June 23, 2017

Every picture tells a story:

You first.

Class act.

Heroes work.

Classic surf.

Very cute, but evil.

Puzzling.

One can only hope.

Napkin math:

[Jon] Ossoff raised $23.6 million to make a symbolic run against President Trump, most of it from Marin County, California and Martha’s Vineyard in Massachusetts. Running the numbers, Democrats might have been better off considering that same amount would have bought 855,072 school lunches (at $2.76 each); 236,000 elementary school textbooks (at $100 each) or even 956 Priuses (at $24,685 each).

Max Weber said that the purpose of a bureaucracy is to maintain or expand its own power. Who cares about children, education or the environment when there’s power to be grabbed? Either that, or Democrats just aren’t very good with numbers.

And they most certainly liberals don’t give a sh*t about anything else except exerting and maintaining their power. They’re beyond reprehensible. (Hat tip: Instapundit)

World gone mad.

Monster vote in Georgia.

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June 20, 2017

Not only the longest day of the year, but out here in Phoenix likely the hottest as well. Just before I posted this at 3:30 PM, as you can see our backyard patio (in the shade) it showed 119.

It was already 108 when I hit the driving range for a large bucket at 11 AM. And it wasn’t just hot, it felt a little humid as well. By the time I was through it was 112 and I was a sweat-drenched rag from top to bottom. Taking a dip in our 90-degree pool felt pretty refreshing when I got home, I can tell you that!

And “Matthew’s Five-Minute Fix” continues to pay dividends. Ball-striking wise, it was my best range session in a long time. Not my personal best – I still remember one large bucket a couple of years ago where everything I hit was a beautiful controlled draw; not sure what I was doing right then, it never reappeared again. But right now I’m very pleased. I’m planning another session on Friday ahead of playing a round somewhere on Saturday. I’ll try and ride this wave as long as it lasts.

I’ve been saying all along that once all the investigations are done it will be shown that Donald Trump would have won at least 4 or 5 more states had it not been for all the illegal voting that undoubtedly happened. If this happened in 2008, you know damned well it was just as bad or worse in 2016. Between the Trump initiatives on illegal immigration and national election voter fraud, expect the Democrats to have even more of an uphill climb in 2020. If they can’t cheat, they can’t win.

Good luck with your new vocation, Colin Kaepernick. Hope you’re a damned better Social Justice Activist than you were a quarterback. At least no one will be able to accuse you as a SJA of throwing a ball like a girl.

…and speaking of troubled athletes, didn’t I tell y’all this was gonna happen? I’m still confused by one thing: what was he doing out there at 3 AM if he was taking such powerful pain meds? Something isn’t making sense. But the truth will eventually come out.

A hero in every sense of the word. May he rest in peace.

The Red Sox aren’t going to go far this year with the infield depth they currently have. The Josh Rutledges and Deven Merreros of the world just ain’t gonna cut it. Given that even with that lack of depth they once again sent Pablo Sandoval to the DL makes me hope we’ve somehow seen the last of “Fat Pig”. What a waste of money…

Never mind just how bad a candidate Hillary Clinton was. How the Democrats lost a completely-winnable 2016 election all wrapped up in a single post. It would be a must-read for every Democrat strategist out there, but that train left the station a long time ago and it ain’t never coming back.

You can’t have it be the longest day of the year and the start of summer without a bitchin’ surf band performance with Fender guitars and a hot chick bassist. With shoes that match her skirt, no less. :-)

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June 18, 2017

It was one year ago today that my mom passed away. I look back on the days preceding her passing and the week that followed and it all seems so unreal. It’s not like you can ever prepare for something like that happening (and to be truthful, compared to others who have had to witness one of their parents withering away with cancer or just fading away from view due to Alzheimer’s, I know we as a family had it about as best as anyone could rightly expect), you just have to go through it. True, my mom had had a rough 3-4 months at the very end, but she was under great care from family members and health care providers during that time, and she still had her wits about her to the end.

We should all end up so fortunate.

It was two days before she passed away that I was awoken by her care manager at the rehab facility. We were to discussing her status and (I thought) her treatment plan when she asked me when I was planning our next visit. I told her our intent was to get back around the first of July so we could be there for my parents anniversary on the 4th. I could feel the blood drain from my face when she said, “I think it needs to be sooner than that. Much sooner.”

