July 16, 2017

Catching up on a bunch of stuff in order to clean the desk drawer out before I head back to Massachusetts for Goodboys Invitational week:

Honest to God, you can’t make this sh*t up. What on earth did this loser expect?

Moose on a golf course. You gotta watch the whole thing. It’s pretty funny.

…of course, I think moose, by and large, are pretty amusing creatures. I still can’t watch the opening credits of the TV show Northern Exposure without laughing. You can see the moose getting pushed out from off-camera.

What it’s like to be hit by lightning. That would scare the bejeezus out of me.

It’s been nine months and no one, and I mean no one, has yet to provide any concrete evidence of any kind of “collusion” between the Donald Trump campaign and Russia or any specific statute that might have been violated in any way by anyone affiliated with Trump’s presidential campaign or administration. As Matthew Walther writes in The Week:

Today we are supposed to mouth along because Don Jr., who is not as dumb as he looks (which is not, I realize, setting the bar very high), tweeted screenshots of his Nigerian-prince-like email exchanges with a poseur who pretended in the loosest possible sense to represent the interests of the Russian government. The emails led to a meeting that went nowhere. Knock me over with a feather.

Walther then compares what the media is telling us to believe about Trump and Russia compared to what has actually been proven when it comes to Hillary Clinton and Russia:

Here was a presidential candidate whose husband, a former president, runs an international pseudo-charity that keeps him on a never-ending series of private jet flights to an equally interminable number of luxury hotels in exotic locales — a gruesome neoliberal shakedown machine with metal tentacles sunk into the bank accounts of shady businessmen and tinpot dictators the whole world round. An infinite number of grasping conflict-of-interest stories could have been written about the Clinton Foundation, and many were. But they didn’t matter nearly as much as TRUMP AND RUSSIA.

The mainstream media continues to run with this Russia / collusion narrative, not because a crime of any kind has been committed – do you not think that if anything illegal had occurred it would have been leaked from a thousand Washington political and media insiders by now? – but because, frankly, they’ve got no alternative. They still haven’t come to grips with the reality that Donald Trump – Donald Trump – beat Hillary Clinton in the presidential election, and they honestly don’t know what to do with themselves. Frankly, the CNNs, MSNBCs, and NPRs of the world are reacting like juveniles – they didn’t get their way, and they’re taking their ball and going home. It’s pretty pathetic. The good thing is that most of America sees them for what they are: a bunch of sore losers.

…along those same lines there’s this bit of news from the New York Times. It corresponds exactly to what I heard from my GOP operative guy high in the party’s echelon. We hadn’t communicated since Election Day, but he plays golf (a 10 handicap, so he says) and he called to say how entertaining he’d found my posts involving my golf game to be. He agreed with the advice Matthew gave me and wished me luck at this year’s Goodboys Invitational, which was nice. More importantly, he also told me he’s been hearing similar things involving opposition polling that a blogger called FLEPOREBLOG reported over at The Conservative Treehouse blog:

Earlier this month, a congressional source told me, Democratic strategists looking at a Republican-held swing district that is expected to be in play in next year’s midterm elections were shocked when a private poll they conducted showed that Republican support for Mr. Trump in the district is even stronger now than it was on Election Day.

My GOP guy tells me the Democrats are in far more disarray than the GOP could ever be, and that the biggest mistake the Democrats are making is allowing the mainstream media to overplay their hand as far as the whole Russia collusion thing and unrelenting opposition to President Trump goes. It’s his view that, more than anything, the American people are fair-minded, and that, even if they may not personally like Donald Trump or even agree with everything his administration is doing, they have a sense that he’s being treated unfairly by both Democrats and the mainstream media, and it’s going to hurt them come the 2018 midterms.

My feeling is that there’s no question that a lot can happen between now and the 2018 midterms, but I can guarantee you that President Trump is going to use the 2018 midterms as a referendum on his presidency and will therefore be barnstorming the country on behalf of GOP candidates that support his agenda. And I can also guarantee you that those incumbents who don’t toe the President’s line will find himself (or herself) on the wrong side of things were another Republican to decide to primary them. This president is a heckuva lot more popular with Republicans than the mainstream media will admit to.

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July 15, 2017

Apologies are in order for the lack of posts in the last ten days. Whenever I haven’t been working or hitting the driving range or actually playing golf I’ve been spending all my hours in project management certification training my company has required me to do. I’ve had nearly a year to sit down and get it done, but I let it go right up until near deadline, figuring it was at best a couple of days worth of effort. Silly me: I’ve come to discover it’s more like 36 hours for the three certifications. It’s all computer-based training and the stuff is pretty dry. And there are no shortcuts since you have to take a test at the end of each module and it’s context based to the extreme. I’m getting a lot out of it, but it’s not just sucking the hours out of my days, but it’s mentally draining as well.

Still, a blogger’s gotta blog, doesn’t he?

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July 4, 2017

Hat tip: pbs.twing.com

Freedom is never free. Happy birthday, America!

