No, you silly gaggle of geese, I didn’t hit any stores on Black Friday for anything. Why should I? There’s the Amazon web page as a Favorite if I need it (which I won’t), and besides, I promised the twins I’d get the Christmas tree out of the garage and get it put up and fluffed out so they can decorate it while I’m playing a round of golf at Stonecreek Golf Club today (Saturday). The weather is going to be beautiful, and the course being the challenge it always is will serve as a perfect tune-up for golf in Las Vegas when I meet my Goodboys friends there next weekend. In the meantime…

What a moron:

An American tourist was killed by arrows shot by protected tribesmen living in one of the world’s most isolated regions tucked in India’s Andaman islands, police said Wednesday.

John Chau, 27, had taken a boat ride with local fishermen before venturing alone in a canoe to the remote North Sentinel Island where the indigenous people live cut off completely from the outside world.

As soon as he set foot on the island, Chau found himself facing a flurry of arrows, official sources told AFP.

Contact with several tribes on the islands, set deep in the Indian Ocean, is illegal in a bid to protect their indigenous way of life and shield them from diseases.

Actually, as it turns out, he was a missionary. But I’m sorry, I don’t feel sorry for this clown. Guess I’ve gotten into Jordan Peterson’s general overriding philosophy that we here in the privileged West need to focus on cleaning up our own selves and situations before we start trying to “improve” the lives of others.

…the same holds true as far as our foreign policy is concerned: there is nothing wrong with “America First” and keeping “the big picture” the big picture. For the media to focus so much attention on the death of a so-called “journalist” (which he wasn’t, BTW) is just them finding yet another outlet to express their rabid hatred of President Trump.

…but back to Mr. Chau for one final observation: as one of the commenters joked (or at least I think they were):

I admire a people that have a strict policy about illegal immigration. We could learn something from them.

Fortunately, I’ve never had to do this before, but it would certainly be an interesting kitchen experiment.

The usual media suspects are all saluting Chief Justice John Roberts chiding President Trump for being critical of “an Obama judge” on the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals or his temporary blocking of restrictions on migrants seeking asylum, but Roberts has done nothing – nothing – to show himself worthy of chiding anyone over anything. As Mark Levin rightly notes, it was Roberts who sided with the Obama administration over Obamacare (something that was clearly unconstitutional). Were it not for Roberts and John McCain, there is little doubt the GOP would have performed far better in the mid-term elections, perhaps even keeping the House.

If it’s gonna be Christmas time, then I can’t think of a better singer and song choice than this.

…and speaking of Shawn Colvin and looking forward to my upcoming visit to Sin City, Colvin does one great (and haunting) version of this Elvis classic.

I get that President Trump might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but it’s a 100% guarantee you’ll never hear him trash America like his predecessor seems to enjoy doing so much. I can’t think of another person in American history who misused and abused the heartfelt and genuine good will and yearning for unity this country gave him by voting him into the White House. He’s a disgrace, a tiresome and reprehensible ass, and someone who one would think should know better. But he’s so full of himself he can’t help it.

Funny how you don’t hear more American success stories like this on the talking-head cable and major news networks. If you think something like this would have been possible under a Hillary Clinton presidency, you’re dreaming.

Consider me, for one, hopeful that if our government has plans for this kind of apocalyptic event, it has done its homework for events far greater in terms of possibility. Or maybe that’s hoping too much.

Old, outdated, and (sadly) lost to antiquity: asking your mom to pick up some boxes of Bell’s Seasoning at the local Market Basket in Billerica, Massachusetts and mail it to Arizona via the U.S. Postal Service.

…new and hip: just order it online through Amazon. Easy peasy Japan-easy.

As it turned out, the whole Phil / Tiger “match” was nothing more than a reflection of the holiday season it was scheduled to take place in: an orgy of self-indulgence that, in the end, I don’t think does either of them good. Looking at it from across the pond, I think the Brits commenting on it had it right.

This is not a bad list, but I would have to add “Paper Tiger: An Obsessed Golfer’s Quest to Play with the Pros” to the list. Not only is it an interesting and fun read, it makes you realize just how damned good the pros are, and just how wide the gulf is between the best golfer you might happen to know and the pros who tee it up for a living.