May 23, 2020

It’s Memorial Day weekend and I’ll be working Sunday and Monday. But that’s OK, will still have plenty of time to relax after work with some steaks, burgers, and dogs on the grill and then enjoy some cocktails under happy pineapple lights while listening to the outdoor poker party my neighbor Keith has every Memorial Day and Labor Day weekend. I really like sitting outside and listening to the festivities next door; listen I feel like the scene in “The Great Gatsby” where Tom next door eats his steak (or was it a pork chop?) he cooked on his little stove top while watching the outside gala just across the lawn. It’s a real summer treat for me, reminds me of the time my brother Mark and I, in true “Gatsby fashion”, threw a party at our house and never came down to visit the folks we invited. Good memories.

But this weekend is not about outdoor festivities, and this year our collective hearts should be heavy as we remember not only those who have died in service to our country over the years, but those who have died needlessly as a result of reckless and unconscionable conduct on the parts of our public officials who basically condemned untold numbers of elderly to death needlessly. When all is said and done, the Coronovirus will be seen primarily as a “nursing home” death deliverer, and needlessly so:

(Hat tip: Brian Cates per Clay Travis)

As Clay also tweets:

Why did Democratic governors make disastrous decision to send infected nursing home patients back into nursing homes? Because they believed media fear porn models saying hospitals were going to be overloaded. They were trying to reduce capacity, which they didn’t end up needing.

The fact this isn’t the number one story in America is a massive media failure. And you can bet it would be the number one story in America if it had been Republican governors in red states making this mistake instead of Democratic governors in blue states.

The only way the media will cover this grotesque scandal (in my view, the biggest in American political history, even eclipsing the emerging truths involving ObamaGate (after all, no one died because of ObamaGate) – is when the class-action lawsuits start flying (because they will) and state officials either resign or go to jail (because they will) after the grand juries get finished with them. You can bet on it.

…the fact is, what the governors in New York, Washington, Illinois, Michigan, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey have done is beyond anything anyone can imagine. If it were just ignorance – yeah, I suppose one could conjure up some kind of excuse for that – but what little data there was was out there (remember that first nursing home in Washington state), and the Trump administration had built temporary hospitals in all of these states that ended up going virtually unused. This was nothing more than WILLFUL NEGLIGENCE, and the full extent of the negligence involved is just now starting to come to light.

…the national media, of course, won’t cover it, but there are dozens of local media that are going to forced to cover it because of the sheer extent of the carnage involved. This is beyond a disgrace; I believe it will be a watershed moment in American history, something that will force us as a country and as a society to change entirely the way we treat our senior citizens.

…and what it will also show is just how much a bunch of ASSHOLES these Democratic governors have been. These are vile, reprehensible, tin-horn dictators drunk on power and surrounded by political flacks, hacks, and incompetents completely incapable of making decisions involving the public good. I’d like to think there will be a political price to pay, but Democrats and liberals in “blue states” are either too stupid to see, or more than willingly ignorant to acknowledge the destruction these governors have caused. Or, perhaps more than that, they just don’t give a shit if they’re not personally affected.

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May 21, 2020

Today was my first day off since taking the pool supply store gig, six days of deep dive into the pool supply retail industry. It’s been a lot of fun – the guys I work with are fun to work with and very laid back. So far all the customers I’ve met have been quite nice and eager for assistance with maintaining the quality of their pool water. I must say that I’ve gotten pretty damned good at working the water testing machine. Right now I’m leaving the more difficult interpretations of the chemistry read-out to the veterans who have seen everything there is to see, but I can handle the most obvious ones – no chlorine, the pH needing to be tweaked with acid, the ones with phosphates through the roof needing an intervention to prevent an outbreak of algae. I can handle that. The same with stocking shelves, rotating inventory, helping with the weekly truck supply.

It’s not as if I went into this job a complete novice: I’ve been through cartridge, sand, and glass media filters over the past 16+ years. And, as a result of our “bee experience” a few years back I’m considered the store’s “bee expert”. But there are areas where I’m going to need a bit more experience, like when a customer needs his pool vacuum refurbished or repaired. When the store manager saw me take apart half of a vacuum to resolve an issue with a gear clogged with palm tree debris, he immediately assumed I could fix just about anything involving pool vacuums. Boy was he wrong! I fairly well butchered a vacuum repair a vacuum rebuild on Tuesday (had I chance to take it apart first it probably wouldn’t have gone so poorly, but the vacuum was already taken apart when I got in that morning and I had to figure out for myself what went where), but the lady didn’t come back complaining so I must have got it working in some fashion.

All in all it’s been a good experience. Once Memorial Day weekend is over I’ll start my normal Sunday through Wednesday schedule, which will be perfect. Any more than four days a week at approx. 25-28 hours is really all I’m interested in right now. But there’s still a bunch of training I have to complete as well as get more familiar with filters and filter parts in general, so the shakedown cruise continues. As I told my store manager, this is 180 degrees from what I used to do for a living, so it has been a hoot. It all still seems like a dream.


