July 7, 2018

We’re down to less than two weeks before Goodboys Invitational weekend. I’m getting mentally in shape for it by catching the last couple of hours of the European Tour events on Golf Channel just as I’m starting work – this weekend it’s the Irish Open, next weekend it’s the Scottish Open, all leading up to the Open Championship which is always the same weekend as Goodboys Invitational weekend.

For me, the only professional golf event that comes close to the Open Championship is the Masters. I have fond memories of putting on the Open at my folks’ place on Thursday and Friday prior to Goodboys, since that’s where I’m usually staying. There’s just something about being back home in New England and watching morning golf in a faraway, exotic place. And then catching portions of it over Goodboys weekend prior to us playing on Saturday and Sunday has always been a lot of fun. Back in the day we’d have one of the rooms set up with a Bloody Mary bar and we’d all camp out and watch the coverage before it was time to go. Fun memories.

Nuclear test explosion videos. Kinda hard to believe we as human beings used to do this kind of stuff. Pretty frightening, actually. All I can think of is all the fish and desert critters killed as we tried to figure out how best to inflict the maximum amount of damage on human beings.

You’re Nancy Pelosi. And you’re wondering how on earth just ten years after having the presidency, the House and the Senate you’re now reduced to having to come out against a jobs report that is pretty much universally praised. Do you hate Donald Trump that much that you can’t even give him a smidge of credit for something that actually helps Americans and your constituents?

Massachusetts senator Elizabeth Warren is a fraud, always was. Donald Trump just has the balls to call her on it. And Mark Steyn’s column on “her fraudness” is a must-read laugh a minute.

Sorry to hear about Elvis Costello’s health issues. I mean, Elvis Costello! If he can grow old and have to battle a form of aggressive cancer, what does that mean for us mere mortals?

We had our first taste of monsoon on Wednesday with a small dust storm that hinted at bigger and better things to come. Everyone around here is hoping for a wet monsoon season because the long-term forecast for a low-grade El Nino is for another unusually warm and dry winter.

Tiger and Phil square off for a $10 million “grudge match”? Count me all in. Ought to be a blast to watch.

I guess karma is a bitch.

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July 3, 2018

You’re probably wondering (or could care less) why I haven’t been blogging. As hard to believe as it might be – or maybe it’s not hard to believe at all – we’ve had a setback at the so-called “Client Who Shall Remain Nameless”. Without going into details, what everyone assumed had been completed wasn’t completed. And there are a lot of fingers being pointed at various folks because of it, including, of course, yours truly. So now, over the holiday, I have my team having to do a whole bunch of stuff I thought we were done and gone with.

Got called on the carpet by one of the bigwigs asking when all of this will end. Told him I didn’t know. Don’t think he was too happy. Heads are starting to roll over the mistakes that have been made. My boss’s boss got his walking papers yesterday. My own boss? He’s keeping his distance. Not exactly the tact I would take, but I honestly don’t care anymore. I don’t think they’ll come after me, but if they do I really don’t give a sh*t – let life play out the way it has to. I’ll go with whatever fate decides. There are more important things to worry about – like, can I discipline myself to take 3/4 swings, keep my lower body quiet, and finish up on my back foot big toe.

Thing is, I was one of the loudest voices back in November telling all the clowns managing the project that it wasn’t ready to implement. They were asking me for answers to questions. I told them not only didn’t I have the answers to their questions, I didn’t even know all the questions yet. And after all this time my team is the equivalent to the Ebola virus while everyone and every other dick-head in upper management who allowed this fiasco to happen (well, as of today, minus one) is allowed to skate.

Keep in mind I’ve been living this fiasco day in, day out for more than eight months. Eight months! I can’t help but think there will comee a time when I’m laying in some hospital bed, old and withered, wondering when the dick-head who is supposed to change my bed pan will ever get off his iPhone (or whatever they are using at the time) and what I could have been doing during these eight months instead of being on this miserable, never-ending chain gang.

