January 17, 2019

Jeepers, what a way to lose the brand wars. Whatever happened to companies, y’know, focusing on making and selling a good product and leaving the social justice warrior stuff and sermonizing to the do-gooders?

Free Republic contributor “Gort_Klaatu” hits the nail squarely on the head when he (or she) writes, Gillette Has Got It Backwards – It’s Toxic Feminism That Is Ruining Our World:

Gillette will hopefully go belly-up due their recent commercial that, as many other parts of today’s society are now doing – vilifying men at every chance they get. The real problem of our societal slide is toxic feminism. This is evidenced in every form of media we are exposed to.

A few examples:

The TV show “The View” in which four radical women shout down a pretend moderate to the wild cheers of their like-mined studio audience.

A freshman congresswoman who refers to the president as a “Mother——” without gaining so much as a rebuke from her own political party. Nancy Pelosi and other women politicians usually have a milquetoast of a man standing beside them waiting to say “Yes Dear”.

The rampant belief that there is more than one gender which is championed by feminists at every turn because this helps build their cause. By allowing women to call themselves men they try to prove they need no biological males and that anything a real man can do, a pretend man can do just as well. By encouraging men to call themselves women, feminists welcome them into the fold with open arms because the brainwashing will be so much easier now.

Men that have been indoctrinated into seeing things “from a woman’s inclusive point of view”, have destroyed institutions such as the Boy Scouts, and demoralized and weakened our military. These same “men” such as Mitt Romney, Jeff Flake, and every major male newsman have made the real men in this world the enemy because they would rather have a latte and prove to women that they are comfortable with their sensitive side.

When they need a tire changed, their plumbing fixed, and worse yet, a crime from being committed on their person they can fend for themselves if the think men aren’t important.

Europe has turned their back on real men and look at the hell they are going through now with the animalistic invaders from other countries destroying their society with rampant crime. But men that point these things out are called evil, racist, misogynistic, homophobes.

Time for real men to take a stand and stop his crap once and for all.

Of course, this has been coming for some time, ever since Women’s Lib movement of the Sixties, which was laudable for its desire to bring about a more equal playing field for women in the workplace. But like anything associated with liberalism, the movement was never satisfied with any form of progress until its evolution into Feminazism and the final goal to grind masculinity in all its forms into the dust to the point where it has become a cancer that affects everything in our culture – most especially how companies do business. Don’t believe me? Look at your own companies – you’ve got women in upper management who spend their days not so much concerned about what the company does but how it goes about it. Look at your company’s legal and Human Resources departments – what was once a fairly simple, yet effective “Personnel” department dedicated to hiring, firing, and paying employees has been turned into an overbearing do-gooder monstrosity known as Human Resources (which, BTW, is neither human nor a resource).

Look at any institution and see what the recruitment of women has done for them; while on the surface you might see what some would call “progress”, you don’t see success. Look at what the mainline Protestant churches have turned into, the decline in standards, quality of clergy, and – not surprisingly – membership. I’ve seen it up front and know what I’m talking about. See what the influx of gay clergy has done to the Roman Catholic Church over the past fifty years. Look at your colleges and universities, and the quality of education in our public schools. Let me tell you – it’s not men who are driving the agendas and the quality of education into the sewer. Look at your local public schools and the feminization of everything: playgrounds used to be a place where boys fought and played dodgeball and rough-housed around; now every boy and girl in the local weekend soccer league gets an trophy for simply “participating”. Everything these days is about quotas and fairness and every kind of bullshit that goes with that. And it ain’t men who are driving this agenda, I can tell you that.

