Thoughts of a Common Man

There’s a video clip of three MAGA hillbillies in a wrestling match on the White House lawn. One of the wrestlers or fighters, or whatever hell they are called Michelle Obama a man. Pedo pig fell asleep. The reflective pool is filled with algae after the $14 million, no-bid contractor messed the entire thing up. The Iran ‘Deal’ is an absolute ass-kicking as it is worse than what was torn up. We are white trash. I didn’t watch any of the $60 million birthday party other than the couple of clips. I did see the idiot call Michelle a man, and that truly disappointed me because it tells us exactly where we are as a country. Racists. Embarrassing. No matter where you stand, look at what they’ve done to the property. They paved the rose garden. Demolished an entire wing. Ripped up the lawn. Not to mention that the Oval Office now looks like the room they dragged Sadam Hussein out of. Gawdy. Ugly. White Fucking Trash.

I made it through an NBA Game- start to finish - and I’m glad I don’t bet because my feeling before the game was that they would clinch it on their home court in Game 6. They did it in 5 because they never backed down when things got tough. Brunson is a terrific player. Opened my eyes on Sunday morning knowing that my favorite 4 hours of the week was coming up. Got a text 90 minutes before tee time: “Doesn’t look good.” What???? I glanced out the window. It looked all right to me. Checked the weather forecast. Rain for the next hour. Stopping in 30 minutes. Next rain cloud showed up at one in the afternoon! “Pouring here,” was the next text. “I heard thunder.” Five minutes later, everyone backed out. Yep. Between 8:15 and 2:00 it rained a total of 3 minutes. We skipped a cherished round of golf because we would have had to wipe down one club around hole 15. I certainly was not going to fill my time with the white trash olympics on the White House lawn. The one thing that keeps me stres...

On Saturday afternoon I caught a video of people on motorcycles or dirt bikes, or some freaking thing, doing flips on ramps in front of the White House. I had one thought: “Embarrassing.” Where are the conservatives who frown on behavior that is frivolous and undignified? On Sunday there was a wrestling match, or some such nonsense, and all the lying brown-nosed GOP politicians were quick to send out birthday wishes to  the guy they claim works 22 hours a day, and only seems to rest his eyes in meetings. And there’s a demolished section of the White House on the property, which brings to thought another phrase: “White Trash.” To top it off, birthday boy supposedly spent some of his time with his best buddy Epstein torturing a child by mutilating her nipples. This was discovered by a group of New York Times reporters who sat on the story until their book came out ,.  ..and the story was widely ignored because being a pedophile in that party is a ‘who cares?” nothing burger. Cel...

Sports is such an amusing distraction for the shit show that is normal every day life. I’ve seen a lot of great games through the years, and most of the time my team loses, but that’s why God made me a Yankees fan… …so I knew what winning was like. Anyway, Game 4 of the NBA Finals was one of ‘those’ games. An instant classic, I suppose, but for 3/4ths of the game, it was an absolute snooze fest. Of course, they didn’t start the game until 8:30, so I had no chance of watching beyond halftime, and given how the half went, I wouldn’t have watched it anyway. I was asleep by 10:15 or so. I woke up for some reason and checked the score. Spurs 92 Knicks 75 with 11 minutes to go. “No chance,” I thought. Immediately went back to sleep. Through the din, I heard my son Sam say: “No way!” Checked again. The lead was down to 4.  I thought: “I can stay up for the rest of it.” Immediately went back to sleep. The next time I woke up it was morning. The Knicks won on an insane tip-in, and all of Ne...

It’s truly an every day question that’s aggravating.  It’s worse in the summer months when the thought of turning on the oven after being out in the sun is kinda’ pathetic. “We ordering something?” Kathy asked. “I guess.” “A sub? Hot dogs? Pizza?” “I’d do Chinese,” I finally said, knowing full well she didn’t want Chinese. “Order yours,” she said. “Me and Sam will get something. What time we eating?” “‘Ten Minute’ is what they’ll say when I call,” I said. I ordered all my favorites, and got an extra egg roll for some reason. Ended the question for a day, anyway, but ‘what’s for dinner?’ will rear its ugly head again tomorrow. One of the best things we did was assign a couple of meals to a couple of nights. Wednesday is pasta for me. It was pizza night for everyone else. On Sunday, I make pasta. So, we’re down to five nights. “How about breakfast for dinner?” Is tossed my way once in a while, and suddenly I’m a short order cook. When I lived with my Dad on the road, dinner was never...

We have to further discuss the presidential visit to the NBA Finals as we now know the facts so they can be preserved for all of history. First off, a funky aspect of it all is that New Yorkers are currently walking around New York City burning sage to get rid of the evil. For the uninitiated, they flashed pedo pig on the screen during the national anthem. That was by design.  They didn’t think the boos would rain down during the anthem. They believed that would be unpatriotic, but we are way past that. And they don’t know New Yorkers. The boos were loud. They were louder at the watch parties everywhere people were gathered. How would the cult respond? First, Fox News manipulated the tape - mixed some cheers in and eliminated some of the booing. A reporter was to afraid to frame the question any other way than ‘What did you thing of the reception you got?’ That lined him up perfectly fly to do the thing he loves best: Lie. “Amazing. Mostly cheers.” Now, it may seem trivial to some,...