Randoms

A Mind Unfocused

If the US government was to come to you, and you were running a small munitions factory that oddly enough produced small munitions, tiny devices meant to blow up and wreak big havoc, would you take the contract?

Would you agree to build small killing devices, miniature killing devices, for the US government and our military agencies, knowing that one in Tennessee happened to blow up killing sixteen employees, and this not too soon after it appeared that perhaps a microphone pack explosive device was used to take out Charlie Kirk?

Would you sit and quietly think to yourself, that explosion in Tennessee, that looks an awfully lot like a “clean up on aisle three”, from a previous sale they would want to hide.

If you think our CIA, FBI, and other agencies would think twice about the loss of sixteen American lives as measured against getting caught in some international plot to murder an evangelistic leader whose power can no longer be controlled, you sir are an idiot.

Were I one of those good old Southern boys who didn’t just shoot guns, but had to know everything about how they work, how you can make small charges that can make a big difference, and how to assist in making pagers kill, cell phones kill, and other compact devices become murders little helper, I’d be rather wary about my customer base.

Overpayment for goods and services in that industry might be rather tempting, where you are customizing one off goods, and therefore the profit motive can be tremendous. However, having no control over the use of such devices, once they’ve left your shop, the havoc they create could come back to call your profession into question. You might find yourself tied to espionage, international intrigue, and collateral damage that some might call “death of innocents”.

I think it is more than possible, even probable, that some good old boys down in Tennessee realized at some point they knew too much, but didn’t think to run. Probably because those kind of good old boys are the same kind that sing along with country songs whose lyrics include, “we’ll put a boot up your ass”, and who have pictures of every relative in uniform on the end tables and mantle at home. The kind who like to think they bleed red, white, and blue.

This crew running things now at the CIA, if they want to kill an international terrorist, and know he is somewhere in a small town, they wouldn’t think twice, they’d take out the entire town to kill one terrorist.

Our security agencies themselves have become our biggest threat. Please do recall the Biden Presidency, where his FBI labeled white people the biggest terrorist threat to our nation. In reality, nothing separates us from those sixteen victims of a tragedy in Tennessee, except that perhaps we didn’t participate in their tiny, mechanized, murder tours, but are seen by the powers-that-be as just as dangerous to leave alive.

A bit of projection there, as Biden’s FBI had targeted whites, and white Catholics in particular, as being a real problem for their agenda.

Hmmmm, here I sit, an aging white Catholic conservative, who actually believes that I have rights as outlined in both our Constitution and the Bill of Rights. Who values my freedom, privacy, liberty, and self determination and who would strongly oppose anyone or any government that might try to infringe upon these rights.

I might be on more than one list.

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Tucker says soon Trump will be gone, and our ten year obsession will no longer be front and center. And he asks, what will we talk about then, when Trump is gone?

Uh, we will still be a Zionist controlled government where AIPAC controls our Congress, has placed an Israeli flag outside of every Congressional office, and where a Miriam Adelson and Company can just purchase our Presidents, and control all of our foreign policy.

Trump may be gone, but the bought-and-paid-for politicians that are beholden to Israel, and billionaire Jewish donors, are still legion. Have you heard Ted Cruz, or Marco Rubio speak? JD Vance was calling Netanyahu direct while negotiating a US peace treaty with Iran. All three have sold us all out to a foreign influence operation.

Trump may be gone, but if it is “Next Zionist puppet up” for the US, we are done. Cooked, done, gone, over.

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I’m giving myself new good advice. I feel compelled to share.

Sure, it is along the lines of “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference”.

But I’ve reduced it to, “get small”.

In my personal life to focus on the small things that can make one happier, and to allow the larger issues of life that I can do nothing to change, just be, exist, absent an internal angst that tears at the soul.

A smaller meal well made, and consumed at a slower pace. Conversation with meaning at the dinner table, absent peeks at the phone. Sitting down and momentarily stopping for thought, purposeful thought, before grabbing the channel changer.