Arizona has opened up pretty much everything, so today being the twins’ birthday we all went out to a local Mexican restaurant for a sit-down dinner. The staff there all wore masks, but they were about the only ones in a restaurant that was surprisingly crowded for a Thursday afternoon. It felt great being out in public again. You hear so much negativity from the media, both local and national, that it is refreshing to talk with people who have been the most impacted by the lock-down and to hear their stories. In our server’s case, she and her husband came through fairly OK – she didn’t go on unemployment, but her husband did. Their mortgage company game them three month’s relief from having to make a mortgage payment and they both got stimulus checks, so they have been able to weather the storm OK. The food was great and she was nice, so we made sure she got a much larger tip than she normally would have.

I feel bad for people in “blue” states run by tyrranical governors intent on destroying people’s livelihoods simply out of spite, ignorance, or their power-hungry trip. They keep talking “science” but the overwhelming “science” says all states, “red” or “blue” need first to protect its elderly citizens in nursing homes and long-term care facilities from known killers and then open up for everyone else. To not do so is to deliberately sabotage their own economies. Why would anyone in their right mind do that? States survive on tax revenues; if you’re deliberately cutting off those revenue streams you’re cutting off the very tree limb you happen to be sitting on. And for what? To make sure Donald Trump doesn’t get re-elected? To impose your own authority over others? How stupid is that. Here in Arizona we have our own issues trying to convince our governor to take more bold steps, but we are open for business – good for us, good for California folks within driving distance of our own service industries. Maybe they’ll consider moving here and in doing so leaving their liberal politics behind!

But of course, not everyone is happy about our economy opening up. Conversation overheard between the Mexican restaurant’s hostess and one of the waiters:

She: So, are you glad to finally be back at work?

He: No.

You can’t please everyone!

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May 16, 2020

“…the days drift by, they don’t have names…” — Jimmy Buffett, “I Have Found Me A Home”

This is gonna be a quick post because, frankly, I’m tired.

So here I am in the middle of my six-day deep-drive into pool supply retailing. My left knee hurts from all the standing I’ve been doing while doing water tests and register work, but it has been both interesting and rewarding work. I’m part of a three-man team that runs the store, but I’ve already been accepted as part of our little team. The gig itself couldn’t be more different than my previous life and job: I’ve got a fifteen-minute commute (all service roads), and I now wear khakis and a t-shirt with a name badge as my “professional wear”. Sure, the pay sucks – just a little bit over minimum wage – but the pay isn’t why I took this job to begin with. It has felt great to get out of the house and learn something new. When all is said and done, I’ll be working ~ 6 1/2 hours a day, four days a week, but right now it’s the equivalent of basic training: instead of six weeks at like, say, Fort Bragg, Georgia, I’m basic training in the Arizona equivalent of a California surf shop. It’s got the same kind of laid-back vibe and chill – the clientele couldn’t be more different than my previous job, they’re actually happy and nice- but it still demands the same kind of inside knowledge that only comes from experience. It sure is a whole lot different than what I used to do for a living! I’m really enjoying myself.

I’ve heard the same stories about this kind of thing from others around here. If it’s because of supply chain issues, fine – but it’s wrong to blame your cost increases on the COVID-19 shutdown and expect people to pay the increases because a lot of their clients have also been impacted as well.

I’ll say this: you you won’t catch me at a sit-down restaurant while those serving me are wearing masks and gloves. I’m just not interested in buying into the hysteria over COVID-19. The fact is, the models were wrong, the so-called “experts” were wrong, the CDC and FDA have been wrong, our public health officials employing a “one size fits all” lock-down remedy that would have been largely averted and tens of thousands of lives saved had care and concern been focused on nursing homes and long-term care facilities, and Democratic and (in the case of Massachusetts) RINO (Republican in name only) governors acting like third-world despots shutting down individual rights and freedoms in the name of “science” that doesn’t exist. It’s pathetic, and it’s a joke I want no part of.

…as a result, I’ve decided to cancel my scheduled trip back to Massachusetts for July and Goodboys Invitational weekend (if it is even held). I did this after the Jet Blue person couldn’t assure me that I wouldn’t have to wear masks and gloves from the point of entering security at Phoenix Sky Harbor to departing security at Logan Airport. F**k that! I’m not wearing a mask and gloves for the better part of eight hours. I’d rather stay home and do pool retailing.

…besides, Massachusetts has gone nuts. I’m not interested in being immersed in the kind of insanity and tyranny going on in “blue” states. Those people are nuts, and I’m not having anything to do with it.

…which is why I’ve decided to put golf on hold until the fall, ditch the Sam Summers I would normally be drinking for Boston Lagers, and just focus n enjoying my so-called “early retirement”. Nothing seems to be the same anymore, and I’m OK accepting that. I know I still need time to decompress from my old job and prior existence (my body is telling me that in any number of ways), so I’m just gonna roll with this right now and take it as an opportunity I could never have imagined just two months ago. It’s all so very bizarre.

A couple of final things:

Yeah, I know if you are using Google Chrome to view this site the Exec-Comm pic at the top of the page is displaying sideways. I don’t know what that is, I need some time to look at why the orientation is off only with Chrome.

