Americans, the left outdoes itself in the art of deception. Virtually every assertion of the violent Black Lives Matter hate movement is a falsehood. Even the name of this vicious collection of groups is offensive. When challenged by those who respond with “All Lives Matter,” the BLM people thug-splain that what they really meant was “Black Lives Matter too.” But this assumes that white people don’t know this, that blacks in this country are treated as if their lives matter less than others.

The facts tell a different story. In about 85% of crimes involving whites and blacks, blacks were the attackers, whites the victims. Racial hatred of whites is at least — at least — as virulent among blacks as racial hatred of whites is among blacks. Assertions that black people can’t be racist are just more lies.

What’s truly disgraceful about the state of Black America – to heck with the term “African-American” (something which in my view has not only outlived its leftist connotation but serves to diminish the fact that we are talking about fellow Americans here) is that this is all the doing of the Democratic Party and the leftist, socialist, big government philosophy it espouses. You can’t really blame Republicans and the GOP in this; until recently they were the ones who were (emphasis on were) the party of less government, less regulation, more school choice, and the upholding of traditional values.

No, the Democrats own this – and no one more than Barack Obama, whose policies, words, and actions have not only done zilch for blacks in America during his presidency, but have resulted in the worsening of race relations to a point I never thought possible – something I believe he has done purposefully.

The only way out of this miserable abyss for Black America is to vote for someone who has never once played one group of Americans against another in terms of race, class, or gender. The only Americans Donald Trump is playing against one other are the Washington elites and their cohorts in the mainstream media waging war against the average everyday American trying to better themselves by working hard and doing whatever it takes to provide for themselves and their families. These Americans have lost their voice in Washington – a “Uniparty” exemplified by Bill and Hillary Clinton who use whatever connections they can to fill their own pockets through their connections to the connected and the wealthy, not just here in America, but worldwide. The Washington elites – of which Bill and Hillary Clinton and that criminal enterprise known as the Clinton Foundation are the poster children – are concerned only for themselves and protecting and consolidating the power and influence they have, and the money that goes along with it.

It’s a joke to think that Hillary Clinton cares one iota about the plight of inner-city youth and their broken families. All Hillary and her fellow Democrats care about is making sure the folks on the plantation they have worked so hard to create over the past 50+ years dutifully show up to vote on Election Day. And the fact that here at the dawn of the 21st century there is, in this country, such a chasm between the haves and the have nots who occupy so many Democrat-led inner cities is not just shameful, it is a disgrace. And to think that putting another Democrat in the White House is going to change things is laughable.

Black America needs to take a serious look at Donald Trump.

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August 14, 2016

A few thoughts on the Trump and Hillary campaigns with only three months to go that I guarantee you can take to The Great White Shank bank. Ignore at your own risk.

…If you follow the mainstream media you’d be hard-pressed not to think that the Trump campaign was in full melt-down and coming apart at the seams. And were your only news sources the major networks, CNN, MSNBC, the major East Coast newspapers, Yahoo!, and NPR I wouldn’t blame you one bit – they’re fully-invested in propping up Hillary Clinton’s sorry, corrupt carcass and spinning a narrative that runs counter to what’s really happening out there. Sharyl Attkisson speaks of just this very thing in this interview with Steve Malzberg of NewsMax TV, and it’s worth a listen. If there is anything the 2016 election season will have proven when all is said and done is the depths the media has allowed itself to plumb in its insatiable desire to see Donald Trump’s candidacy utterly destroyed.

…Today the mainstream media is mocking Trump’s announced 50-state campaign strategy but it makes sense when you realize that Trump’s plan is to run a pure 50-state populist campaign that bypasses the mainstream media through: a) massive events involving thousands of attendees, b) non-registered voter registration, c) voter enthusiasm, d) social media, and e) more traditional interviews with local media. Trumpgasm blog equates this strategy to lighting small fires across a landscape that ultimately grow into a massive wildfire that overwhelms everything in its path by Election Day. Will it work? I guess only time will tell.