The world at large is racing at warp speed, but I can choose momentarily not to join in, and to try to relax the body, and soothe the mind, if even for a brief flash.

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At this advanced age I’ve learned to admire those in our communities who are attempting to create quality and value, and who make profit and earnings a secondary concern.

Too many chase the almighty dollar as the end of all means. And everyday it appears we are being told across the spectrum of media that chasing the dollar is our holiest calling.

I’m about to begin a new business venture, I plan on making quality job one. Which shouldn’t be difficult as the Amish will be involved in production, and they are all about quality, value, and spirituality. Associating with them makes me a better human.

I wish mom was around to see their impact upon me. She’d go into shock.

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My infant grandchildren stare thought the iPhone screen at us and smile at our gibberish speaking antics. They laugh at eensie, weensie, spider, or when I say, “chickie, chickie, chickie goes peep, peep, peep” in a high falsetto voice.

Zoom calls with seven month old grandchildren as the norm, chatting daily on screen since they live hours away, or even continents away. What an age. Seven month olds communicating through the iPhone as if, “of course we do”.

When you are from the age of Dick Tracy and his watch television screen, but it is all real now, you tend to marvel at the advancement. No matter how much it was all predicted and promised.

If I have any problems with the conversations at all, it is that this new generation tries to ruin everything. You can’t just do the eensie spider thing, now you have to do “Grandma Spider”, and “Mexican Spider”, and “Mommy Spider”. They’ve ruined the whole little spider thing we’ve done with kids for generations.

It all has a Baby Shark kind of vibe, and I don’t like it. At all. They screwed with the birthday song too, making every birthday party a long-winded song disaster. We all end up eating candle wax in our cake, because the spoiled ass trophy for all generation couldn’t just sing the God Damned time honored birthday song.

Mexican Spider, get a freaking life.

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Something about “Lady Gaga” repulses me, it is a gut reaction, absent thought. Just the sight of her makes my skin crawl, and my spirit cringe. She has an ugliness within that is so thorough, so engrained, so potent, I literally cringe seeing her appear on screen.

I think she must be an awful immoral and foul human being to cause such a reaction in me. Few people I’ve either met, or seen, have caused such a visceral response.

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We now live in a world where the ninth grade basketball phenom has the potential to get paid, while the adult potential professional golfer is faced with out-of-pocket expenses and huge pressures to play well and succeed.

College football players are banking millions, while a golfer that has earned his tour card but is middle class has to stand on the first tee of his first professional tournament with no guaranteed income, but a laundry list of expenses.

From paying a caddy, to hotel rooms, food, and travel costs, not to mention equipment costs, and swing coaches, the middle class golf talent with some mild promise has to stand on the first tee sticking a peg in the ground facing an actual financial loss for the privilege.

That is wrong. In this day and age.

The professional golf life is not equal. The “big bonus babies” sign equipment contracts, shoe contracts, and logo contracts into the millions. The kid that earned his tour card more anonymously has to either have a wealthy family to bankroll his efforts, or a small community behind him that can help foot the bill early on. Before the earnings arrive.

Early on golf grew out of the country club set, and those that traveled the municipal set had a different path to tour. Wealth was not an issue at the top of the game, so many had such wealth from the country club backgrounds that to remain an amateur was prized and respected. Everyone was from money, no need to sully one’s reputation going out on a tour that had small prize money, and was fledgling.

I find it sad that some middle class dolt with talent for the game has to find himself standing there playing on Thursday, worrying about a missed cut, after having totaled up thousands in entry fees, hotels, airlines, meals and caddies.

The world is changing, the game needs to change. There is no “honor” in being a starving golfer being told “play better” if you want to earn. There is a ruthless element to that advice that smacks of being penalizing. And on purpose. As if to preserve the game for the elite country club set.

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Oh, bad, bad, bad, Islam and all that Sharia Law is bad, and not compatible with Western Values, they devalue women, they marry children, their culture is so awful. Uh, yeah, two things can be true at once.