Does this mean liberals care about borders after all? Just wondering…

I keep thinking the Joe Biden campaign (which is already running on fumes and propped up solely by mainstream media only the most fervent Democrats and liberals pay attention to – something I’ve heard from certain “folks in the know” I trust from 2016 who got it right), but now there is this – and from Yahoo! News, no less. Honest to God, you can’t make this crap up.

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May 12, 2020

I remember watching a Ben Affleck flick “The Company Men” after it was released back in 2010. The movie tracks the lives of three men in senior levels of a company who are laid off as part of a salary dump in advance of a hostile take-over. The story tracks what each person does when the rug is pulled out from under them. One commits suicide out of his depression, and Affleck’s character takes on menial work in his brother-in-law’s construction company to keep some money coming in as he has to down-size his life significantly. The movie frightened me at the time, because I was still in my early-to mid 50s and even back then wasn’t sure my place in my company was secure. Made me wonder how I would handle losing my job and having to find something new.

…well, I was one of the lucky ones. Sure, I had hoped to squeeze out my former life for another 2 1/2 years – the idea being, make it to 67 and start taking my social security on top of a pension from an even earlier work life – taken together it wasn’t going to be a bad existence, especially with Tracey still (hopefully) working.

Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) that didn’t happen. My enforced early retirement wasn’t what I was looking for. I’m just not the kind of guy to sleep in then hang around the house all day thinking about new ways to entertain myself. That’s something Peach the rabbit is very good at, but he doesn’t speak to me when I speak to him.

Fortunately, I’d been thinking about the kind of work I would like to do in the case I ended up losing my job. Once I got over the huge hurdle of being 62 (and with the help of our Edelman Financial advisor who has helped us immensely to get our financial house in order) I wasn’t concerned with having to hit the bricks to find another IT job – most especially one that would require me to work in a real business office full-time. I’m not closing the door to another full-time IT position, but it would have to be at least 80% remote for me to even consider it, no matter how good the money might be. One day or the occasional trip into the office for a meeting? That would be OK, but the days of working in an office five days a week are over. Like Tracey has told me, I’ve paid my dues.

Even before I lost my job I had laid out the general outlines of the kind of job I would look for when the time was right. I had no problem with it being minimum wage if it meant learning something new and exciting. And I know I didn’t want to work more than 24 hours in a week. I had always found the idea of working at a UPS Store fascinating, so that was on my list. Swimming pool stores were also on my list – the idea being, if I lived in California I would want to work in a surf shop. Since I live in Arizona, the next best thing involving water would be a marine store or a swimming pool store. I don’t know a thing about boats, so the idea of working at a marine store would be out. But I do know about swimming pools and swimming pool operations in general, so I started looking around for part-time positions at one of the major retail chains around here as well as the local joint I’ve been using for many years. And then there was Lowe’s and Total Wine and More – two other chains that I think would be fascinating to work for.

So two weeks ago the online job searches began. Found part-time positions being offered at all the places I was interested in. Submitted the applications, got my cover letter writing skills back in shape, decided to have some business cards drawn up so that after submitting an application I could stop by the actual store, introduce myself, then drop off a card. In this totally internet age the personal touch becomes all the more important. At least that’s my view.

Well, I haven’t gotten my business cards done yet, but I did get a response from one of the pool supply stores. We talked over the phone, followed up with a brief face-to-face meet, and I got the job. It’s a little more in terms of hours than I originally planned (I’ll be working around 30 per week, Sundays through Wednesdays), but the work is (at least from the sound of it) only through September. But that’s OK by me: as far as I’m concerned it’s a win-win situation: (1) I get to learn a new trade that will get me out of the house four days a week; (2) I get to learn a new trade I know little about, at least rom a retail perspective; (3) if they like me they can either choose to keep me on past September, or perhaps even pick me back up next spring when the pool season starts up all over again; (4) I get needed retail experience, which will help he if I end up not liking this, or Total Wine and More calls during the holiday season for help; (5) while I won’t be making a lot of money, I’ll be making virtually the same I would were I to take unemployment (you don’t get a lot here in Arizona).

As I said, I can afford to try this since we are in a pretty good place financially. Besides, I’m still getting severance and will be through the end of August, so it’s a perfect time to try something entirely different. If it doesn’t work out I’ll go on unemployment and anticipate taking my pension from an even earlier job life when I turn 65 in October. And, I’ll still keep in regular touch with the outplacement agency I’ve been set up with from my former company, but they know what I’m I’m looking for. If something were to drop into my hands, great – it’s not as if this pool supply gig is a “make or break” career decision.

I know I’m of the lucky ones: I got through the necessary stage of life that “The Company Men” movie so freaked me out about. I feel awful for all those who my company let go who are much younger than me, have a career to nurture and a family to feed. So I’m going to take advantage of this opportunity and give it a spin like a top, not knowing where it will ultimately lead.

Training starts today!