“Like how much sooner?”, I asked.
“As soon as you can.”

Well, that was that. I called Mom at the rehab place, spoke to her for only a few minutes. She sounded kinda groggy and tired, but as was her way she didn’t want us to be bothered making the trip out there just for her. We were at the airport Saturday morning when I got a text that the family had been called to her bedside, so it became a question of whether we’d get there on time. I think we would have just made it had our rental car at the Logan Airport facility not been delayed by 45 minutes. Instead, we got there about 20 minutes or so after she had passed.

The following week was the most stress I’d ever felt myself under in my life. To me, it was all about keeping my mom’s wishes regarding her arrangements. She wanted it simple: no wake, a simple funeral, but in the end you’re just trying to compromise and keep everyone reasonably happy and things within reason, and I felt I did pretty damned well under the circumstances. The day we flew back to Arizona, a week after her passing, Tracey and I nursed Bloody Marys at the Legal Seafood at Logan Airport; my brain was like cotton candy, my nerves frayed to the quick, and the world around me out of focus like a shimmering fog.

It wasn’t until a month later when, in the midst of my Goodboys friends on the first day of the Goodboys Invitational weekend, a shanked 7-iron triggered an emotional breakdown that left me a blubbering puddle of goo that lasted the better part of the day. Being the Goodboys they are, my friends were cool about it and understood. I guess it just took being in a safe place and surrounded by friends that my body felt it could finally let go of the stress. It took a while longer for me to come to grips with her passing and start to make peace with the events that surrounded it.

To be truthful, I’m not there yet.

All in all it’s been a sad year. Having all the anniversaries, occasions, and holidays where I’d expect to either hear from Mom or call her just roll by one day after another is something that has to be handled. As to be expected, my dad had it rough at the start and it took him several months to (in his own words) get his bearings, but he’s come through the other side of it and is doing great. I’m so proud of him.

I look back on Mom’s death as the ending of an era, the final chapter of a book whose epilogue is still being written by everyone who knew her, loved her, and miss her. For me, her passing has changed the way I look at everything, although I can’t say exactly in what way. I still feel in my spirit a void that will never go away. But along with that sense of loss there’s also a feeling of gratitude that I was able to have her along for the first six decades of my life. Not everyone can say that, that’s for sure! In the end, all you can do is offer up thanks for having known someone so caring, so loving, and so wise for so long.

I go on. The family goes on. But it’s all different now. You simply can’t have someone who held the fabric of two families together through her life, love, and personality depart and not expect things to be different once she’s gone. That’s just life and the way things go. I think about her a lot, wonder what she’d think or have to say about the various events that have taken place in everyone’s lives since her passing. She had a wisdom and a way of putting things in context that can never be replaced – not in my life, not in the lives of those she loved and those who loved her.

That’s just the way it is.

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June 16, 2017

I’m getting ready to head out to play some golf, but in the meantime…

Out here in the Valley of the Sun we’re used to the heat. But there’s heat, and then there’s heat. What we’re about to get is no joke – I think it’s only been that hot once since we’ve been out here and it’s as if the whole world is on fire around you. Even walking down to the mailbox becomes an experience in and of itself.

You’ve undoubtedly heard The Guess Who’s “American Woman” a gazillion times on oldies radio but I guarantee you’ve never heard anything like the full version as played live with the reformed original lineup. Randy Bachman’s guitar work – on two Fenders, no less! – is nothing short of mesmerizing. I never realized he was quite the axe man. Talk about your “wheat field soul”!

There’s been a lot written about the attempt by that Bernie supporter to kill as many Republican congressmen as he could, but National Review Online’s Kevin Williamsom absolutely nails it. This is nothing new for the liberal Left, which has increasingly and enthusiastically embraced the concept of physical violence without any admonishment from Democrats in Washington. Some folks out there are trying to excuse Hodgkinson’s actions by saying “both sides do it” and “both sides are guilty”, but as Powerline blog’s John Hinderaker puts the kibosh on that:

They can bridle all they want, but when has a Republican proudly displayed the severed, bloody head of Nancy Pelosi? Or Chuck Schumer? Or Barack Obama? When have Republicans thrown bricks through store windows or assaulted Democrats on the street? When have Republicans rioted to prevent Democrats from speaking on college campuses? When have Republicans accused Nancy Pelosi or Chuck Schumer of treason? When have Republicans sent provocateurs into Democratic presidential rallies to start fights? When have Republicans urged “Resistance” against a Democratic president who they claim is a Nazi?

