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Melanoma

So, the First Lady chimed in. Let’s talk about her for a minute. Every time she gets dressed up someone compares her to Jackie O and mentions that she’s classy. She came off a stripper pole, and there are plenty of nude photos of her. We’ve heard it said that she was Epstein’s girlfriend and she was handed off to the orange blob. Now, she’s chiming in on a joke that Jimmy Kimmel told about her being an expectant widow. Jimmy Kimmel is a comedian who gets paid for telling jokes. His joke didn’t call for anyone to be 86’d… …she’s married to an 80 year old man who eats Big Macs like tic-tocs. She’s an expectant widow. Another thing. I’ve heard that she can fluently speak 5 languages. I heard that out of the mouth of the man who lies as he breathes but I tell you that one of the languages isn’t English. She’s an immigrant who got in under suspect circumstances, but that was a long time ago, and she really can’t speak English. She destroyed the rose garden. She doesn’t live with her husband...

Friends & Neighbors

We like Jon Hamm in most everything he’s done, and we saw season 1 of ‘Friends & Neighbors’ where he’s a rich guy who gets fired and divorced and does his break bad. He starts robbing his rich friends and neighbors, and seeing the wealth on full display has always been nauseating to me. So, it’s a show where it’s easy to root for the guy doing the stealing. There has never been a greater divide in this country than right now. It’s not blue versus red either. It’s the rich against the poor, and sadly there are millions more in the poor camp, but all the millions of people have less money than just a handful of men. When I hear that someone has an obscene amount of money I often wonder: “What do they do with so much money?” “Why do they want more?” But, make no mistake, they want every last nickel. We can’t afford to feed kids at school or make sure that a family doesn’t have to go bankrupt if someone gets sick…. …but we can bomb another nation because Israel controls us. And everyon...

Another New Low

James Comey may be solely responsible for this mess as he interfered in the 2016 election by pulling a stunt that destroyed Hillary Clinton. Over email bullshit. Doesn’t that seem funny to everyone now as we’re being robbed blind by the current administration?? They’re committing crimes every day. Anyhow, back to today. Comey has been indicted for a 2nd time - the first one was immediately dismissed. His HUGE crime? He wrote ‘86-47’ in seashells and posted it on twitter. Seriously. He was arrested for that! In America… …where we are free to… …to what? How much longer before they come after some guy for calling a politician a fat, orange, lying pedophile criminal in a blog? Can’t be much longer, right? ‘86’ is a term used in the restaurant business for get rid of a meal. ‘47’ is the number of presidents there have been if you’re actually counting #45 and #47. I don’t think either should count as he’s done absolutely nothing for anyone except himself… …but okay. ‘86 - 47’ Can loosely be ...

Happy Place

On Sunday morning we made it to my happy place.  We were missing one member of the usual foursome, but it was great to see the boys in the lot as we loaded our clubs onto the cart. It’s been a long winter and I’d grown mighty weary of the rain and mud. The look at the first hole was one that lingered. I just wanted to take it all in. Got a good swing on the first shot, but pulled it left. There was a lot of that. I missed fairways, but hit a lot of mid-season shots too. Just getting a feel, and a look around at the beauty of the course. We chatted. Lots to catch up on. JC bought new clubs. No political talk. Very little work talk. Just outside on a Sunday morning. And the soreness and the tired muscles felt great. Here’s hoping it’s a weekly event.

Don’t Buy This One Either

We can’t trust anything we’re told. So, I have a simple philosophy: If they tell us something, the opposite is probably true. I don’t even want to comment on the violence at the correspondents dinner other than to say: “Thoughts and prayers.” Offer him a bulletproof backpack and lunch pail and teach him how to hide under his desk. Also, who runs their security? Don Knotts and the Apple Dumpling Gang? How do they keep bringing guns into secured locations? Whatevs as the kids say. I can’t keep having my mind controlled by distractions. “The war isn’t going great. They still want to see the Epstein files, and everyone is saying that the Butler shooting was staged.” “Oh, I have an idea! Let’s stage another one!” “Great idea, sir! This time we won’t kill anyone!!” “Right, and the moment it happens how about we all tweet that we need a ball room?” Nope. Bulletproof backpack that’s all you get.

All Geeked Up

I headed to BJ’s this morning because we have a tee time tomorrow, and I’m not sure short pants will work, so I needed a pair of pants. My sweatpants are embarrassing.  As a matter of fact, as I was looked through the selection of pants, a wife scolded her husband. “Once we buy these,” she said. “We are no longer going to wear clothes with holes in them.” “I’ll try,” the poor bastard said. I found some pants, and turned around, and there it was. ‘Revenge Prey’ the just released book by John Sandford. My heart jumped. “No way!” I said. I all but skipped home, and excitedly explained that: “SANDFORD HAS A NEW BOOK OUT!” “Good Lord,” Kathy said. “He’s going to be all geeked out for a couple of days.” It’s the absolute truth. I’ve been reading Sandford’s ‘Prey’ books for well over 30 years, and the last book I released, ‘The Crime’ was written in Sandford’s style. (I nailed it by the way). Damn! I’m all fired up. Thanks to John Sandford… 💥 …Hope he’s halfway thru the next one. “You’re...

Sometimes You Need A Steak

Another cold morning here as we approach May, and I visited a huge site where a data center is being built. I have no idea what that means other than there are about 7 buildings, a number of tower cranes and about 700 employees. “What goes in a data center?” I asked. No one knows, but there’s millions being spent. It was a long ride and my mind began to wander. “I want a big steak,” I thought. I stopped by the butcher and noticed that the porterhouse section was empty. “We have some,” the butcher said. “Just have to cut them.” “I’ll take two,” I said, “Cut them thick.” I had a strip steak for Kathy. Both Sam and I would get the porterhouses which were cut about 2” thick. “Geez, how much does that way?” Sam asked as I took them out of the oven. “They have to be 30 ounces each,” I said. Now, there was a day when I could eat a 30-ounce steak, but not anymore. Sam couldn’t finish either. “How much were the steaks?” Kathy asked. “I didn’t ask,” I said. Sometimes you need a steak. Was a long...