What this country – indeed, our Western culture desperately needs is for men everywhere to stand up and step up to emphasize the point that the world is filled with winners and losers. Life isn’t fair. Nothing, for that matter, is fair – not in this world, not on this planet, not anywhere. It’s dog-eat-dog out there – as it should be – where only the strongest survive. Let me tell you: there is no greater disenfranchised group in this country right now than young men. Metrosexual hipsters whose fathers weren’t around because their parents’ divorce decree left them in the custody of over-bearing and well-meaning but overly-protective mothers. Where are the father figures? Where are the men who once taught their sons manly things? In the end, there are only two kinds of men in the world, those who prey on the weak, and those who are needed to stand up to them and repel them. Who’s going to rise up when the next Hitler comes around? Who will we be able to rely on to stop him? The gender-questionable teen at the local McDonald’s with the braces, pink hair, and stud in his nose who talks like the guy who picks out the dresses on “Say Yes To The Dress”? I don’t think so.

The feminization of men is creating a generation of men who deep down resent the overt female influences in their lives and turn on women in order to use them and abuse them as retribution for the self-hatred they feel for being the wusses they have become. Ask most women what they are looking for in a man, they’ll say someone who is strong and confident man who is confident in his own skin, who can be a protector, equal, a bread-winner, a good father. What woman would want some lazy, unmotivated girly-man, unsure of who or what he is, dependent upon a mommy figure to tell him what to do, how to dress, what to think, and dependent on her to bring home the bacon? But that’s what the Women’s Movement has created.

Enough is enough! Men of the world unite! More meat, less broccoli! Make par, not war. But if you’re called upon to make war, do what William Tecumseh Sherman and George Patton – real men in their own right – instructed their troops to do: kill them, kill them all. And it takes a certain kind of man – a manly man – to conduct war. Can you imagine today’s wusses, crouched low in landing craft bobbing and heaving towards some beachhead in the South China Sea, one hand on their carbine, the other holding their spiced lattes aloft so as not to have them spill?

…which is why, I suppose, that liberals hate Donald Trump so much. As an unapologetic alpha male, he celebrates the alpha males in our society – the military, our fire and police, our border agents – you know, all those institutions traditionally staffed and dominated by men. If you want to call it masculine toxicity, fine, but if you’re in a bank being robbed, who do you want to see come to your rescue, this guy or this guy?

You know what I say? Give every man what he wants deep-down: a fast car, a barbecue grill for grilling massive amounts of meat, a smoker to smoke those meats, and a six-pack of beer that he can guzzle while smoking up the neighborhood for the good of his family. A man unashamed to show his love for his children, to help with their homework, a man who wants to break 90 on a regular basis but is yet unafraid to help with the work around the house as an equal partner. A man who works as hard as he plays. A man unashamed of being a man, damn it.

…and if he happens to look at a pretty girl and admire the way she walks down the street, get off his ass! As long as looks but doesn’t touch where’s the friggin’ harm? If he wants to watch a war movie or the damned football game, or take his son fishing or play catch down at the local ball field in order to create a bond, let him do it. If he wants to play golf in the Saturday league down at the local country club, then kick back with a beer or two afterwards, let him! Far better than pestering him and bitching about the fact he doesn’t want to accompanying you to your yoga or Pilates class.

Gillette is making a big mistake here. They’re destroying their manly brand, but that’s what the women who created the ad campaign set out to do. They want to go woke? Let them go broke.

Now, excuse me while I refill my glass of Pinot Grigio (just slightly chilled, thank you) and work on those Olivia Newton-John and ABBA posts I’ve been meaning to get to. There’s also laundry to do.

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January 15, 2019

Caught this post by Ace of Spades because it had to do with one of my favorite subjects: wine:

Oh, to answer the question: “good wine” means the one you like and can afford (the cheaper the better). I generally stick to a particular style of wine, and currently that means Australian Shiraz or Shiraz-blends that are made in the old style of big fruit and not a lot of tannin and acid. Unfortunately they are getting harder and harder to find, because ass-hats like the writer of the above review have an out-sized influence on wine-making style. Don’t let their virtue-signalling idiocy influence your wine buying. Wine writers are mostly full of shit, and themselves, and what little utility they provide is a consistency in description, and not all of them can do that. Find one who makes sense, and figure out how he describes the kind of wine you like. Hell, he might hate it, but as long as he uses the same descriptors you’ll be fine.