…The mainstream media loves to talk about optics. You want optics? Here are two pictures from last Wednesday: Hillary in Iowa vs. Trump in Ft. Lauderdale. Now you tell me who’s campaign is truly leading in the polls.

…One thing that has become totally apparent is the strategy of the mainstream media to focus on Trump’s supposed “gaffes” in order to keep the spotlight off of Hillary Clinton and the drip-drip-drip of scandal and corruption engulfing both her and her campaign. Consider yesterday’s release of the Clinton taxes: what should have been a defining moment of her campaign to goad Trump further into releasing his own taxes instead illustrated the Clintons’ inherent corruption, showing a whopping 96% of their charitable contributions going to – what else? – the Clinton Foundation, the other 4% to a PGA Tour event sponsored by – you guessed it – the Clinton Foundation! Honestly folks, you can’t even make this stuff up…

…Hillary’s sit-down with Chris Wallace on last week’s “Fox News Sunday” will (at least in my view) go down as the biggest gaffe of the campaign. Her unwillingness to admit she lied both to the FBI and to Congress about her e-mails, and to mischaracterize FBI director James Comey’s testimony before Congress that she didn’t lie not only gave the Trump campaign more ammunition than it could ever hope to get (wait for the ads), but in doing so only confirmed the suspicions of just about anyone who still didn’t think so that Hillary is not just untrustworthy as a presidential candidate but flat-out liar.

…Of course, Democrats won’t care – they’d vote Charles Manson for president if they thought for a second he’d further their political agenda. And I’m not kidding.

This story is making the rounds at various conservative blogs. It certainly wouldn’t surprise me if in fact it’s true both in terms of: a) Trump’s performance against all demographics across the board, and b) pollsters who are paid by major news organizations needing to show results that meet the needs of those organizations rather than what’s actually happening out there. I’m not ready to go that far, but if it is in fact true I’m guessing you’ll see evidence of it soon enough by mid to late September, either from word of campaign shakeups, or the way the campaigns start allocating their spending, or (in the case of the Hillary campaign) leaked stories by worried DNC or campaign staffers to the New York Times or the Washington Post.

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August 12, 2016

Re-posted here from something I saw over at the Conservative Treehouse blog. Pretty funny…

Question:
What is the truest definition of Globalization?

Answer:
Princess Diana’s death.

Question:
How come?

Answer:
An English princess with an
Egyptian boyfriend crashes in a
French tunnel, riding in a
German car with a
Dutch engine, driven by a
Belgian who was drunk on
Scottish whisky, followed closely by
Italian Paparazzi, on
Japanese motorcycles, treated by an
American doctor, using
Brazilian medicines. This is sent to you by a
Canadian, using
American Bill Gates’ technology. You may be reading this on your computer, that uses
Taiwanese chips,and a
Korean monitor, assembled by
Bangladeshi workers in a
Singapore plant, transported by
Indian truck drivers, hijacked by
Indonesians, unloaded by
Sicilian longshoremen, and trucked to you by
Mexicans who are in the
USA illegally because the current president, educated as a Muslim in
Indonesia, refuses to enforce US law.
That, my friends, is Globalization!

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August 9, 2016

Just in case your local weather forecast covered it, yep, that was us. I was doing work in my office as usual and in fact had just gone out a few minutes before because I thought I had heard thunder and saw these dark low gray clouds off to the southwest. I went back in and all of a sudden it was if all the light of day suddenly disappeared. I got up and went out back and all I can say is it was like looking at a blizzard in January back in New England, except this was all brown. I tried to take a picture of it but the picture just doesn’t do justice to how much dust was in the air. It was truly amazing. It was easily the second worst dust storm I’ve seen since we’ve been here, just behind this one.

…Just another monsoon season in the Valley of the Sun.