I would argue that the Obama administration actually encouraged it, and look where we’ve come. Should anyone, therefore, be surprised that some unhinged loon is going to feel encouraged to act on his impulses?

And speaking of unhinged loons, my next question to Nancy Pelosi would be, if you truly believe that Republicans brought it on themselves, do you believe women encourage rape by dressing seductively? She’s a moronic, disgusting hag.

Given the current climate, I’m totally into situational awareness when I go out in public – especially when I’m at the supermarket – and y’all should too. There are wackos out there, and pretty soon I’m going to be concealed carrying. Paying attention to your surroundings at all times is something that unfortunately goes with the turf of being human these days.

While Democrats and the mainstream media talk Russia and obstruction of justice, President Trump is getting the job done. Here’s example 1. Here’s example 2.

Baseball quickies: I had a feeling for Pablo “Fat Pig” Sandoval this was going to happen. I’m not surprised that with Yanks hurler C.C. Sabathia this has happened. That dude is way too heavy. And hurry back soon, RemDawg.

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June 14, 2017

This is the kind of thing that happens when the U.S. withdraws from the Paris climate change accord.

David Price is pitching like a Tommy John surgery waiting to happen.

If I needed a bailout from the American taxpayers I’d vote for statehood as well. No brainer, that.

In these days where virtually all pop music is electronically drenched and manipulated without needing much in the form of musicians and/or human talent it’s always good to remember what a tight rock band with a killer lead vocalist can sound like. That’s Burton Cummings on lead vocal and piano and the very underrated (at least in my view) Kurt Winter on lead guitar. They could really combine to make some cool noise when they wanted to. Winter passed away to young from the vestiges of the rock and roll lifestyle, but I’d put him in my top five lead guitarists of all time. And Cummings? Well, there are just a handful of great rock vocalists that could do what he could do.

A par 3 hole shaped like a hockey rink? Why not? After all it’s the Canadian Open. I think it’s a great idea. Bang one off the boards.

She’s a textbook case on how to destroy one’s career.

Keep it classy, liberals. Maybe I should send back by Associates degree in Electronic Data Processing. (How’s that for showing one’s age?)

I have to agree with Rory, here. It’s clear that the USGA is bending to the moanings and groanings of professional golfers who have been bitching about the fescue at Erin Hills. What a bunch of pampered privileged elitists. I say screw ‘em. It’s not called a major for nothing. And no one is forcing them at gunpoint to play. So suck it up, buttercups.

They don’t call Batman a superhero for nothing!

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June 13, 2017

With the first serious heat of the summer scheduled to hit the Valley of the Sun this weekend it’s a damned good thing I got my summer planting in last weekend. Normally I get my hydrangea in the front pots Memorial Day weekend as a sign of solidarity with the way my peeps back in New England mark their summer season, but this year Hi at “the nursery” didn’t have any hydrangea the way I like them: the light baby blue kind. So, I had to wait a week while he got some supply from one of his other stores.

But they sure look nice, no? It took me all of fifteen minutes to “fertilize” them so hopefully they’ll last at least a couple of summers out there. Between the sun, the heat, the dust, and any rain we might get over the monsoon season they really take a beating if they’re not thoroughly sprayed and coated. I’ve already got some compliments from the neighbors – guess that’s to be expected when you possess a “green thumb”. :-)

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June 10, 2017

If you’re all for inundating the US with Muslim refugees you might want to read this piece first. I’m actually all in as far as embracing different cultures goes, but it has to be a two-way street. Here’s the line that stuck out to me:

The nice lady who asked me to give a talk a couple months ago on my hometown asked me if there were any refugees who were an “asset to the community”. I replied that they do not consider themselves part of your community, so if they are going to be an asset to any community, it is not going to be yours.