I never thought about using that strategy before, but I’ll bet it works. I’m no wine snob, but if other folks want to be so that’s OK with me. With wine, it’s all about the mood and what you like.

…BTW, there are two really good movies having to do with wine: “Sideways”, and “Bottle Shock”. “A Good Year” isn’t bad, either – but then again, how could it not be? Anything with Russell Crowe in it has gotta be good, right?

But I digress.

Me, I have to say I’m not really adventurous when it comes to wine, but I’ll try anything once. I do try to stay away from Cabernet Sauvignons and Chardonnays, only because I find them a little heavy for my tastes. For reds, I’m more of a blends guy. I absolutely luv-luv-luv Greg Norman Estates Cabernet Merlot and virtually any kind of chianti. As far as whites, my go-to is Pino Grigio, the drier the better. My daily habit is a couple of glasses of Principato, but on a hot summer afternoon after a round of golf a chilled glass of Sauvignon Blanc, Chenin Blanc, or even a Riesling, is OK by me.

You can read the rest of Ace’s post for good wine talk, but check out the embedded video for chicken-fried steak. Man, that got my mouth watering pretty good. The chef’s idea of cutting the fat out of that pice of ribeye and using it for flavoring is pretty cool. Just so’s ya know, just as Omaha Steaks makes one helluva pot roast (although you got to keep checking for when it’s on sale), they also make a very nice chicken-fried steak. Heat both sides in a 400-degree oven for 15 minutes a side and it makes for a very nice dinner with shredded or diced potatoes.

…and the chef is right about beef and pork fat. Never, ever cook your bacon in a microwave! Cook it on the stovetop and save the reserved grease for when you’re doing home fries or shredded spuds, or (my favorite) cook your cut-up Brussels sprouts in it with a little white wine, garlic, and chopped onion. You’ll be glad you did!

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January 14, 2019

First the good news: had my follow-up with the hand quack who performed my Xiaflex procedure. He called it a “home run”, said it couldn’t have gone better. I mentioned my concerns about the pain and swelling I was still having, and he assured me it would go away in time. I’m counting on him for that to be true, because, while I can swing a golf club OK, hitting balls right now is out of the question. On Saturday I went down the street to the PGA Tour Superstore and hit some 7-irons from the 18th fairway at Pebble Beach, then had to quit after five balls because of the pain. My PT says I’m at least 6-8 weeks away from hitting balls without uncomfortable pain, although there is a possibility, albeit rare, it could take upwards of a year before that kind of pain is fully resolved. That sucks. If that’s the case, hasta la vista, Goodboys 2019. I’ll admit, I’m feeling a tad frustrated right now.

…but you read some of the stories of others who had the same procedure and, damn, I am fortunate.

This is pretty funny.

Been watching the Jillian Michaels / Al Roker debate over the keto diet and lifestyle from afar, and it’s pretty amusing. My view is that, while Michaels is a total fox, she’s also nothing more than a huckster in the same vein as, say, Rachael Ray and all the other Food Network stars. Take everything they say and sell with a grain of salt. It’s not like there isn’t a huge problem out there that Michaels is ignoring:

America has been fed (pun intended) false information about nutrition for decades. One biased and utterly garbage study was used as the basis of the “Food Pyramid” that the federal government touted for half a century (watch “The Magic Pill” on Netflix). The Food Pyramid’s biggest accomplishment was to help make heart disease the number one killer in America.

Thanks, experts!

A huge industry has grown up around helping fat people not be fat. This is because there are so many fat people in America. Jillian Michaels has profited greatly in this industry. A New World Order in which people can lose weight simply by buying better groceries and not spending money on “fat burner” supplements (which Michaels sells) is bound to be disturbing to those who have made a lot of money under the old system.

Michaels’ complete lack of regard in her rants for the most basic facts about keto lead me to believe that she is more fearful of the easy-to-obtain benefits of the lifestyle than she is about the well-being of the dieting public.

