Sunday, March 27, 2022

Are You Smarter...

How about a Supreme Court nominee?

Assuming you're a sentient being registering some minimum level of brain activity, you're aware of the recent brouhaha engendered by an innocuous question.

(Note: if you're none of the above, please click here for something closer to your grade level.)

When asked if she could define what a woman is, Ketanji Brown Jackson informed the world she could not, because - wait for it - she's not a biologist.


She seems to be a) copping to a stunning level of ignorance and b) affirming gender is a biological fact.

Focusing on the latter, I admit I’m not a biologist either.

However, thinking back to 9th grade biology class, I have vague recollections about women having two X chromosomes, as opposed to men who have an X and a Y.

There was also something in there about different genitalia.

If she's able to distinguish the two...

...perhaps she could excuse herself, step into the ladies room, drop her drawers and have a look...we don't mind waiting...that's usually sufficient to clear up the matter.

Failing that, there's the issue of reproductive organs - she's had kids, right?  That whole ovaries / uterus thing.

Plus different bone structure, testosterone levels and muscle mass...just ask the women competing against Lia Thomas about that.

And of course there's the sole reason she is in fact a Supreme Court nominee:

Rather than consider the entire pool of qualified jurists for the highest court in the land, SloJoe mumbled he would only nominate a black "woman".

That sorta sounds like a clue.

Did she not pick up on that?

So defining what a woman is seems like a pretty simple task, especially for a “Hahvahd” graduate, but evidently it's beyond the reach of her intellectual grasp.

We’d like to think Supreme Court Justices are the best and brightest legal minds in the country, if not the world.

Sadly it now seems the bar for being a Supreme Court Justice has been lowered to somewhere around the level of “moron”.

Besides unintentionally becoming an overnight internet meme star...

...Ms. J also provided us with a surefire method of weaseling out of easy questions...

he : Honey, what's the weather like today?
she: Dear, you know I can't answer that!  I'm not a meteorologist.

she: Is your coffee sweet enough?
he : How should I know?  I'm not a nutritionist.

he : Isn't that a beautiful dog?
she: Can't comment; not a veterinarian.

Teacher: Johnny, what's 27 divided by 3?
Johnny: Sorry Teach, out of my wheelhouse.  I'm not a mathematician.

And so the race to the bottom continues as we search high and low for the dumbest humans on the planet to fill the most important posts in government.

Ding ding ding!

This is exactly what the Apostle Paul said 2,000 years ago in Romans 1:22 -

"Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools..."

Lord have mercy...

...on this, our sinking ship.

Turning to less stressful fare...

...I'm starting to show occasional flashes of competence.

Had a fairly consistent if unimpressive series mid-week, then managed to break through the 200 barrier on Thursday.

Didn't last, obviously - those open frames are score killers.

Bowling at its core is a very simple game.

All you have to do is roll the ball the same way over the same spot every single time and voila - a perfect game.

This is why you should never confuse simple with easy.

Oh well…I’m slowly improving, getting some exercise and having a good time doing it.

In Michigan, early Spring is more "hopeful mindset" than "objective reality".

Last week, with the official start of Spring and encouraged by sunshine and warmer temps, I finally removed the tarps that had protected my putting greens all winter...

Ah joyous springtime, 't endues us most wondrous happiness to see thee!

...but less than a week later...

Ho springtime!  What doth mine eyes behold? Hath winter did return? 

And it continues snowing today...heavy sigh...

I may look happy...

...but I'm not happy.

A glance at my watch...

oops...forgot to shave my wrist again...

...tells me it's time for a quick shimmy through the Parting Shots department.

right there with you

Das Fledermaushaus is now in place, but no tenants yet

since I don’t know what it is, I assume it must be "aht"

spring in Michigan

I need one of these...

...and that flamethrower.  see the full commercial here

If the course of our nation remains unaltered, this will be our epitaph:

time to pray, mcm fans...

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Thursday, March 24, 2022

It Snowed Today...

 ...which I suppose makes sense.

Cold, barren, windswept...apropos of the day, though it's hard to believe it's been a year already.

A truth I've learned is grief is not an event.

It doesn't arrive with the shock and loss, linger for awhile during the numbness and painful recovery, then finally - vanquished - slip away to find some other poor soul to afflict.

No, grief is an unwelcome, lifelong companion, always ready to remind us at unexpected moments of our loss.

Seeing a father walking with his son; hearing a song on the radio; passing a Denny's restaurant where we used to share breakfast together.

And then the wound is open and bleeding, the unbidden tears flow, and once again sorrow and regret blot out the sun.

Thankfully, we have the truth of God's Word for our certain comfort:

"But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope."

   - I Thessalonians 4:13

In Christ, we have hope.

I know you're doing well, Ryan...I know your new life in heaven is glorious and you're happy and whole now.

And I know I'll see you again someday in God's time when it's my turn.

Until then, I mark this day and remember.

Love you.

- Dad

Sunday, March 20, 2022

Well, Well, Well...

...look what the cat drug in...if it isn't "The One We've All Been Waiting For"...

Sure took your own sweet time getting here...where the heck have you been anyway?


Don't give me that...I know what you've been up smell like a brewery for crying out loud.

I don't care if you did bump into St. Patrick's Day along the way...

....just because he drinks til he can't remember his name doesn't mean you have to!

If he jumped off the roof, would you jump, too?

He did??  I hope you were smart enough...

Oh never mind...I'll put on a pot of coffee.

And where are your manners?

Wipe your feet already!  You're tracking in the mud!

You've been hanging out with Old Man Winter again, haven't you?

Well it sure feels like it!

Shut the door, would you?  It's freezing out there.

I thought you were supposed to be all sunshine and flowers!

Well you're a far cry from that let me tell...


Uh...hold on one said you should leave...I mean, you just barely arrived...

Now don't be so're here so you might as well stay.

Yes I know, we just need to have a little patience.

We'll knock off the rough edges in a month or so.

Just settle down and come on in...

Welcome, Spring.

So far my quest to improve in bowling is off to an inauspicious start...

the sad trilogy of my decline

...the only tangible result is that cool score sheet I printed.

My plan is to keep track of my games so I can have a record of my progress...assuming there will be some eventually.

Those Wild Hare score sheets were my 1st official step in our "Home Bowling Lane" project...

what it *might* look like in the future...

...and what it looks like now

....filed under the "drop in the bucket" category.

My 2nd step was contacting an architect to put some actual plans and costs together for the addition we'll have to build on the back of our home if this is ever going to happen.
More to come.

It's that time again folks...after an exhausting exercise in blogging excellence, it's time to unwind with a nice claret...

...and a relaxing stroll through Parting Shots Land...

sunrise, 1st day of Spring

Das Fledermaushaus for our backyard...hoping to draw them away from our eaves

a duck call...admittedly an impulse buy from a local hardware store...but hey, we DO have ducks hanging around our birdfeeder

squirrel acrobatics...when was the last time YOU stood on your head for a meal?

my side of the bed again...they do that on purpose

recent visitor

a whole bunch of us would wake up with nothing

good flick, def worth a look

I was just getting ready to send up an SOS flare... declare this blog entry an official emergency, but then I decided Nah...I think I'll just go to bed.

happy first day of spring, mcm fans...

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