The Muslim religion and the values they hold are not compatible with us in the West, and Zionists are murderers and thieves who steal land in the West Bank, Lebanon, and from other sovereign nations, and who just murdered off all of Gaza in a genocide before the world’s eyes.

This isn’t a zero sum game. Jewish owned media promoting the idea that “all Muslims are bad” on constant loop in the United States does not naturally therefore make the Israeli stance “compatible” with Western Values, a superior friend to us all in the West, and elevate Israel, Israelis, Jews, and Zionists over and above Muslims and the preferred nation to us all.

They are both equally abhorrent and if they both got wiped off the map tomorrow morning by 10:00AM the world would be a better place. Fact.

Do you recall the movie “True Lies”? The depiction of Arabs in that movie was so comically over-the-top as to be ridiculous. I couldn’t believe how camp it all was.

I’m tired of this Muslim bashing crap, it diverts attention from the real criminals; Israel.

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I refuse to believe that after such incompetence, failure, and mismanagement that Karen Bass is leading the race for mayor in Los Angeles. That just isn’t possible, even a liberal will turn when you burn their home down. There has to be a point at which even the most ardent liberal says, “enough”.

If Karen Bass wins her bid for re-election then forget it, our elections are rigged through mass mail in ballot stuffing, there is not chance of overcoming such chicanery, and we are doomed in the US to have Democrats destroy our quality of life, our cities, and our states until such time as they fully run out of other people’s money.

At some point, with so many hands attempting to grab, steal, and get, we have to actually run out. I honestly thought that policeman, fireman, and even lifeguards retiring on hundred grand pensions in California would bust the state, but as yet they have yet to go down to broke and done. I can’t figure out what is keeping Chicago and California afloat.

Karen Bass and her candidacy is the canary-in-the-coal-mine of our elections. If she pulls out a win over Spencer Pratt you can forget about voting, the elections are rigged beyond hope.

The old skeptical adage, if voting mattered they’d never let you do it, has finally come true in the age of computerized voting, and mail in ballots.

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I am convinced totally that we are in the process of the WEF, in conjunction with our CIA, FBI, and other organizations behind the scenes, of the creation of “Big Brother”, where all at once we will find ourselves in a world of social credit scores, electronic banking control, Data Centers that hold every last bit of information about ourselves, and we will be slaves to a world order government.

There is no reason for hundreds, Hell thousands, of these behemoth Data Centers. None.

I read today where in New England there are complaints of fouled water, higher utility bills, having to now only consume bottled water, and all since the big Data Center opened.

What the Hell is going on?

A Palentir having a rectal exam level of information about each of us will not be used to give out S & H Green Stamp prizes for our spending habits. No. No it will not. (Took you to the wayback machine with that one, huh? Green Stamps, bet you haven’t thought of those in years, since you got a plastic dinosaur from the gas station for three fill-ups)

While we all slumbered the last thirty years arguing over the minute details of difference between parties, someone was planning control over us all and stole some forty trillion dollars from our treasury to carry out the process and program.

The proof is right in front of our noses in our national debt. Some are scrambling now to have enough money to be part of the barely controlled elite. The rest of us didn’t realize the race was on, took a nap, and are soon to have an electronic “collar” around our necks. Step out of line in our thoughts, expect the taser.

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May in South Florida has dawned hot, very hot, with bright blue cloudless skies. The “westerners”, that is all those living five miles or more from the East Coast, “out West” as they say here, are flocking to the beaches along the coast. Odd to come over the bridge and see a sea of humanity in bikini’s and board shorts all along the walkway heading to the sea.

There is a great snorkeling park area as part of one section of the bridge to the island, passing it yesterday there was not a square inch of sand that didn’t have a person standing, or umbrella pegged. Wall-to-wall people. Temps in the 90’s have arrived.

Family obligations prevented a beach visit, so I had to deal with the heat in the pool. A good nap on the float thing interrupted by the wife and her splashing about.

