Of course the fascists in charge at Fox immediately apologized - but not to their dwindling audience - they've been hemorrhaging viewers ever since they fired Tucker and are apparently fine with that.
No, they virtue signaled to their comrades in the state run media, assuring them the situation had been "addressed".
Nothing to see here, folks - just a minor revolt by one of the proles, quickly crushed and the offender dispatched.
To be clear, that 100% true chyron was quite intentional...a now formerly employed producer wrote and displayed it - deliberately.
He then "resigned", and was escorted out of the building, posthaste.
To see Tucker Carlson's brilliant take on this, go here:
Pray for what's left of our constitutional republic.
In The Twins Report, my co-worker states "...the boys are making progress, but there are bumps every step of the way".
On the plus side, they continue to gain weight: after making their entrance into the world weighing less than 2 lbs each, they're now topping the scales at 4.7 and 6 lbs!
Unfortunately, concerns over their eyes remain, and one of them shows signs of what the doctors call a "grade 1 germinal matrix hemorrhage".
Not sure what that is, but it sounds ominous and was apparently important enough for the doctors to mention it as a problem they're monitoring.
Please continue praying for these babies, their parents, and the doctors and nurses working round the clock to save them.
Recently celebrated Father's Day, and I hope it was a good one for every paterfamilias roaming the countryside out there.
Some of my clan stopped over for fun, food and fellowship:
|grandkids playing bean bag toss|
Karen worked her usual magic in the kitchen, I manned the grill - a very complicated task involving waiting for the flames to cook a mess of hot dogs - and everyone at least appeared to enjoy themselves.
2 granddaughters even asked if they could putt on my greens, so #4 son and I walked them around Ryan's Hickory Golf Course.
I told him if this keeps up, we'll be watching them play in the Meijer LPGA classic one of these days.
Wouldn't that be cool?
(see what I did there? pretty smooth segue)
...I've run up the white flag of surrender re: my brassie.
A chunk of wood broke out of the heel my first week out this year and I've been repairing it - and it's been breaking again - each week since.
I'm not blaming the damaged club for my lousy tee shots; my inability to hit a hickory wood with any consistency has been well documented in this blog for years.
But missing a substantial piece of my brassie didn't help anything, either, so I've switched to my driving iron for now.
Paraphrasing George McFly...
Not that my "woods vs irons" dilemma makes a huge difference either way; the missing ingredient in my golf game isn't club selection.
Just don't have much, so every swing of the club can be an adventure.
A recent example:
I began my round hitting a solid tee shot with my driving iron, followed by a great mid iron, then a perfect mashie to be on the green not too far from the pin.
Pulling out Calamity Jane, I expertly lined up the 13 footer...
...drilled it, pocketed my par and calmly strode to the 2nd tee.
"Self," says I happily, "this is going to be a great round!"
Ah, the charming naivete of the self-deluded.
Probably should have walked off the course right then, because the rest of the way was my usual mix of the good, the bad and the "what the heck was that?"
So when it actually goes well no one is more pleasantly surprised than I am.
And when it goes well for an entire hole?
That qualifies as a mi'racle.*
Wish it was different - wish I had the talent my Dad and my little brother had back in the day - but sadly, it has ever been thus.
So what's the forecast for the rest of my golf season?
I'm rolling with a very light dusting of pars and bogeys, combined with a blizzard of double and triple bogeys.
And can't rule out an occasional snowman.
...and while the usual collection of looney tunes gathered at Stonehenge to do whatever it is they do there, the rest of us enjoyed the start of (astronomical) summer and the longest day of the year…15 and a half hours ‘round these parts.
Approached 90 degrees here, lots of sunshine, and pretty much the perfect kickoff to summer.
Enjoy it while you can, folks...the days are officially getting shorter as we march inexorably toward Fall and then
Winter (sorry...this is a family friendly blog so no cursing allowed).
Summer never tarries for long.
...through some Parting Shots, shall we?
|it never rains on this wicked land, so Buddy keeps an eye on the sprinkler|
|you always knew it, right?|
|queen of all she surveys|
|love tiger lilies, and bloomed on the first day of summer|
a common complaint
|the view from the command center...that's the Mistress of the Gardens in the distance|
|yucca plants in bloom|
|peace and serenity at Larry's cottage|
|peace and serenity, take two|
|Montgomerey Clift called this "a big fat failure" (pretty sure he was talking about the film, not Jennifer Jones)|
...and so we must bid you arrivederci.
Shut the door behind you and last one out, turn off the lights.
later, mcm fans...
* Crass Commercialism Corner *
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