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May 11, 2020

Sure you read this and wonder why, but that will change over the next several months as the wrongful death lawsuits start flying. Cuomo (like his brother at CNN) is a fraud, a corrupt and incompetent bully who is protected by a mainstream media desperate to contrast something – anything – with the Trump administration’s response to the Corovirus crisis.

…unlike Cuomo, I think the majority of the American public – those who who don’t live and breathe everything CNN, MSNBC, and NPR tells them – know that the Trump administration did the best they could, and responded the best way they knew how, given the information (and the lack thereof) available to them at the time. Most folks also know the administration was dealt a shitty hand by China, and as the states all start opening up and the economy roars back to life, how each state’s governors handled the crisis will be given more scrutiny. And in Cuomo’s case, it won’t be pretty.

While most folks (and not without justification) would choose the solo in “Something” as George Harrison’s best-ever Beatles guitar solo, I keep going back to his snarling, grunge-y solos in both the middle and on the outro on the Phil Spector-produced version of “Let It Be”. Like a good guitar solo should, it takes the song to a different place – in this case, by providing a yang to the angelic ying of McCartney’s composition. There are a lot of folks on YouTube who enjoy replicating Harrison’s performance; this is the one I think is best.

…speaking of the Beatles, some folks are hyping the latest “feud” between McCartney and Mick Jagger as far as the age-old question of which band was better. Sure, you could make the argument that the Stones have had more longevity and a far greater body of work in contrast to the Fab Four, but in my mind there’s no question any band could ever be compared to The Beatles in terms of sheer talent and impact across not just rock music, but world culture as well:

For everything we know about The Beatles, a group whose every movement and utterance has been pored over by fans and scholars in the decades since they split up, they still retain a quality of mystery. The unanswerable questions have nothing to do with the dry facts of recording dates and production technology, it is the magic of the moment: what really happened? How did so much music of such originality and depth and wit, drama, colour and emotional richness come to be channelled through four young Liverpudlian rockers in such a condensed framework of space and time? In seven packed years, The Beatles changed everything.

It was, of course, something to do with the exact combination of individuals, particularly the very different yet remarkably complimentary (and competitive) musical and lyrical talents of John Lennon and Paul McCartney, and the supportive talents and personalities of gifted guitarist George Harrison and easy going, distinctive drummer Ringo Starr. The enabling skills of producer George Martin played a huge part, too. And it was something to do with the era, when rock was young and there was so much still to be discovered.

But that’s not enough. That’s not quite it. The Beatles made music that was bigger than themselves, greater than the sum of their considerable parts. When you listen to their records, the music just overwhelms analysis, it burst through with a pulsating vitality of its own, it comes alive again every single time. These are the greatest records ever made, by the greatest band that ever was.

Y’see, not only did the Fabs have three excellent singers, but by the end of their career they also had three prolific song writers whose compositions could stand up to anyones.

…I would also argue that The Beatles’ career, in effect, carried on for another four years. Think about it: between 1970-74 McCartney, Lennon, Harrison (and to a lesser extent, Ringo) produced a number of albums that critics will include in the greatest 500 rock albums of all time – for example, “All Things Must Pass”, “Plastic Ono Band”, “Ram”, “Imagine”, “Ringo”, “Band On The Run”, and “Living In The Material World. After 1974 their creative talents took off in different directions, but before that you could make the argument that within these albums (and in McCartney’s case, single releases) there could have been at least an additional four albums that would have been considered great.

…still, in the end it’s the music that they made together that counts, and in my view their greatness and their deserved spot at the of rock’s greatest bands can be justified simply by taking a look not their albums, but their singles releases. It’s eye-popping and mind-boggling that so many of their singles contained iconic music that still stands the test of time 50+ years later.

I read stories like this and am sooooo glad to have moved out of Massachusetts. Just another example of – contrary to their reputation of believing in tolerance, acceptance, and adversity – these are liberals and Democrats who are nothing more than mean, petty, and angry elitists who basically – yes – suck as human beings.

…Democrats like Chuck Schumer hate President Trump so much that they would rather see people die and than prove him – and others – right on the use of hydroxychloroquine. Unlike the clowns at the CDC who have mishandled this crisis from the very beginning, there is actual data to prove that, when administered correctly (the key here), the drug works, and as a French doctor has proven, incredibly well. One would think that Senator Schumer would take the high road on this and not spout media talking points, but assholes gotta be assholes.

You knew sooner or later the media would get around to blaming President Trump for the shooting of Ahmaud Arbery. I’m just surprised it took this long. These people are shameless race-baiters.

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May 9, 2020

When all is said and done I think folks are going to look back on this past week as the week that the whole “Russia Collusion” began to fall apart on its own merits. As they say, sunlight is the greatest disinfectant, and sunlight there has been. The dominoes are starting to tumble, and now that the truth is starting to come out expect the cockroaches in the country’s intelligence community to start crawling out from under the baseboards to save their sorry asses. And when all is said and done it isn’t going to be pretty.

