Saturday, November 18, 2023

Whatever Remains To Be Written...


...of human history before the Lord returns and wraps things up with a bang…one thing is certain:

Our age will be remembered as low tide; an era in which the world's preeminent superpower inexplicably embraced insanity and willfully self-destructed.

And it's almost unfair to blame Dementia Joe for the current chaos in this ridiculous race to the bottom.


It's obvious he's little more than a useful idiot, the barely functional mouthpiece for whoever's actually running this sh*t show.


As the Apostle Paul penned under the inspiration of God's Spirit...


They're like unsupervised brats playing with firearms, and we're collateral damage of their criminal behavior.

May God deliver us from morons in power.



In happier news, next week is...


Are you ready?

We're getting there...Karen has drawn up her game plan...


...which is often subject to change but always delicious.

Still waiting on headcounts from a few folks, but whether we're feeding few or many, we'll give thanks to God in heaven for His bounty, mercy and grace, then dig in and enjoy.

And this year - unlike far too many years - we'll probably watch a Lions win on turkey day.


Hey, they're 7-2 this year, 15-4 if you go back to November of 2022.

Under Dan Campbell they've become a different team, a winning team.

And if someone gets injured, Campbell looks like he could still strap on the pads...


...and play a few downs.

Sure hope I didn't just jinx them.



Last week was unusually sunny and warm for this late in November, so I spent quite a bit of time whacking wiffle golf balls in my backyard, trying to apply some Moe Norman principles to my dicey golf swing.



He's been called "golf's misunderstood genius", but whatever people thought of his appearance, speech, demeanor and comportment, he was without question the best ball striker in golf.

Every shot went where he wanted it to go.

Compare that to what Bobby Jones - the best golfer in the hickory era - said about the art of hitting golf balls:

"Golf is assuredly a mystifying game. It would seem that if a person has hit a golf ball correctly a thousand times, he should be able to duplicate the performance at will. But such is certainly not the case."

That is true for the vast majority of golfers, but it wasn't true for M.N.

As Tiger Woods affirmed, "Moe owned his swing".

How did he do that?

How did he tame the Kraken...

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...when so many others failed?

Self-taught in an era before TV, he didn't try to mimic someone else.

He took club and ball, and through trial and error, figured out what worked for him.

And then he practiced - obsessively.

So there's the roadmap for success.

Guess we'll see what next season brings.



It's time now to...


...to wit:

starting to contemplate life after this



Bidenomics explained by the clown-in-chief



front page of Karen's hometown paper...gotta love small towns



a fowl request...but he'd fit right in...



...with the turkeys that frequent our back yard



the view from Larry's deer blind...



...and a couple of bald eagles hangin' out by his cottage




Fare thee well, kind reader...and as you clear out, here's a reminder from God's Word:


later, mcm fans...

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