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August 7, 2016

A few thoughts at the end of another hot August weekend and hoping we get some big rains from Javier later in the week:

…Funny, I was watching the Olympics today and they were showing the women’s cycling event. I was just thinking to myself various ways in which they could make the event more interesting – for example, like having it take place on the median strip with cars racing past them in both directions – when the leader with no one around her suddenly takes a header. Crazy man.

The same holds true with the other events; they’re all just sooo boring. For example, wouldn’t men’s volleyball be more interesting if they electrified the net? Or allowed the kayaks racing to have a gun placement on each bow? Or put sharks in the same pool as the swimmers? Now that would get me watching! Otherwise? Meh.

…So it’s the first week in August and I see at the local Fry’s the Sam Adams Summer Ales have all been replaced with Octoberfests. I understand marketing, but jeez, we’re still neck-deep in summer here. Fortunately, there were a couple of cases of Summer still around so I grabbed them. Octoberfest is my all-time fave Sammy, but everything in its good time, right?

…Headed back to the gym yesterday for my first workout since late February. Felt good. By the time the holidays come around I’ll be back in the same tip-top shape I was before my mom got sick. One of the Saturday regulars recognized me and said with a grin, “We thought you had died. You look like shit, get back to work!” Talk about incentive!

…No one listens to The Great White Shank, Vol. 4,234: So the lady who runs the Scottsdale rabbit rescue we frequent for bunny supplies had been getting pressured to move for months because the landlord wants to upgrade the property to put in hotsy-totsy home improvement companies. She’d been having no luck finding a new location, so I told her to go to the news media and start naming names, telling them a bunch of helpless, cute bunnies were about to be tossed to the curb due to a heartless landlord. She’d been resisting, expressing confidence that things would work out, but I wasn’t so sure – the landlord was playing hardball.

Turns out while I was away for Goodboys Invitational weekend things must have gotten desperate because she finally took my advice and took her plight to the Arizona Republic. I especially like the part in bolding:

A rescue sanctuary that cares for about 80 rabbits in north Scottsdale is scrambling to find a new home after the current landlord declined to renew its lease earlier this week.

Tranquility Trail Animal Sanctuary, which has operated a small shelter near Hayden and Redfield roads for five years, has just six weeks to find a new building, Executive Director Kelly Ames told The Republic. The group is setting up temporary foster homes where it can send the rabbits if it does not find a new location in time, she said.

The sanctuary pays about $6,000 per month for its 6,200-square-foot space in an industrial/office building at 7848 E. Redfield Road, Ames said. The landlord has raised the non-profit’s rent twice in the past year but had initially agreed to let Tranquility Trails stay on a renewed lease, she said.

That changed suddenly when the time came to sign lease papers, Ames said. Greater Airpark Realty Services manages the building and declined comment when contacted by The Republic.

Heh. I’ll bet! No surprise, then, that a week later, someone came forward to offer the bunnies a bigger place, less than a mile away, and at a lower monthly rent! So it’s a big win for the bunnies. Sooner or later y’all will start listening to The Great White Shank.

…You know what I like about August? Changing the music I listen to while working from surf music to classical. There’s something soft and sentimental about August that makes classical music just perfect.

…Never mind what happened to Debbie Wasserman Shultz and the rest of the DNC hacks who had to resign because of Hillary’s e-mails – DWS got a cozy gig with – gasp! – the Clinton campaign, and the other hacks will do just fine in their next Democratic Party gigs (if they haven’t already). At least they didn’t lose their lives. Is there anything Hillary touches that doesn’t result in death, destruction, or mayhem?

…When the season is over and done with and manager John Farrell has (thankfully!) been fired, we will look back on this past West Coast visit as that moment when the season was lost and the Sox’s post-season hopes were dashed. The fact is, this has become a very average team. David Price sucks. Farrell has worn out Junichi Tazawa and Koji Uehara. They need a real third baseman and a real first baseman. They could use a left fielder who can thump and perhaps a catcher as well. But first and foremost they need a manager who knows how to run a pitching staff.

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