As the saying goes, read the whole thing.

…along those same lines, maybe something like Yahoo! News considers this a celebration of multiculturalism, but I sure don’t.

I tried to tell y’all to watch out for the Yankees this year. I don’t see them folding.

The Langhorns are a pretty damned fine surf band from Sweden. If you’re feeling stressed out close your eyes, kick back, and listen. Doesn’t get a whole lot better than this, surf music-wise.

While the Democrats want to focus their efforts on damaging Trump in whatever way they can, they’re missing the ballgame going on behind the scenes:

Over the past couple of weeks, as the media and congressional Democrats have focused on Comey and the Washington impeachment circus, Trump has been on a roll. He named 12 new well-regarded federal judges to the bench, rolled back one of the EPA’s “most expensive regulations ever,” put an end to Obama’s corrupt policy of using public money to enrich far-left activist groups, pulled the U.S. out of the laughably bad but absurdly costly Paris Climate Change Agreement, and continued a far-reaching reversal of regulations that the American Action Forum called a “profound” shift in policy that will have a major impact on the U.S. economy.

And on Thursday, while Comey spoke and Democrats fumed, the House passed a bill that would undo some of the most pernicious elements of the Dodd-Frank law — another promise Trump made and is now on the verge of keeping.

Personally, I hope the Dems keep it up.

R.I.P. Adam West. His Batman reflected a more simpler and less cynical time.

If you’re looking for the last word on what was truly going on between President Trump and former FBI Director James Comey, this piece is hard to beat. McCarthy’s opening line says it all:

He believed that the FBI director misled the public to think that the president was under investigation.

…it will ultimately be understood that Comey was nothing more than a partisan Washington hack with delusions of grandeur – an embarrassment to both the FBI and to Democrats who thought he was their means to “getting Trump”.

Would it be difficult to imagine a Tiger Woods announcement that he’s checking himself into rehab due to an addiction to pain-killers? The guy seems to be in a very dark place right now.

Have a great weekend, everyone – I’m checking out. Now that I know who my Goodboys Invitational playing partner is, I’ve got balls to hit, both today and tomorrow.

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June 6, 2017

Not sure what the point of this article was, but there is nothing I feel I’m missing out on from working from home.

Some “nice to knows” if I ever choose this line of work once I retire.

Weird to see so-called journalists writing about Tiger Woods’ recent DUI arrest without openly asking what on earth he was doing out by himself at 3 AM? Not that I care, but it seems to me that would be an interesting line of questioning.

It doesn’t bother me that so-called “comedian” Bill Maher used the N-word the other night. It does bother me that his guest, Republican senator Ben Sasse, just sat there like a dope grinning like a goose in response. Talk about a defining moment – like Tin Cup’s Roy McAvoy said, “either you define the moment or the moment defines you.” A glorious opportunity for conservatives and conservatism wasted.

…and speaking of Roy McAvoy, here’s a cool story about the golf course actually used for the U.S. Open course in “Tin Cup”. It would be a hoot to play, I think.

Check the two airport security pics here and tell me this isn’t a world gone mad.

As Howie Carr is wont to say about liberals in the post-Obama age, their agony brings me joy.

To be honest, I’m surprised this doesn’t happen more often. Unless you’re using something like UPS or ShipSticks you’re really taking chances expecting the airlines to take good care of your clubs. If you’re a professional you ought to spend the dough-re-mi and do it right.

He’s #1 on Amazon and he’ll be #1 on my list of books to read during my trip back to Massachusetts in July.

I’ve been pushing this kind of thing all along: start deporting people – and lots of them, even if they had nothing to do with the act itself – and you’ll see the number of terror attacks drop precipitously. Start with the killers’ inner circle, then go out two to three levels of relatives. Or, alternatively, deport everyone associated with the mosque the killer(s) attended. Pretty soon folks will get the idea. When you’re in a war, the only way you win is to break the spirit of the enemy.

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June 1, 2017

Took a walk to the mailbox the other day and felt that little familiar change in the air – that hint of humidity that gets the Texas sage going with that familiar, musky smell. Looking north and northeast you could see beyond the mountains thunderstorm clouds piling up in their familiar whites and grays, and to the southeast more storm clouds far, far in the distance. Up in Flagstaff to the north and Tucson to the south they’d be getting rained on, for sure.