I can only assume that where you live the weather is improving from a long Winter night, and that you are pleased to be out, and about. May is usually mid-80’s, I hope this is just a brief hot spell, and not a month of nineties heat. I’m fragile in old age, I’m starting to enjoy weather between 82, and 82 1/2 degrees, and only in that range.

I did get the chance to be in the ocean twice on Friday, wow was that nice. Tourists love to visit in January, and February, to escape the cold. But weather here then can be hit, or miss. May is the best month. You can go days absent viewing a cloud. Even as they cloud seed and mess with things up there.

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An old friend was miffed I’d forgotten his birthday yesterday, he sent me a nastygram text over it, crowing about being able to walk his country club golf course four days a week, and carrying his bag, at the advanced age of now 68.

I told him I have eight grandchildren and couldn’t spit out every birthday of them, and they are related to me.

I plan to outlive him now. I wasn’t really motivated before, but now it is on. I plan to empty the contents of a Baltimore’s own National Bohemian Beer onto his grave, and not in a nice way. He yanked the wrong chain.

I spent his 50TH with him in debauchery, mayhem, and a great meal. That will have to suffice as his birthday celebrations from me for a lifetime.

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Aliens.

I don’t believe a damn thing they say.

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The CIA was created in about 1947, an outgrowth from the original Office of Strategic Services.

About how long before you think they turned their direction inward, against the American People?

I’d say it was less than five minutes before someone decided that they should send out a small crew to investigate some “domestic rabble”.

We all love the idea of having a CIA protecting us from actors abroad.

The idea they’d turn inward, not so much.

Once you see subversives, and start looking for them, you begin to see them everywhere. Like “Tribbles” on an old Star Trek, they multiply to the extent they are in every nook and cranny.

I do have to say that looking back at all the “blacklisting”, and the “communist” issues of the late 1940’s and 1950’s, there were a lot of subversives, card carrying members of the Communist Party. They existed. All this present day whitewashing of those “Blacklisted” is propaganda bullshit, every one of those “Blacklisted” was a Communist, and posed a threat to Democracy.

But somewhere in there we all became “Communists”, and now it is the Catholic conservative under threat from our CIA, and FBI.

Reminds me of an old story a friend of mine told me way back in the day, about 1977, about being on shore leave in the Navy, dropping acid, and having an “episode”. He was at the beach, and under the influence of the LSD, decided a beat cop was “one of them”. So he punched the cop to the ground and took off running. Hid under the boardwalk until daybreak.

I asked him, how did you know the cop was “one of them”? He said he asked, “do you see them, do you see them too”?

And the cop answered, “no”.

And that is when my buddy knew that if the cop wouldn’t admit he could see “them”, he must be with them, one of them. And so the cop needed to be put down before he could enslave my friend.

I’ve always found that story instructive, as I truly think the CIA thinks just like my buddy on acid. Either you are one of them, or you need to be punched out, because if you aren’t one of them, you are the other. And that isn’t good.

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Saw someone on “X” claim that golf is the hardest sport to play. And yes, golf is very difficult. I’ve been a 22 handicap hack for years. I play and might hit two decent shots out of one hundred in a round. Two. That felt right.

But water polo is the most difficult sport to play. It isn’t even close.

I’m sure beach volleyball is tough. But water polo, even in shape you wouldn’t last past five minutes.

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We are in the middle of a “Triple Crown” in the “Sport of Kings”, horse racing, the biggest three races of the year. And now since the Derby winner won’t appear in the second leg, the Preakness, there is no hope of a Triple Crown again this year.

Talk about a sport that better get its act together. The sport is dying and can’t keep the excitement of a Triple Crown alive.

Horse racing is two minutes of absolute thrills, I hope the sport doesn’t die.

I attended at least a dozen Preakness days in my life, maybe twenty, and man were they fun. Infield, box seats, didn’t matter, the day was special.

But Horse racing today appears to be on life support.

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I don’t understand the entertainment industry right now. Theo Von and Tim Dillon should be amplified. Along with a few others, maybe “Bad Friends” too.