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June 21, 2018

I always look forward to the longest day of the year. It’s a cause for celebration, I think – for me, it’s typically a day to light candles all over the house and celebrate light in every form of brightness I can conjure up. This year, I’ll be playing golf in 110-degree temperatures – the first of two days straight. I want to work on my driver and my short game, and I want to see how well my back holds up. We’re just weeks away from Goodboys Invitational weekend, and things have finally quieted down at work, so it’s a perfect time to lube up, hydrate, and see what I can do out there. I haven’t exactly decided where I’m going to play – I’m leaning towards Papago Park today with a return to Superstition Springs tomorrow. One thing is for sure, I won’t be fighting the crowds on the first tee – when it gets this hot, it’s not too hard to walk onto a golf course around 10 AM and fly your way around the course.


If liberals are supposed to be the most compassionate of folks, why are they so uncivil in their actions and discourse? I know there are wackos on both sides of the political aisle, but you rarely see conservatives engaging in actions like this and this. Look, you can disagree and protest against whatever you want, but there are lines that shouldn’t be crossed, and liberals do it all the time. I don’t take to much of what Rush Limbaugh usually says, but in this case he’s right – people are going to be killed, and the lack of condemnation on the part of the mainstream media and Democrats speaks loudly.

The activist who led a demonstration inside a Mexican restaurant where is actually a Department of Justice employee – she needs to be fired immediately. And as for Peter Fonda, well, John Lennon pretty much sized him up as a wacko a long time ago in the fine deep track “She Said, She Said” from their classic LP Revolver:

We didn’t want to hear about that! We were on an acid trip and the sun was shining and the girls were dancing and the whole thing was beautiful and Sixties, and this guy – who I really didn’t know; he hadn’t made Easy Rider or anything – kept coming over, wearing shades, saying, “I know what it’s like to be dead,” and we kept leaving him because he was so boring! … It was scary. You know … when you’re flying high and [whispers] “I know what it’s like to be dead, man.”

You’d think ahead of the midterms that the libs would try and tone it down a bit, but if anything it seems to me they’re getting more unhinged every day. On one hand, it gives me great pleasure to know that President Trump has unhinged them so much that you know every day of their lives is one of unending misery; on the other, someone is going to get killed. And if that were to happen there are enough wackos out there who would take offense to something like that and want to take an eye for an eye.

Me? I just don’t understand it. I lived through eight years of Barack Obama and watched him attempt to turn this country into Venezuela but you didn’t see this kind of thing from conservatives. It baffles me because life is too damned short to get your panties in a wringer just because your candidate lost. If it bothers you that much, work your ass off to get more Democrats voted in. But this juvenile, obnoxious “resistance” bullshit – it has to stop.

It’s time for liberals to grow up and grow a pair. But I can guarantee you they won’t.

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June 20, 2018

A few thoughts about stuff.

As the media slobbers over the separation of illegal immigrant families who try to pass into the U.S. unlawfully – yeah, keep it up, Democrats, that’s a winning issue to run on – the Trump administration isn’t afraid one bit to unleash the hounds against Iran. I’ve always said in this space that the oriental (and here I’m referring to “the East” as opposed to “the West”) mind has always respected the fastest horse. They understand – and respect – President Trump far more than our insufferable, wet-nursed mainstream media does. Believe me, if you don’t think the mullahs in Iran don’t see what’s coming their way, you don’t understand Theodore Roosevelt’s “big stick” ideology in a 21st century setting. Donald Trump is the closest thing we’ve ever had to Teddy, and the world is going to be drastically and irrevocably changed because of it.

You want to talk about families being separated? OK, let’s talk about separating families.

…or the estimated 58.5 million babies separated from their mothers – permanently – since Roe vs. Wade.

…so excuse me for my lack of compassion for people who come here, knowingly and willingly putting their children at risk knowing that they are committing an illegal act.

Strange, I don’t remember Democrats making such a fuss about this when Barack Obama was president and you-know-who was Secretary of State. Their gall and hypocrisy knows no bounds. But like I’ve always said, Democrats don’t give shit about anything except power and getting elected. African-Americans used to be their identity group du jour, now they’re fawning over the Hispanics and transgenders. Anything for a vote.