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July 2, 2017

Just in time for Goodboys Invitational weekend. One of my favorite Goodboys preparations is to watch the special features disc on the Jaws whatever anniversary release it was. Not only is it interesting, but Richard Dreyfuss reveals himself to be quite the storyteller.

This is why I can’t bring myself to go to St. Mary Magdalene regularly anymore. The Roman Catholics might have the best theology around, but they’re the biggest hypocrites in the world. Being a pedophile is bad enough, to hand a big cross around your neck as if you’re a servant of Christ is beyond sacrilegious. Both Pope John Paul II and Pope Benedict – two great Popes, BTW – had a chance to clean house and for whatever reason either didn’t or couldn’t. This new Pope is a social justice warrior moron, I got nothing to do or say to him.

I think the Golden Bear is about right on this. The longer Tiger is away, the tougher it will be for him to come back and compete at the level he is used to. But I figure he figures he’s got enough problems as it is.

Kudos to these pro-Trump activists. That’s the way to do it – convert them with kindness. If this were the liberal left protesting, they would have broken windows and trashed the place.

If this is indeed true, then there’s really nothing left as far as the mainstream media’s obsession with President Trump and Russia goes. It all started with General Flynn, remember? I’m going to go out on a limb here and predict that the whole Russia Special Counsel investigation is not about Trump, but about the Democrats, Hillary Clinton, and the Obama administration’s unmasking of American citizens solely for political gain. The Democrats will rue the day they pushed this TRump / Russia narrative. Now he’s going to each them for lunch.

This is (truly) CNN.

Regarding the hoopla over President’s Trump’s supposedly outlandish tweets about the MSNBC “Morning Joe” team of sleazeball Joe Scarborough and shallow, bitchy Mika Brezninski. The GOP elites in Washington simply can’t comprehend the idea of liberals bashing them on a daily basis and actually having the balls to call them out on it. My view? The only response GOP members should have is “We’ll get Trump to stop tweeting when you start treating him with the respect the office deserves, otherwise go **** yourselves.”

Meanwhile, while the media is focused on Trump and Morning Joe, good things are happening.

This is what a real President stands for.

LPGA golfer Natalie Gulbis as a Republican congressman? Could happen

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June 30, 2017

No, that rabbit isn’t dead, it’s Peach taking a well-deserved bunny nap after a morning of rearranging his area – something he does constantly – and finishing his breakfast of romaine lettuce, Italian parsley and slice of banana. That after his snack of dried pineapple chunks and Nibble Rings.

The first time we saw Peach taking a nap we kind of freaked out because he has this habit of his eyes kind of staying open and rolling back in his head as if he were dead. Of all the rabbits we’ve had over the years he’s the only one who sleeps like that. The other cool thing about Peach is seeing all that white fur under his belly and under his feet and bunny tail. If you see him during the normal course of his day you’d swear he’s a brown rabbit, but he’s got a whole lot of white just under his top fur.

Peach is a cool rabbit, but very timid. His cage area is open to the rest of the room (and, by default, the rest of the house), but he won’t venture beyond the rugs that define his area of the room from my office.

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June 27, 2017

Finally, today we’re going to start seeing daily temperatures that have been at 115 or better here in the Valley of the Sun start to drop to something a little more reasonable. The heat wave of the past ten days has been the hottest stretch of weather I can remember since we moved here, I can tell you that.

Cute and cuddly alligator? Not.

Expect to see more of this happening nationwide. The problem with the Komen Foundation is they lost their way, expanding into supporting Planned Parenthood and its bogus claims about providing free mammograms to women. As a result, the Komen Foundation’s reputation has been irreparably damaged. Too bad, but that’s the way it goes.

Unlike some, I don’t long for the good old days, at least when it comes to retailing. Even in the mall heyday I never liked Sears. Retailing of any kind has always – and will always – require creativity when it comes to treating the customer right.

…along those same lines: unlike Amazon, a brick-and-mortar store can’t carry everything, but what you do have to have is a) a reason for folks to come in, and b) a customer experience that leaves them wanting to come back for more.

…it’s like a restaurant: you can have the best food in the world, but if you have crappy service the word will get around, you’ll have lots of empty tables, and no one will want to come in. Likewise, you can have the best and most attentive service in the world, but if the food sucks the word will get around and you’re in the same death spiral.

…Sears never figured either of those things out. Their stores were always unimaginative and cluttered, and the help never seemed to care one way or the other. Now, Kohl’s is typically cluttered and sales help hard to find, but most folks seem to overlook that because of their selection and good deals. When I need, say, socks and underwear, I can go into a Kohl’s, find it in five minutes, and usually end up picking up an item or two I didn’t plan on simply because of the deals. Retailing isn’t easy, but even in these Amazon days it can be done successfully.

…I guess what I’m saying here is that I won’t miss Sears leaving the retailing scene in the least.

No matter where you go – even if you’re in the tropics and on vacation – rule #1 is nothing good happens after 11 PM.

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June 26, 2017

I like this…

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June 23, 2017

Every picture tells a story:

You first.

Class act.

Heroes work.

Classic surf.

Very cute, but evil.


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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