There has to be money to be made grouping them on one channel and standardizing the broadcasting.

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Major League Baseball is ill conceived. Each market is self-owned. There is no real sense of “revenue sharing” overall. Each team gets paid in market. Meaning bigger market teams earn more money than small market teams.

And so LA and New York have a bigger pot of cash to pay players. So the big market teams get the best players. Small market teams must find a way to compete with the secondary players who have “spunk, grit, and determination”, as opposed to raw talent.

And while it is possible for a “Hoosiers” moment at any time in MLB, where a small market Minnesota can put together the right set of second rate ballplayers with less cash than a New York, and then still beat them, over all the bigger market teams with more talent will win out. More than not.

I read a local Baltimore sports blog and the fans cry, cry, cry over their beloved Orioles and the trials and tribulations of being a small market team that can’t compete.

Why can’t reasonable people reconcile themselves to the fact the system is rigged, that they cannot win, that Major League Baseball is a casino where the “house” is New York and Los Angeles, and for Kansas City, Baltimore, and Minnesota there will be no joy?

Pro football operates as a collective, with shared revenue and rules that level the playing field. Every team has a chance to compete, except where mismanagement rules supreme year, after year, here is looking at you Cleveland.

Crying over the fact that a Baltimore Orioles can’t win, because they can only afford substandard players, is ridiculous. Makes no sense.

I go to Las Vegas, I lose the three grand I took out there to gamble. I don’t wail “how, how, how could this happen to me”. The odds are against me, they didn’t build those palaces to give away money, and the fact is they built them on losers like me.

I have some slim hope to win. I try to enjoy the play itself. I make some attempt to play as smart as is possible, and gain an edge to win. But to get upset they took my cash, that would make me an idiot.

And sure, I’m an idiot for gambling away my hard earned cash. I’m a middle class dolt who actually has to work for money. But I understand the game.

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I am perhaps the most conservative individual you’ve ever met. I mean just right of Genghis Khan. And I’ll let you in on one of my little secrets, even the family doesn’t know. No one knows. Until now.

Man would I love to try LSD before I die, get the chance to expand this brain and see what it might think once exposed to a wider imagination.

My brain is tiny, and doesn’t grasp some concepts at all. Science. Space. Time. Vibration. I hear about Tesla and his theories, or Einstein, they lose me on word three.

Maybe LSD could expand my brain to begin to understand our cosmic world, see our existence through a new lens, and provide an understanding of why we exist, and open my thought to an entire new world.

I was a goody-two-shoes back in the day of drugs being everywhere. I didn’t even smoke pot. I drank like a fish and figured that if I had such big problems with alcohol then it might just not be a good idea to play with drugs, they’d take me over the edge.

So I never got involved.

This brain, this one in particular, I think it needs expansion. Truly I do.

In fact, the more I talk about it, the more I think it would be a public service to the world to put this brain on acid. I”m always talking to God in a one way conversation, on acid what if I hear him answer back?

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Russian Jewish billionaire Arkady Voluzh, who lives in Israel, is building a massive 1.2 gigawatt AI data center in Missouri.

Nothing to see here at all, I am sure.

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A lifelong friend from the old hometown reached out to me yesterday, saying one of our mutual friends had run into someone we all went to high school with, and the guy wanted to hear from me, so they sent me his number.

What my friend didn’t know was that I had also played little league baseball with the guy, and his father was the coach, when we were around 11. I’ve had a photo saved on my phone of the team, with his dad standing there behind us all.

So I sent that photo to the number my friend gave me for the guy who had said he wanted to hear from me, but I didn’t get any contact back. Odd.

They thought the high school friendship connection was a reason to reconnect, but what I recall is that our dads hung in the same bar after work, knew each other a bit, and that my dad was happy he selected me onto his baseball team somewhere around 1967 or so. This guy was a big guy, catcher type player, I borrowed my brother’s convertible VW once and we all went out sophomore year in high school, he sat up on the ragtop frame and bent it, I also remember catching Hell from my brother for that one. Borrowed the car once, broke the top. Because this fat ass friend, shaped like a baseball catcher, sat up on the frame as we drove around enjoying a beverage or two. Those were the days. No good deed goes unpunished.