Scratch one from this number. Me? I just got me a job at a national pool supply company and I’m totally stoked about the opportunity. Not only am I going to be learning a new trade, I’ll be getting paid on top of my severance pay. Right now it will be minimum wage, but it’s a total win-win as far as I’m concerned. It will gets me out of the house and interacting with, like, real human beings while learning all kinds of new stuff and exercising my brain; in the long run I’m hoping it will provide enough of an income to help contributes to the household cause.

…my new boss is very similar to me: he worked in the pharmacy industry for over thirty years and decided to get out of the meat grinder. Unfortunately (or fortunately) he was too good at what he did and they ended up giving him his own store. Now he’s trying to back off on the number of hours, so that’s where your’s truly comes in.

…it just just goes to show that if you identify what your passions are and are willing to doing a little bit of digging in order to pursue those passions good things can happen. I’m not going into this with my eyes half closed: who knows? I might decide in the end that it’s not my kind of gig. But everyone wants to be wanted, and I’m excited to find something that’s far more chill than what I was doing before.

Do y’all miss sports? I can honestly say I don’t. I haven’t watched a sports channel ever since everything got cancelled, and I really don’t care if I ever watch a sporting event or a sports channel ever again. This whole COVID-19 thing is just more evidence of how pampered and phony all these sports figures are and have been. Not to mention the sports media industry that has been created to turn athletes into larger-than-life figures whose performances folks actually make a living to talk about incessantly. The whole business is nothing but a fraud, and I don’t plan on supporting it ever again.

…most especially (at least as far as I’m concerned) that includes the MLB Network and GOLF Channel. Hey I’ll admit: I used to tune into them purely out of habit, and yes I did enjoy watching them. But I haven’t watched a second of either since this whole crisis thing started, and you know what? I don’t miss them in the least. I’ve let my GOLF Magazine and Golf Digest subscriptions expire, and I’m never going back again.

…and the same holds true for the golf game. Something I used to live and die over. Now, for whatever reason, I have zero interest in even picking up my clubs again. Of course, that could change over the long run, but right now there’s nothing – nothing – about golf I miss. It all just seems so (to put it in COVID-19 terms) non-essential.

What, then, are my interests, you might ask? Time. That’s what interests me. Realizing every moment that I have the time to savor that moment. There are no calls, no crises, no bullshit from senior managers. Instead, there are the mockingbirds and mourning doves whose own inner time clocks measure my days. There’s reading – right now I’m working on three different Kindle books at once: a wacky Key West series book by Laurence Shames, the first in a series of delightful novels by Adele Abbot about a private investigator who discovers she’s a witch, a hard-hitting expose on the “Russia Collusion” hoax by Greg Jarrett. Cocktail hour at 5 PM and a late-night Pinot Grigio nite-cap under happy pineapple lights. If you’re looking for where The Great White Shank is right now, that’s where I am. Life is slow. I’m happy. It all seems like a dream.

Remember the mainstream media – and yes, that includes President Trump – freaking out about the state of Georgia opening up earlier and in a number of ways beyond what the President and his task force wanted? Well lookee here. I’ll allow y’all to draw your own conclusions. The fact is: folks need to get outside in the warm sun, circulate, and create the “herd immunity” against the COVID-19 virus just in case a “second wave” were to come in the fall. It’s so elementary, it’s beyond my comprehension that Democratic state tyrants don’t understand this.

…but of course they have other agendas in mind. These people are a bunch of assholes.

One thing is becoming abundantly clear: if they don’t open up their states the residents of those states will open it up for them. As they should. And if they don’t I say sue their sorry asses off. You hit ’em in the pocketbook, you’ll get their attention. Like that Texas hair salon owner who was put in jail – in jail! – for wanting to feed to feed her kids.

…but when it comes to Democrats nothing surprises me anymore. They are crooks, pure and simple. No morals. No sense of shame.

R.I.P. Little Richard. Without a doubt, one of the all-time greats of rock n’ roll, and one of the most influential.

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May 7, 2020

A nod to this late Pink Floyd classic for the title of this post.

There’s a whole lot of freedom going around today. In my case there’s a very good chance I’ll be free of being shacked with the “unemployed” yoke in the next day or two, as my next career is just one confirmation call away. Stay tuned. But that’s nothing compared to what else happened today:

All of us who have, from the very start, smelled the dirtiest of dirty rat in regards to the railroading of General Michael Flynn (and who have helped support his defense financially) after his life was destroyed by the Barack Hussein Obama Justice Department courtesy of the scumbags at the top of the FBI have a right to celebrate today.

…one can only hope this is the first of many dominoes to drop as we get closer and closer to the truth that the whole “Russia collusion” scam by James Brennan, James Clapper, Sally Yates, the infamous lovebirds, James Comey, Rod Rosenstein and – yes – Barack Obama was nothing more than a silent coup plotted against the presidency of Donald Trump. These people are traitors, acting in a way that befits more a banana republic than the USA. As Roger Kimball writes in Spectator USA:

The disgusting people running the FBI — big boy James Comey, and Peter Strzok, and former head of counterintelligence Bill Priestap, among others — pursued a vendetta against Flynn, manufacturing a bogus case against him in order, first, to destroy someone that Barack Obama and his intelligence operatives detested and, second, to pursue ‘Crossfire Hurricane’, the ‘umbrella’ investigation whose goal was to destroy Donald Trump.