In Michael’s case, one would think given her history she’d be more interested in the welfare of folks to the extent that whatever inspires them and helps them to lose weight, just do it.

Me? I don’t trust anything – and I mean anything – the government and so-called “experts” tell me about anything. Think about it: the nanny state has never been more intrusive in our lives, and you have to wonder who the so-called “experts” are driving that agenda. You have Big Government, Big Oil, Big Pharma, Big Medicine, Big Food, Big Education, and Big Entertainment working together to push “common wisdom” on everything from diet to climate change, from cars we should be driving all the way down to baby car seats and sunscreen. And what has been the result? As a country and a culture we’ve become fat, physically and intellectually lazy, over-reliant on government, all to willing to accept opinion stated as fact, and unwilling to face hard facts and make tough choices about what the role of government is in our lives.

The president is right about the need to protect our southern border, but there’s also trouble afoot at our northern border as well. I personally don’t care as much about the wall as that we start taking seriously the enforcement of our immigration laws. If you are found here illegally, you’re allowed to apply for asylum. If your situation doesn’t apply, you go to the back of the line and are deported until you’re either accepted or turned down. A wall alone isn’t going to stop illegal immigration if we as a country can’t or won’t support our own immigration laws.

If you’ve got the body for it, the answer is yes. Next question?

As I’ve been saying all along, the whole “Russia Collusion” thing was nothing more than an Obama White House plot to torpedo the Trump administration’s ability to get its footing and protect both the “Deep State” and Obama’s socialist agenda from being overturned. The biggest mistake President Trump made was appointing a Washington insider like Jeff Sessions as Attorney General instead of someone who could find all the bad actors in the DOJ, Department of State, and the FBI who created two separate codes of justice: one for Hillary Clinton and them, the other for the rest of us.

This could be the first book I download onto the Kindle I got for Christmas. Looks like it’s a “must have” for all Jaws afficianados out there, most especially a few I know in GB Nation.

Asking the important questions. Me? I often wondered the same thing. (Hat tip: Instapundit)

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January 12, 2019

Thoughts heading into a weekend while wondering where the heck the last week went. I had planned to do some blogging but between work, the house, and the cars the week just got away from me. Eh, better luck next week!

Larry Schweikert has a fascinating Twitter thread about dieting and how the federal government (most especially, the FDA) is full of crap with their recommended studies published by so-called “experts”. I can – and will, starting in three weeks – drop 5-10 pounds on the Eades Diet (a modified Adkins Diet) and cutting out caffeine and alcohol. This time around, I’ll condense the first four weeks into two weeks as a way to just kick off the new year. After that, I’ll just continue to significantly reduce my intake of processed foods, eliminate high-fructose corn syrup and anything “white” – breads, pasta, sweets. It’s actually easy-peasy.

I can’t say that our house has much in the terms of clutter, but this makes sense to me. Me? I’m a minimalist, but inside Tracey lurks the soul of a hoarder who I doubt would throw anything out if given the choice. It’s not necessarily a New Year’s resolution, but I did resolve to reorganize all our closets and cabinets in both the garage and the house with the goal of culling out anything unnecessary and redundant.

I’ve been suspecting this kind of thing for years; most certainly, the Catholic Church would know more than anyone. Now, are most gays pedophiles? Of course not. But I’ll bet you dollars to doughnuts that the majority of pedophiles are gays. And they’ve been protected (and I would add, even encouraged) by an aggressive infiltration of major media and our colleges and universities by radical leftist and LGBTQ+ social activists. As I’ve said many times before, what you do in your bedroom is your business, but keep it out of my face. More and more, LGBTQ+ activists want to put their deviant lifestyles anywhere impressionable young people are – young people who don’t know any better. It’s disgraceful, but this is the way these deviants convince themselves that what they are is just natural and the norm – something far from the case.