Once you get to June the monsoon season here in the Valley of the Sun is not far away. Couple weeks from now and on any day until the end of September, perhaps even a little beyond that, you could get afternoons ranging anywhere from just breezy and dusty to big winds and haboobs, from small localized thunderstorms with or without rain to big ones with downpours and/or hail and microbursts that uproot trees and take down limbs on one block and leave the next one unscathed. Unlike back home in Massachusetts where the thunderstorms tend to line up along a cold front, here in the Valley they can pop up anywhere and at a moment’s notice. And on any given night, you can stand out in the warm dusty air, the crickets chirping in a loud chorus, chilled glass of Pinot Grigio in hand and see flashes and streaks off in any direction, sometimes in multiple directions, and watch the heavens flash and streak, sometimes with grumbling thunder, sometimes with just the sniff of electricity. And no matter whether the storms are big or small, or far in the distance or creeping up ever so slowly on the Accuweather radar, they always rekindle in my mind a sense of awe and wonder, and the soft, sentimental memories of days long past growing up in a family of thunderstorm hounds who would gather on our front porch at the first hints of a storm coming.

Right around this time every year I do a sight check of all our queen palms to see where they are in their growing cycle. There’s nothing you can do about it one way or the other, but it’s always nice to see the new stalks that have been growing out of the tops since April turning into palm branches, because stalks tend to break in the first strong winds of the monsoon. The three palms planted in triangular fashion in the southeast corner, ranging from giant to medium to small, always seem to do pretty well; it’s the palm situated in the middle of the backyard along the south wall that always seems to struggle: it’s growth cycle is just a tad slower than the others, meaning that its stalk is never quite far enough along by the time the monsoon starts. The last two years its stalk has broken, but this year it looks a little closer to palm branches, and I’m hoping in the next week it will be safe from the strong and dusty winds that will inevitably come.

It’s the wind chimes on the back patio that typically sound the alarm that there is weather coming in. You walk out outside knowing that warm blast of air is going to hit you, the ceramic tile floor still warm from the triple-digit day, the air filled with the rustle of palm branches and wind chimes, and the moon above looking like a dissolving Alka Seltzer tablet through the cloud cover. The bottle of Sam Adams Summer Ale starts to sweat in the hand, and the happy pineapple lights shine softly above. I look at the Tiki bar waiting for a visitor and think just how lucky I am to live in a place I could never, ever have dreamed of growing up in the Merrimack Valley back in Massachusetts. Warm nights, swimming pool, palm trees, Tiki bar? I know it took me a long time to embrace life here in the Valley of the Sun, but I have, and coming monsoon season is my favorite time of the year.

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May 30, 2017

OK, Tiger, so maybe it was prescription meds that resulted in your DUI arrest. But the question remains what the hell were you doing out on the roads at 3 AM? Surely a man of your means could afford either calling a cab or having a limo driver around to take you home. In golf I believe they would call this an “unforced error”. In reality I think there’s more to the story than meets the eye.

Hopefully conservatives are starting to wake up and not all the liberal left to hound us into submission. At some point you have to take the gloves off, and politically speaking I believe in punching back twice as hard.

This is a squirrel that got lucky.

The best and worst rated in customer service. Personally, I don’t think I’ve ever dealt with better and more honest folk and gotten better customer service than I have with Quicken Loans and Edelman Financial, and In N’ Out. And I completely agree with AT&T and Cox Communications near the bottom. They suck. But even though DirecTV is now part of AT&T they still seem to deliver quality service.

I read this kind of stuff and think that the American loony left can’t get more laughable or irrelevant. I hope they keep it up, because the 2018 midterms can’t come soon enough.

It’s only May and folks are already getting revved up for the New England Patriots 2017 season. Could they end up being one of the best ever? We’ll see…

Something you would never, ever see Barack Obama ever come close to doing. That’s what you would come to expect from a real president.

Enough about war, peace, and climate change. This is what the world has been waiting for.

Congratulations, President Trump, on a great first foreign trip abroad.

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