I was the worst baseball player on the team, career right field, I hope he doesn’t call, I don’t want to be reminded about that.

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Brunch should start at nine in the morning and run to no later than one in the afternoon. Brunch that starts at 11:30AM isn’t brunch, it is lunch, and you are screwed because now a mimosa is an afternoon cocktail, not a morning indulgence. Sure to ruin the evening by making you tired, grumpy, and worthless.

A Bloody Mary shouldn’t be consumed past 10:00AM.

The rules on brunch need to be re-written.

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No one really minds you perusing your texts as you go down I 95. We just mind because you are in the fast lane checking your phone.

Checking your phone is for the slow lane, over there, all the way right. Don’t screw up traffic checking your phone and slowing down to 55 when we are all trying to do 80.

You become a danger to us all, and mess up traffic patterns terribly. And yes, I’m talking to all women, particularly black women. If you want to check your phone in that Nissan sedan go for it, just do it in the slow lane behind the trucks full of Mexicans that do lawn servicing.

Every third black Nissan has a wrecked side panel because black women can’t be absent their text messages for more than fifteen seconds.

Honey Chil’ we don’t mind you checking them, just do it in the slow lane with the Mexicans all piled into those trucks pulling a box full of lawn equipment. We real people are out here moving fast in the fast lane. At least until you appear and slow us all down.

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I’ve never been to a Starbucks, never want to go to a Starbucks, will never learn a new vocabulary just to get a cup of coffee with cream, and I will never pay a ridiculous amount for a cup of coffee. Not even at the airport where I am captive. I’d rather drink a Burger King cup of swill than to stand in the Starbucks line. Chicory burned crap, that is what Starbucks vends.

In fact, I believe for our mutual survival, one of the first things we need to do is murder off all the Starbucks. They are a testament to group think, brainwashing, and mediocrity.

Starbucks is a CIA test to see how gullible the population, and how lemming like they can make us all behave. The language change is the key to understanding this. If it was just about a cup of good coffee, they wouldn’t have had to make up Vente and other bullshit language. The whole concept is a Psyop. I won’t participate.

If you are part of the initiated, wean yourself away. find a WaWa, they have great coffee. So does Dunkin. Although Dunkin has the most brain dead employees to be found in existence. There must be a force field inside the cases at Dunkin that makes the employees legs move as if in Molasses. They all walk in slow motion. Outside the case, here on the other side as customers, we walk normal speed. We talk normal speed. Behind the counter there is some kind of time melt. Their employee bodies can’t function in real speed.

The donut shop portion appears to be exempt from this force field, they run the trays of new donuts out quickly and efficiently. The force field is only in effect behind the counter and at the drive through window.

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Here is a public service message. Ten dollar cheap sunglasses work just as well as the five hundred dollar name brand. You are wasting hard earned money to impress others because there is some name in the plastic at the temple.

Here is the rub, no one is impressed. At this point everyone can afford the brand. Even people on SNAP assistance. There is no cache in displaying a big time European brand name anymore.

Next time you need sunglasses find that inexpensive online store that sells them for no more than forty dollars, pick a style that suits you, and enjoy owning them.

At this point there is no human alive that gives a shit your sunglasses have a recognize expensive brand name.

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No, I am not impressed with the number of name brand golf courses you have played. At all. Bandon Dunes, Kiawah, Bears Club, I don’t give a shit.

Best time I ever had playing golf was playing at a now defunct course on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, called “The Beach Club”, the place was a bit of a dog track with grass failures in some fairways so bad we called it “The Beach Clump”, due to wads of grass growing out-of-control all over.

We used to play 27, then because the place was always empty we’d play 16-17-18, go back and play 16-17-18 over and over again on loop until it was too dark to play. Then we’d tip the cart boys generously for staying late.