I think it’s arguable which state produces the worst politicians, California or Massachusetts, but Howie Carr makes a pretty convincing case that the Bay State would take the cake. Think about it: any state whose voters would re-elect a transparent phony liar and elitist Elizabeth Warren as its senior senator has to be pretty bad. You’ll never see me planting my residential feet there ever again, I can tell you that. There are few better places than Massachusetts to visit in the summer and the fall, but politically, the state and its left-leaning ideology and Democratic politicians and political hacks are a cancer.

Hmmm. Maybe if I were a NFL defensive back I, too, would want the likes of Colin Kaepernick back in the league. A good opportunity to pad my stats for a salary run!

Another example of liberalism and its PC culture being a mental disorder. If there is anything good about liberals and liberalism, it is that both know nothing about moderation, so they’ll keep pushing and pushing their various agendas until a majority of the country (which presently considers them more of an annoyance than anything else), starts pushing back, big time. Maybe it will be when their towns try to ban the use of plastic straws or plastic shopping bags, or become magnets for the homeless and their camps – who knows? I’ve always said my generation, the baby boomers, are the worst thing that ever descended upon this country. Fortunately, a new generation is soon coming that, along with future generations, are going to sweep these morons away like a Gulf Coast hurricane.

While it’s too soon to tell how the Sox bullpen this year is to be configured, I have to agree. Here’s an idea: since Craig Kimbrel is still out there waiting for his big free-agent deal, why not offer him a one-year deal with a nice raise so he can try and prove himself for next year’s free-agent market? He was more than a rollercoaster last year, but he was an integral part of the team’s World Series championship.

This is CNN. Disgraceful.

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January 5, 2019

It’s the first weekend of the New Year, but, looking around, things don’t seem or look a whole lot different to me than they did a week ago. Me? I’ll be stripping the house – inside and outside – of all the Christmas remnants and getting some more house-cleaning in. January is a great month for that kind of thing.

Lots of folks like to use a new year for predicting future events. Now I’m no Jeremiah, but it wouldn’t surprise me in the least if, by this time next year, the Middle East will look a whole lot different politically than it does right now. Between a Palestinian / Israeli peace accord (which I believe the Trump administration is working hard on behind the scenes) and the inevitable collapse of the mullah’s regime in Iran, we could be on the verge of something historically ground-breaking. It wouldn’t, of course, mean an end to all the violence and turmoil over there, but the major players could look quite different than they do now.

…the sad thing is that Barack Obama had a golden chance to make all this happen eight years ago and chose to back (as he always did) Islam’s worst players and most extreme factions. Just another example of someone who I believe truly could have been one of the great presidents of all time, but he was just another arrogant leftist who surrounded himself with only like-minded people and actually believed all the glorified bullshit the mainstream media would regurgitate throughout his presidency.

…I am, however, going to go out on a limb and predict that Tiger Woods is going to get hurt again in 2019 to the point where we never see him again. Of course, that’s really a no-brainer – he had spent the better part of the past ten years hurt in one way or the other. Are you going to tell me that a complicated (albeit successful) spinal fusion operation turned his entire body into Superman? Of course not. You know what they say about tide and time – they wait for no man. Not even Tiger Woods.

R.I.P. Daryl Dragon, the “Captain” of The Captain and Tennille fame, who passed away Wednesday just a couple hours up the road in Prescott. Before he and his wife struck gold as a pop duo, Dragon played both an influential and instrumental (no pun intended) role in The Beach Boys between the years 1970 and 1972. His keyboard playing is all over the Sunflower, Surf’s Up, and Carl and the Passions – So Tough albums, and he never got credit for the many arrangements on tracks like “Don’t Go Near The Water” (he designed the song’s haunting a capella tag), “Forever” and “Cuddle Up” (Tennille can be heard singing high harmony during the middle section). It’s my favorite era in the group’s history, and Dragon had a, if not significant role, an important one in the group’s sound during that era.

This doesn’t surprise me at all. The college football season should be over and done with by now. January football belongs to the NFL. The fact the that college football can’t get finished on New Year’s Day is nothing more than corporate greed run amok – pretty much like everything else these days.