They were pretty successful at the first job. They smeared Flynn, then they set him up, sending Strzok and another agent to have a friendly chat with him at the White House which they weaponized into a bogus ‘you lied to the FBI’ charge. They got him fired from his position as NSA, bankrupted him through ‘the-process-is-the-punishment’ legal feels, and forced him to plead guilty to a felony by threatening his son with another bogus charge.

Due to the tireless efforts of Flynn lawyer, Sidney Powell, the DoJ has been forced to cough up incriminating memo after incriminating memo. The pot of gold came last week when Bill Priestap’s handwritten notes of a meeting with Comey and then-deputy-FBI-Director Andrew McCabe blew the proverbial whistle. ‘What is our goal?’ Priestap asked, ‘Truth/Admission or to get him to lie, so we can prosecute him or get him fired?’ Or maybe they should just ‘get him to admit to breaking the Logan Act, give facts to DOJ + have them decide.’


Gen. Flynn hasn’t got justice yet. That will come when he is made whole financially and when those who desecrated their offices by bringing the awesome police power of the state to bear against an individual they knew to be be innocent.

What is most sickening about all this is that, with the exception of Obama (who is rightly being called out by the President), all the people mentioned above were unelected bureaucrats, scumbags who allowed themselves to wield their power as some kind of aphrodisiac to manipulate, and if need be destroy, people simply for their distrust (and I would add hatred) for an electorate that chose Donald Trump to be their president fairly and squarely. And in doing so, they have all been traitors to this country. One can only hope the scythe of justice swings in their direction so that this kind of thing never is allowed to happen again.

…congrats to Undercover Huber, whose Twitter account has been a must-go-to by yours truly ever since I discovered his work. He’s been fearless in his predictions since day one and nailed this.

…of course, you won’t see this on CNN or MSNBC – after all, they’ve invested the better part of four years (four years!) telling us that Flynn’s lies to the FBI over a phone call with a Russian diplomat were the tip of the spear into Russia colluding with the Trump campaign to defeat Hillary Clinton in the 2016 election. It was bogus then, it is bogus today, and as more of the palace coup conspirators’ actions are uncovered, all you Trump-haters, Democrats, and liberals out there are going to find out just how stupid and gullible you were. Of course, that won’t reduce by one iota your irrational despicable hate for Donald Trump – after all, sheep gotta do what sheep gotta do.

As the great Howie Carr is wont to say, your agony is my pleasure.

Congratulations also to Shelly Luther for her release from jail. She should never have been put there, but once again you have Democrats drunk with power and using the COVID-19 virus as an excuse for their totalitarian aspirations. The Obama-appointed judge in this case ought to be ashamed of himself, but I long since learned that Democrats can and will say and/or do anything because they are incapable of feeling shame. The ends justify the means for these tyrannical losers; all they are doing is lighting a new flame of freedom against our oppressors. Luther’s release from prison will only embolden others to take the same kind of actions to take their lives and livelihoods – and yes, their country – back.

…but what do I know, I’ll just be accused of killing Grandma. Even though it’s the likes of Andrew Cuomo whom y’all should be blaming.

…as Instapundit’s Glenn Reynolds has noted, “Releasing violent sex offenders while locking up salon owners is a bad look for the Democrats.” Truth is, these unelected bureaucrats, activist judges, and totalitarian tin-pot dictators masquerading as Democratic governors know only one thing: power. And money. Once can only hope to see a flurry of lawsuits, civil and otherwise, to break these bastards, bleed them and their families dry, and take them down.

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May 1, 2020

The late, great Warren Zevon might have been a troubled soul, but he was a visionary. Listen and read his lyrics to “Mohammed’s Radio”, and I’ll ask you to to think who “everybody”, “the sheriff”, and “the general and his aide de camp” might be.

Everybody’s restless and they’ve got no place to go
Someone’s always trying to tell them
Something they already know
So their anger and resentment flow

But don’t it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed’s Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed’s Radio

You know, the Sheriff’s got his problems too
He will surely take them out on you
In walked the village idiot and his face was all aglow
He’s been up all night listening to Mohammed’s Radio

Don’t it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed’s Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed’s Radio

Everybody’s desperate trying to make ends meet
Work all day, still can’t pay the price of gasoline and meat
Alas, their lives are incomplete

Don’t it make you want to rock and roll
All night long Mohammed’s Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed’s Radio

You’ve been up all night listening for his drum
Hoping that the righteous might just might just might just come
I heard the General whisper to his aide-de-camp
“Be watchful for Mohammed’s lamp”

Don’t it make you want to rock and roll
All night long Mohammed’s Radio

I think y’all will be able to figure out that, once you know “Mohammed’s Radio” is the cause of basic human freedom, everything that is going on right now – most specifically in states ruled by tin-pot Democratic despot governors – makes sense.

Like I said, Zevon was a visionary.

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April 28, 2020

…to quote this deep track from The Beach Boys’ Friends album from 1968.