Just playing hole, after hole, after hole laughing, drinking, enjoying life, that was fantastic. The course was in good enough shape to play despite the “clumps”.

I miss that track, I miss those days. I was supposed to be out selling hotel furniture, but a hotel GM and I would get together and play golf from noon to dark and have the best time of our lives. Shoulder season at a beach resort, October, April, no tourists, no customers, just us playing golf in seventy degrees right until dark. I can assure you that “Beach Clump” was no name brand course. It’s all homes now.

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I was at Carmine’s yesterday, they had fresh soft crabs for sale, $ 18 each. Wow. We used to buy them $ 24 a dozen live. One Summer I ate two soft crabs for breakfast with eggs every day the entire Summer. I’m pretty sure it was 1969 with the Orioles winning over a hundred games. Waking at 11, making a big soft crab breakfast, reading the O’s results in the newspaper. We were lower middle class, but not poor.

Would you eat a soft crab? Legs and all? Soft shell and all? To people from Maryland they are a delicacy, but some out-of-towners think it is akin to eating a spider.

Have you ever had a soft crab sandwich, and what are your thoughts? Would love to hear in the comments section. I can tear up some soft crabs. Or steamed crabs.

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Eating well is the best revenge, don’t you think?

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With these new modern cars, do we really need to change the oil every six thousand miles?

I’ve owned cars I didn’t change the oil for sixty thousand miles. Didn’t hurt them.

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They can’t even lie straight about a ballroom addition onto the White House. They built something strategic and important underneath. Who knows what. A bomb shelter, an updated command center underground and out of harm’s way if the White House was to come under attack too immediate to flee. A computer system designed to run everything in case of nuclear attack.

They didn’t just go and build a ballroom off one side of the White House.

We may never know what they are building beneath that massive ballroom.

But they didn’t leave just dirt beneath that ballroom, I know that.

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Does this ever happen to you? I saw where Ted Turner died last week. I thought he’d been dead twenty years. I was sure he died long ago. He completely disappeared from the news. Since divorcing Jane Fonda he was gone, extinct.

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It will take a hundred years for the post-mortem, but at some distant future point people will question how and why we allowed such a dramatic influx of foreigners into our nation from 1980 to 2025 that were in such numbers they changed the demographics of our nation, altering the mix permanently.

The insanity is that history will show white people did this voluntarily, reducing their own influence completely in favor of minorities. Self reducing their power.

The study will also show that all the newcomers, particularly the hispanics, elevated themselves financially and economically rising into the middle class and surpassing the black population, who will remain in last place in terms of asset ownership, net worth, education, home ownership, and family stability.

These newly minted middle class hispanics will not look favorably upon reparations for the black community. They will scoff that they had to rise up and out, noticing that the black population refused to make any attempt to move up and off the government dole.

And there will be the black race in America, poor, crime ridden communities with single mothers and everyone on government assistance. Bottom rung.

What excuse then?

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One daughter just returned from a vacation at the new Four Seasons Naples, and actually left early because she’d gotten that “end of vacation itch” to get back to her normal life.

I used to have that, “end of vacation itch”, where the morning of departure all I wanted to do was get home. That is the old me. The new me would have called for a late check out and been prone poolside on a lounge chair waiting on a cold cocktail to be delivered. Especially at the new Four Seasons Naples. Luxury hotels are a personal weakness. The robe always gets me. I become Cary Grant in some late 1930’s farce, Laying about the room with a drink and not a care in the world spending way too much money for my station in life to vacation.

If they get the attendant golf course open I am hoping to visit in the Fall, meet the daughter and her husband there for a long weekend, and to play a few rounds of golf, and dine well. Maybe even hit that beachfront “turtle” restaurant up the street.

Sure all that will set me back five large for a lousy weekend. And of course I don’t have it to spend.

But this is all a one way street, there are no do-overs.

Keep the rates low and affordable Four Seasons Naples, I’ll see you in late November.

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