A very important article by Trevor Thomas over at The American Thinker about the virus of gender identification running amok through our culture. It’s a complicated issue for a genuine minority (I’m guessing), but in the vast majority of cases I’m guessing this is outright mental illness caused by brainwashing (culturally or parentally) and the victims exploited by the radical LGBTQ community as a wedge issue designed to make them feel good about their own neuroses and sexual hang-ups and deviancies. The fact that you have men identifying themselves as women allowed to compete in women’s sports is a sad and pathetic joke on the state of our culture, but you have powerful forces at the local, state, and federal level encouraging and seeking to legislate this kind of evil (which is what it is) and madness.

And speaking of our culture, it’s true, we have become a nation of slobs. One of the things I’ve come to hate about flying is seeing how people are dressed for air travel. I see folks dressed better at the gym! The next time you fly, take a good look at how people are dressed: lots of sandals without socks, sweats, and folks who obviously don’t care about how they are viewed by others. Which is one reason why, I believe, air travel has become such a hassle: people dress poorly and act poorly. I would sure hate to be a flight attendant these days. People that dress better act accordingly. But that genie was allowed to escape from the bottle years ago.

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January 2, 2019

It was a blissfully quiet start to 2019 here in the Richard household. The dining room, as beautiful and functional as it was during the holiday season – it never looked better! – was stripped of all its Christmas dressings, cleaned from top to bottom, and the dining room table adorned with a new centerpiece I bought at the Tranquility Trail thrift store for only fourteen bucks. Looks great, doesn’t it?

The same with the office, where the old ceramic tree originally given Tracey thirty years ago by my mom was returned to another year of storage in the garage. With the heat that place gets during a Valley of the Sun summer, it’s amazing it has held up this long. But it has. The Christmas tree in the living room and the outdoor house lights and decorations will have to wait until Saturday to come down, but come down, they will!

The first day of a new year has another tradition in the Richard household – which is, starting preparation for tax season. So all the receipts and the bills paid by check during 2018 are removed from their respective drawer and desk slot (only one slot this year, thanks to reducing our credit card usage to two cards and then paying them off as they are used) and put into Fry’s shopping bags for future reference. I’m not sure if we’re going to do the taxes this year ourselves or whether we’ll have someone else do them for us; either way, I’ll soon be working on the master Excel spreadsheet that will steer the process through to its inevitable (and expensive!) end.

Even though it was unusually rainy and cold on New Year’s Eve, I did some grilling and spirits were high so I got decked out in the “Commander in Beef” grilling apron my sis-in-law Tammy gave me for a Christmas present:

You don’t get too many New Years in the Valley of the Sun where it is cold and rainy (disappointing for all the folks visiting their snowbird friends for the holidays, I’m sure), but after two more mornings where the temps will be either at or below freezing, it looks like a return to the kind of “Arizona winter” most folks are accustomed to around these parts. The coming weekend would be perfect for hitting golf balls if I could hit golf balls, but that ain’t gonna happen anytime soon. My physical therapist says the hand is coming along nicely, but she says it will likely be another month before I start feeling comfortable enough to begin hitting balls, and that I need to be patient and let the healing process run its course. I hope she’s right – I’ll feel better about things only after hearing what the hand doctor says when I visit him next Monday. Hoping for the best.

At any rate, the year is off to a flying start!

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January 1, 2019

The old saying goes that whatever you are doing when the clock strikes midnight on New Year’s indicates how the next year is going to go for you. That’s where the tradition of kissing at midnight came from. The twins and I rang in an unusually wet and cold 2019 watching reruns of the old TV series Emergency! at midnight, and I toasted in the new year wearing a Bermuda T-shirt and with a finger of Pusser’s with one cube. So that either means 2019 will have a lot of emergency room visits (hope not!) or a trip to Bermuda (hope so!).

However y’all spent your own New Year’s Eve – and I hope it was a happy one – a happy, healthy and prosperous 2018 to all from Goodboys Nation weblog!

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