Jimmy Buffett’s “I Have Found Me A Home”, with it’s opening lines “The days drift by, they don’t have names…” pretty much describes this transitional period for someone who was over-employed and someone now not employed. While the days haven’t yet fallen into any kind of predetermined rhythm things are starting to take shape.

So much of life here in the Valley of the Sun is dictated by our two seasons. During the “not” season, all bets are off – you can come and go as you please and do whatever you feel like doing. Now that we’re in the “hot” season, the range of outdoor activities becomes far limited since, by the time noon arrives the sun is already starting to beat down on everything with a merciless pity, and you have to watch your exposure. One of these days the gyms will open back up and I’ll be able to get back to doing some of the things I used to do (and not having a job will certainly make the gym experience far more enjoyable since I’ll be able to go off-hours!), but for now I’ll simply be content to try and get out early enough for a bike ride or to work on my golf game.

But that would mean not being able to sleep in.

Ahhh…sleeping in. One of the true joys of the unemployed and/or early retired. Increasingly I’m finding it hard to believe I did what I did as a normal routine for so long: the 6:20 AM alarm to get the coffee going and the morning bathroom break before hitting the ground running – and I do mean running – with the 7 AM call that more often than not follow right up to my noon. It wasn’t so bad when the days got long on both ends and there was light, but during October-March those early calls were all done while it was still dark outside. But I had trained myself to be able to flip the switch on and off like some electrical appliance, so that what’s I did as a norm.

These days? Well, it’s all so …different.

The alarm now goes off every day at 7:30 AM so I can get up and feed Peach the rabbit his morning snack (dried pineapple chunks, nibble rings, pinch of oatmeal). On weekdays I’ll turn the coffee on for Tracey, check what the morning looks like out the pack patio door, and prepare Peach his breakfast (romaine leaf, few sprigs of parsley or Italian parsley, slice of banana), then wish Tracey a good workday and head back to bed to sleep as long as my body wants.

Some days I’m awake at 9:30, others, like today, could be as late as 10:30. After my bathroom break, it’s out to the kitchen where I’ll grab my watering can and, looking like Ray Liotta in that scene at the end of “Goodfellas” where he walks out the front door in bathrobe and bare feet to grab his morning paper like (in his words, “a schnook”), I stroll out front in shorts and t-shirt to replenish the water in the bird bath and water anything else that might warrant a splash.

Then it’s over to the coffee maker where I pour myself a cup, then over to the home office (not my old work office – that’s been cleaned out and turned into a spare room) where, over a couple of cups of coffee with Peach right by his side of the fence behind me, I’ll check the morning news and various Twitter feeds I subscribe to, give him a scratch or two from time to time.

That gets me to lunch time, where I’ll have a bowl of cereal or a sandwich while considering what to do with the rest of my day.

Right now I’m trying to help my sister-in-law Tammy find a new apartment (she has to vacate her existing living space by the end of October), so I might start checking out housing options, or I might peruse my LinkedIn job notifications. I don’t take these too seriously – it would have to be the absolute friggin’ best opportunity that would allow me to work from home in order for me to even consider it. I’d always said during my prior gig that, when it was all over I would never work in a real business office setting ever again, and unless things were to drastically change in ways I can’t even begin to imagine, there will be no going back. Could I work in IT again? Possible, but it’s not something I’d even begin to consider unless I could work from home most days, and even then, it would have to be a really sweet deal.

As Tracey has told me any number of times, I’ve paid my dues; it’s now time to unplug.

But so much easier said than done. I still feel a bit like (to quote the late, great George Harrison), “not so much of a man than a fish on the sand”. It will come – I have to believe it will change at some time – but right now I feel like I should be doing more than just getting astronomic (at least for me) severance pay every two weeks for doing absolutely nothing. Instead, after lunch I’ll pick out a chore, or chores, to do for a couple of hours.

By, say, three o’clock, I might lay down for a half hour or so. Then, a return to the computer to start looking at legitimately thinkable opportunities for work – part-time, no more than 24 hours a week. If I find something, I’ll draft a cover letter and submit my resume through their website. Right now this just involves stores like Leslie’s (pools), Total Wine and More, and the UPS Store. Nothing I appear to be qualified for, mind you: I find most job descriptions – even the most basic form of retail – require applicants to have 1-2 years of “applicable” real-world experience, as if they’re hiring for nuclear physicists or personal injury law firms. Gimme a friggin’ break.

…I’m sure they do it to keep the dorks and the losers out (I know that because I’ve written job descriptions in my former life), but there’s nothing in these jobs that a seasoned veteran like yours truly couldn’t pick up in day’s worth of time. I’m no dope and prefer not to be treated like one, but that’s the way it is these days. No “real life experience”, completely unemployable. Someone on the outside of employment fence looking in. Just like a Ray Liotta-esque kind of schnook. But that’s OK – I’m in no hurry to do anything right now. As Tracey says, I’ll know it when I feel the itch to get back into the game, get back to work. I trust she’s right.

But I digress.