It’s looking like an awesome pennant race between the Red Sox and the Yankees, doesn’t it? Be interesting to see what both teams do at the July 31 trading deadline.

Can we all agree that Director James Comey’s FBI was a cesspool of political activism on behalf of Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton? It’s really a disgrace that Madame Hillary was given a pass for her private server, e-mails, and reckless disregard for classified information because of partisan politics. The law ought to be the law. Mark my words, this is going to end up in Barack Obama’s Oval Office. And what is being uncovered here will make Richard Nixon and Watergate look like shoplifting gummy bears out of a candy store. This is going to change Washington and the way business is done there forever.

I guarantee you Robert Mueller has had enough and is going to be looking for a face-saving out to wrap his bogus investigation up by the end of July. Right around the MLB trading deadline.

Fifty years ago this instrumental hit the American charts for the first time. I loved it then, love it now. A very interesting arrangement with swooping strings and cool vocal work. It’s truly one of my “life songs” – a song that takes me back to innocent times, our families vacationing up at Lake Ossipee (or was it Molly’s cabin?) and a time when everyone and everything was young and alive. It’s all gone, gone forever.

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June 19, 2018

And so it appears that everything associated with the nightmare previously referred to in this space as “The Client Who Shall Remain Nameless” has ended with a whimper instead of a bang. The dick-head senior managers who inundated my inbox with messages and texted my cell at all hours of the day looking for immediate answers have all drifted back into anonymity. The skittish India support people who knew not how to open any cases without a status of “CRITICAL!!” have drifted away as well. The client folk who have been a regular part of the daily conversation for the past seven months? Gone as well. They’re all gone. As if the past seven months – seven friggin’ months – never happened. Seven months. A Vegas weekend ruined. A Christmas season ruined. 14-hour days (or more) and weekends spent at the computer spent trying to pull everything together. And not just me: others as well. And the project director responsible for the whole debacle – one that has to have cost the company hundreds of thousands of dollars? She’s not only still employed, but has moved to another group responsible for – of all things – overseeing client engagements. Go figure.

And it’s not just time that has been lost – time that could have been spent with family and friends and doing stuff around the house, my relationship with my boss and my the company I work for has been lost as well. I’ll never look at either the same way again. Loyalty and respect go two ways, and while I’ve never expected work to be anything but work, I don’t like being betrayed and disrespected in front of my team (something that happened more than once), and I’ll never allow myself to be put in that kind of position again. In the past I’ve been willing to overlook slights and the usual corporate bullshit in the interests of what’s best for the company. No more. Until this debacle I had never even once considered retirement, now, at 62, I could care less if they want to send me packing. I’ll find something else to do, believe me. Oh, I’ll continue to put in the effort expected as part of my position, but to go out of my way to help others in the company? Fuhgeddaboudit. This whole experience is one I won’t forgive and I won’t forget.

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June 10, 2018

We’re not far away from monsoon season here in the Valley of the Sun, and everyone is hopeful that it will be a wet one. The fact that there is already monsoon-ish weather down south of us in Mexico is a hopeful sign. Lord knows we could use some precipitation here because last winter was nearly bone dry, and a borderline El Nino predicted for next winter typically offers more of the same.

R.I.P. Anthony Bourdain. His most famous book, Kitchen Confidential, was a great read and one of the most entertaining books I’ve ever read. I didn’t enjoy his TV work as much – all too often I thought he was always trying to be edgy for the sake of being edgy – but there’s no doubt that’s how he lived his life – on the edge, and ultimately the edge caught up with him. I feel bad that he killed himself knowing he was leaving an 11-year old daughter behind. Having had a brother who committed suicide several years ago, I can’t imagine what it would take to drop that kind of weight on your children. But that’s the nature of suicide – it is an act of irrationality that, unless you’ve experienced that kind of darkness (which I never have), you can’t understand.

