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Robbing Us Blind

Remember last year when Musk was running around firing people because the plan was to save money and cut waste? Turns out there is plenty of money. A ballroom. An arch. Painting the pool. A war that’s costing billions to get rid of non-existent nukes and to open a strait that was open before we started bombing schools. Golf trips every weekend, where the government pays the golfer for going. Imagine running your household finances in such a way. “We don’t have money for food or healthcare, but I painted the pool. I knew a guy who needed the work so I overpaid him.” The quote. “I don’t think about Americans at all. I don’t think about anyone.” That’s as pathetic a quote that an American president has ever uttered. And it’s every damn day. He’s calling reporters dumb and stupid. He’s sleeping through meetings. We’re at war and we have no clue, as he spends half the day saying ‘We’re doing great. We like Iran and we’re close to a deal.’ The other half of the day it’s: “We’re going to bomb...

Succession Plan

Nearing 62 years old, I’ve started getting questions about what my plans are for the future. I usually get those questions from someone in the corporate office, and it always catches me a little off-guard because while I know there’s less days left in front of the horse than what’s behind the cart, but I never think of it much during the work day. Only difference between now and twenty years ago is that the legs get a little heavy towards the end of the week. I climb ladders and scaffolding without hesitation. I can’t imagine my clients calling someone else for their work because I’ve worked with most of them for more than 30 years. “Your son is in the business, right?” I was asked.  “Yes, he’s still learning.” “Bring him in. I’ll hire him tomorrow.” So, a true succession plan, I guess. And nothing lasts forever. Truly hoping that my boys get the chance to have a nice, long career in a country where they have a chance. It’s bad enough what we did to these kids. They need an opportu...

Out of Sync

My golf game is dependent on my hitting the ball straight. I’ve been playing for 45 years, and I know my swing. If it goes out of whack, it usually snaps back in early enough in the round, and I can repeat the swing. I’ve played 3 rounds since the weather half-ass broke - and I haven’t felt comfortable. At all! The ball is tailing off to the right, and it’s going nowhere. Wind has definitely been a factor. Cold temperatures. I can’t get the grip right. Now, I’m not butchering it, but it’s driving me crazy. I’ve always said when I’m going bad that I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, and why I’m going good, I don’t know how I fixed it. It’s an infuriating game, and one year I won’t be decent at it anymore. Yesterday, I was in the barrel after a double bogey, and I went for a walk, and a team meeting. Last hole. Par 5. “Hit the damn ball straight.” I was 10 yards past the hole after my 3rd shot. Chipped on. Made the putt. A par to finish on a tough hole. Now? I have to wait about 160 hours...

Happy Mother’s Day!

A great Mom is the best. My Mom has lost her memory, but that’s not to say that we haven’t had some great times and laughs over the past year. I discovered that her memory survived when music is being played, and watching her sing every word to ‘Summer Wind’ by Frank was a highlight of the year. Through the years, we shared a love of reading, and one of the television shows we loved was ‘The Odd Couple’. I played her the theme song and we watched a couple of episode clips a few weeks ago. I love that I always had a close relationship with my Mom and I’m grateful she is still here. As for Kathy, she is close to the boys. Perhaps a little too close. A few years back they were in Vegas and she was talking with them and their friends and I heard her calling an uber for them. “What’re you doing?” “Making sure they get back to the hotel safely,” she said. I laughed. But that’s what a Mom does. And there’s no expiration date to it. Happy Mother’s Day to all the Moms out there. Have a perfect ...

The Stones

The Rolling Stones are releasing an album of new songs in July. They put out the first two this week, and I couldn’t help smiling through the opening riff. Classic blues, Mick, gritty lyrics.  Turn it up! The Sabres and Yankees both laid an egg last night, and it’s crazy how emotions are centered on a game. It’s a good thing too, as the country spirals down the drain. Gas prices are out of hand, huh? It’s sad. People struggling to keep their necks above the water aren’t going to be able to do that much longer. But we don’t want Iran to have a nuke that they didn’t have. I learned late on Friday that I have my Vegas safety comedy residency back and that it’s uncensored. “Free rein,” the guy said. “I caught your act a few years back and it could’ve been on HBO.” That’s always great fun, and Kathy is excited about the trip. What else? Weather still sucks. Gonna’ try tomorrow to find the swing…. …hoping the wind is quiet. Go Sabres 

And Now….A Virus! 🦠

Hearing the mumbling about the Hantavirus making its way to America. Remember how much fun we had during Covid? I’m sure we’ll be well-informed. What’s known so far is that it started on a Dutch cruise ship and has to do with rodents. Didn’t we do away with the World Health Organization? I know that no one believes in science, and I can’t wait for the first press conference where we spit ball drinking bleach or shooting ultra-violet light up our asses. Why not, right? The war has grown boring as it goes like this: “We are doing really well. Iran loves us now, and we are hours away from a deal that saves us all from the nuclear bomb that they were going to drop on us, but I stopped it, and did you hear that I passed a cognitive test? The first question was easy. There was a picture of a giraffe. I aced that part, and the doctor said, with tears in his eyes, that no one ever got that answer so fast, and Obama wouldn’t take it. I’ve stopped eleven wars.” And then Iran bombs our ships. The...

Absolutely Senseless

The orange pedophile has been doing a lot of talking lately. He had a group of children into the Oval Office and he asked one young girl which sports she liked. She said volleyball and soccer. He told her she was a little short to play volleyball. You don’t say things like that to children, but who knows, right? He went into the war with Iran. Seriously, he talked to the children about Iran shooting protesters in the head. He also spoke to them about the election being stolen and how he aced his dementia test. To children!!! But he’s all there, right? Then to top it all off, Melanoma joined him and spoke of his ‘great empathy’. The audience laughed! When he spoke of his wife he mentioned that she has a boy that she loves who is quite tall. It’s his kid!! Yet, he never says that. He always references that: “She has a boy.” No wonder he doesn’t know how to talk to children. He probably shouldn’t be left alone around them anyway. He was Epstein’s best buddy.