At five o’clock the computer gets a break. I give Peach his afternoon snack (a few strips of dried apple, a few more nibble rings) then go in to watch Tucker Carlson. I like Tucker – sometimes he’s a little bit over the top but that’s OK, so am I. If it’s not Monday or Tuesday (my alcohol-free days) I’ll make myself a cocktail or pour myself a glass of wine and watch Tucker rail about the social and political ills of the day while making supper in preparation for Tracey’s return. We’ll have supper together, then, with the heat of the day receding I’ll go out for a brisk walk around the neighborhood. Dusk is my favorite time of the day, so while Tracey watches TV I might go out on the back patio with a glass of wine and listen to the birds while watching the evening come in. It’s my favorite time of the day.

[Ed. note: Starting, oh, around next weekend or shortly after that, with the pool in swimmable form, I expect any of the activities mentioned either above or below to be punctuated with a swim; a luxury that will be available right up until the beginning of October. I’m looking forward to that.]

After that I’ll head back into the office to check the same websites and Twitter feeds I did earlier in the day. I might do a blog post or do some reading (presently, Laurence Shames “Florida Straits”), take a soak in the tub, or go out on the back patio for a nitecap. I’ll clean Peach’s cage area and give him his late-night snack (small piece of kale or a few sprigs of cilantro) and call it a day. No going into the old office to check e-mails and load up for the next day as I used to do for years – those days are over. If Tracey goes to bed early I might stay up and do some late-night reading with the back patio door open, the night air and it’s sounds filling the living room. It’s best when there’s a soft breeze with the sound of wind chimes tinkling.

And then it’s off to bed.

I’m waiting for myself to start getting restless, but that time is not now. Right now, I’m pretty content to refill my coffee cup and give Peach another scratch.

You know, busy doin’ nothing.

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April 25, 2020

On Monday it will be a month since I was told I was being laid off. One month. Today, it seems like it was like three months ago, to the point where I’m having difficulty remembering what I was doing for a living less than a month ago. It almost seems like a dream. Every day that goes by I’m feeling less and less inclined to hop back on board the full-time employment train. Oh, I’m still planting seeds out there (I’m actually going to apply for a full-time project manager job on Monday), but it’s primarily so I can get my formal, “professional IT” cover letter in a good state for future opportunities if I were to ever truly decide to go back to the meat grinder.

There’s actually been a lot to do this past week – I’ve been helping my sister-in-law Tammy find a new apartment, and the Tiki Bar deck looks really nice now that it has been re-stained and resealed. We’ve officially entered the door into summer where we’ll be in the triple digits pretty much every day now until October, so there will be a halt on further outdoor projects, but there’s enough to keep me busy with indoor chores.

And, of course, there will be job-hunting, although I’m being pretty picky right now as far as part-time work goes. There are elderly care-giver services I’m still looking into as well as the UPS Store, Lowe’s and Total Wine and More (imagine working around alcohol for 2-3 days a week!). These are all good excuses for working on cover letters and seeing what’s out there, but right now I think I’ll be using May as a transitional month and a month for getting back into shape. I have several 3-mile walking courses mapped out, and I’ll be planning on doing my Eades diet sometime during the month. I’ve thought about working on my golf game, but I have to admit that from the way things are currently looking back in Massachusetts – most especially my plans to stay in the guesthouse at my dad’s retirement community during Goodboys week (the third week in July) go – I’m leaning heavily towards backing out of this year’s festivities. It’s just not worth the hassle.

The one thing I have been doing is watching the President’s daily Coronavirus task force press conferences, and I’m absolutely horrified at the ignorance and the reprehensible performance of the White House press corp. For the life of me, I don’t know why the President even bothers with these folks. You see his Task Force members putting their best efforts forward, and all these so-called “journalists” want to do is ask “gotcha” questions of the President and act as if we’re all going to die. Any reasonable person (and by that I mean anyone who doesn’t get their information from the major news networks or the clowns at CNN and MSNBC) can see the Task Force has a good handle on what’s going on out there, but the media clowns are fully invested in trying to drag the hysteria as long as they can as a way to damage the President’s re-election chances in November. They truly are the enemy of the people.

As various states begin to open up expect to see more stories like this. This whole Coronavirus has been hyped from the very beginning. Look, people have died, and most of them because of pre-existent, reckless actions on the part of Democratic-run states whose public health organizations were completely unprepared. But as more testing is done and it is found that not only has the Coronavirus been around in the USA longer than we previously thought, but it is also far less deadly than originally thought. The models were not just wrong, but hideously wrong – to the point where we have closed down our entire economy for something no more deadly than a bad flu season. And who among the so-called “experts” is going to take responsibility for that? Time to stop the bullshit and allow this country to do what it does best.

Me? I’m just waiting for the final show to drop on “Slo’ Joe” Biden. Up to now, it’s just been the dude’s obvious lack of mental acuity, but the Tara Reade accusation is now starting to gain momentum to the point where you’re starting to see more Twitter posts like this. The Democrats know they’re in deep shit with Biden – they have to know Trump will absolutely have him for lunch were they ever to debate – so expect more and more calls for Biden to step aside for someone younger and mentally more with it.

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