R.I.P. Danny Kirwin, a Fleetwood Mac before Fleetwood Mac became, well, “Fleetwood Mac”. He was a gifted guitarist, his sounds all over Bare Trees, a classic in my opinion. Kirwin’s lead guitar work is prominent on one of my favorite Christine McVie tunes, her fine “Spare Me A Little Of Your Love”.

R.I.P. Johnny “Pie” McKenzie. Back in the early ’70s when the whole New England area was Bruins-crazy you could recite the line he was on, alongside Fred Stanfield and Johnny Bucyk.

Sad to hear about Charles Krauthammer. I always enjoyed watching him spar with Bill O’Reilly on “The O’Reilly Factor”. Didn’t always agree with him, but I respected him as a writer and an observer of the politics. One can only wish him and his family peace in the short time they have together.

…which is why I try to find something in every day to make it worth living. It might be just a few minutes with a glass of pinot grigio under happy pineapple lights on the back patio listening to palm tree branches rustle in a warm breeze, or watching the mourning doves congregate on our wall to drink from our fountain, or take a warm soak in the tub with a good book, or hit a bucket of balls at the range. There’s always something in every day that you don’t want to take for granted, so live each day as if it were your last!! You never know when that physical exam is going to come back with something unpleasant, or some part of your body that you like having gives out.

I’m pretty agnostic when it comes to the legalization of marijuana, but anything that would tie Democrats and liberals panties in a knot is OK by me. Just another reason why I love this president.

Honestly, you can’t make this stuff up. What’s wrong with beauty pageants? Look, I understand life isn’t always fair. Not everyone is born beauty-pageant pretty. Me? I’d like to think I look at the whole package when it comes to women – I’ve known pretty women I wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole and average-looking women whose “whole package” makes them far more attractive than looks alone. But for gawdsakes, there’s nothing wrong with a pretty girl, just as there’s nothing wrong with exploiting guys that are hugely handsome. But that’s liberals for you – they just want to suck the joy out of life. It’s just a damned beauty pageant. Live with it!

Which reminds me: God willing, I’m so looking forward to Vegas in December – this time with no laptop in tow, and no text coming across my phone in the middle of nowhere demanding I be in Pensacola, Florida the next day. I want to replay my year all over again from the moment “The Client Who Shall Remain Nameless” started.

Just another way Donald Trump is changing not just the way the world looks at the U.S.A., but changing the world. Period.

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June 7, 2018

…so it’s like the gods are conspiring against us at “The Client Who Shall Remain Nameless”. There was real hope that our work there would be complete by now, but something happened over the last weekend and everything has once again slowed to a crawl. So it’s yet another weekend of work that should have been done two weeks ago. Painful.

Gonna be hot this weekend, hot enough to scare golfers from teeing off at Superstition Springs any time after 10 AM. Perfect for me, as I want to play nine holes with two balls – one white, one orange – just to see how the new M2 irons (actually, graphites) perform. I haven’t done much chipping or putting lately, so this will be a good opportunity to lube up, drop four water bottles in the cart, and go out and work on my game.

Looks like “The Big Ugly” has started: it’s well past time people started to be held accountable for lying to federal authorities and leaking classified information to the media. The media and the “Deep State” have been at war with President Trump almost from the moment he announced his candidacy, and it’s well past time the Justice Department sends a message that lying and leaking and mishandling classified information (Hillary can’t be sleeping to well tonight) is no longer to be tolerated. The next month ought to be very interesting.

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June 2, 2018

I’m hoping this is the last of the really hard weekends trying to get “The Client Who Shall Remain Nameless” back to where they need to be. The light truly is at the end of the tunnel: the team has had two really good weeks since the false alarm two Thursdays ago that put me temporarily on suicide watch; while we’re not going to get as much done this weekend to close things out, there’s a good chance that by this time next weekend we will have. I can already feel the stress just pouring out of me; whenever I take a moment to relax I find myself drifting off to sleep. My body is achy from head to toe as the muscles all start to relax and decompress. This has been the absolute worst six months of my life, but it really feels as if the whole fiasco is coming to an end.

I’ve taken my new TaylorMade M2 graphites out to the Superstition Springs range three times now, and all I can say is they are by far the best clubs I’ve ever owned. They hit like a dream, and I’ve gained one club length simply by them being what they are. With things starting to finally settle down at “TCWSRN”, I’m thinking one more range session next weekend before I start taking Fridays off to play all the way to Goodboys weekend in July.

Hillary Clinton has so far blamed everyone and everything for her 2016 election loss, but the one person she hasn’t had the guts to blame was the one person who gave all the liberals out there Donald Trump: their savior, Barack Obama:

All you did was troll Donald Trump into running for president in the first place, stand by while Ferguson and Baltimore rioted and burned, give Iran billions in exchange for empty promises, allow Russia to establish a beachhead in the Middle East for the first time in half a century, browbeat Israel at every opportunity, ram through Obamacare after Scott Brown’s election in Massachusetts, preside over the mass migration of children across the southern border in 2014, expand the DACA amnesty despite saying 22 times you lacked authority to do so, use the permanent structure of government to devastate the Appalachian economy, convince half of America that liberals were ready to take their guns (this wasn’t hard to do), have your Education Department issue orders that led to the campus-assault craze and the deterioration of classroom discipline and that, months before a presidential election, mandated trans-bathrooms in schools, have your Justice Department preside over a sloppy (I’m being charitable) investigation into Hillary Clinton’s use of a private email server that included, at one point, your attorney general secretly meeting with the husband of the subject of the investigation on an airport tarmac, muscle out Joe Biden, who might have won, from the race, and hand the party back to the less-likable half of America’s most polarizing and corrupt political couple. Not to mention the eight years of lecturing. Oh, the lecturing. . . .

Not to mention siccing the IRS after conservative Tea Party organizations, running guns to Mexican drug smugglers that resulted in the death of a border agent, and hide the fact that you left your own ambassador to Libya and American servicemen and intelligence officers to die in Benghazi, and trash the very country you were President of every time you went overseas. After a while, your agenda became clear – but only clear enough that an outsider running as a plain-speaking, red-white-and-blue loving modern day Harry Truman could beat the likes of Hillary Clinton.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Barack Obama could have been one of the greatest presidents this country ever had. He could have single-handedly healed the racial divisions this country had, but he didn’t want to. It was too much work for someone who was fundamentally lazy, and the whole idea of bringing truly diverse groups of people together was just something he never really embraced. Oh, he and the activists he surrounded himself with believed in diversity, but only the kind of diversity progressives and liberals believe in. They despise this country, they despise America, they despise freedom, and most especially, they despise anyone who doesn’t think like they do. They hate, demean, and despise “fly-over country” because they don’t understand anything outside of their little liberal conclaves along the coasts. Hillary Clinton’s campaign revealed just how much they despised folks who weren’t like them, and now they have paid dearly for it.

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May 29, 2018

To think that the same band that produced this also produced this as the “A” side of the same single.

..and produced both this and this as flips on the same 45 RPM single. Check the videos out, the quality is astounding!

..and produced both this and this on the same 45 RPM single. At the same time as what most folks believe was the greatest rock album ever produced. As for the latter, it was the first “psychedelic rock” release – light years ahead of what other bands were even thinking about doing at the time. Most folks don’t realize the original track was played fast and then slowed down from the original speed to give it that murky feeling. It remains (at least in my view) the greatest bass performance of Paul McCartney’s career. This is what it sounds like when played at the original speed. The guy is good – even has the Ricky bass!

…and produced both this and this on the same 45 RPM single. At the same time as Rubber Soul.

…and produced both this and this for a 45 RPM release.

…and produced both this and this for a 45 RPM release.

I won’t even talk about “lesser” releases that any other band would have considered far and away the best of their career. ‘You can talk about the “greats” all you want, but that the Beatles achieved over their time in terms of both sales – and quality of product – will never be equaled again.

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May 28, 2018

Hat tip: Jack Posobiec.

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