Unless you live under a rock, by now you're aware of inveterate liar and corrupt deep stater Comey's "8647" instagram post.
Since arrogance makes you stupid he's as dumb as they come, but even a terminal moron like Comey figured out threatening the life of the 47th president might not have been his best move.
So he deleted the original post and then concocted a lame story about how he had no idea "86" means "to kill, to assassinate".
Riiiight.
A professional in law enforcement has never heard the term "86" in reference to offing someone?
Never heard "80 miles out of town and 6 feet under"?
Never seen a rotary phone's dial where "8" is "T" and "6" is "O" for Take Out?
Comey was hoping everyone's as stupid - or at least as corrupt - as he is.
In the previous administration, wish granted, but not anymore.
That ship of fools was cast out to sea courtesy of a landslide Trump victory, and the adults are in charge now.
So Comey's already been contacted by the Secret Service and taken to Washington where he was interviewed about his online threat to the president's life.
Next step is for the U.S. Attorney for Washington, D.C. to decide if there's a case for prosecution here.
In the past at the Good Ol' Boys Club in the DC swamp, this would have elicited little more than a sardonic chuckle and quick dismissal: "nothing to see here folks, move along now".
But not today.
Meet the new U.S. Attorney for D.C.:
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| from Breitbart, May 16, 2025 |
This is what they mean when they say "the stars have aligned".
"Judge Jeanine" will take a very serious look at Comey's call to assassinate the president in the context of his key role in the corrupt Russian Collusion hoax and his long and vocal history of hatred for President Trump.
If all goes well, they're going to need a size XXL orange jumpsuit to fit this 6'7" clown, but he should have a shot at playing center for the prison basketball team.
This is a slice of karma millions of conservatives would love to see.
Stay tuned.
The beautiful month of May bared her fangs and showed her dark side recently...
...with back to back nights of major thunderstorms and high winds that tore through west Michigan.
Downed trees and power lines comprised the fallout du jour, and there were even a few tornados reported (see the damage in the town of Martin, above).
Thankfully we were spared the worst of it; no trees came down and we did not lose power.
We do have a mess to clean up...
...all over our property, but nothing structural; just cosmetic.
Those storms ushered in a strong cold front, so today is 52 degrees with a 17 mph west wind gusting 32 mph.
Know what that means? A wind chill of 38 degrees.
Welcome back, Winter.
Whoever infuriated May, apologize now and please - whatever you did - don't do it again.
This week's hickory golf outing put me in mind of my kids when they were playing Little League baseball.
As long as they had a good day at the plate, even if they didn't field well, they felt ok about the game.
This week I hit well from the tees and the fairways - decent distance, no foozled shots, no slices, no lost balls - and I walked off the course feeling pretty good about my round.
This, in spite of the fact I didn't score well: no pars, 6 bogeys, 3 double bogeys.
And here's the reason:
My lofting iron; the only iron I carry.
They say it's a poor workman who blames his tools, and I'm definitely a poor workman when it comes to my lofting iron.
In pre-1900 golf, clubs were mostly woods; irons were the exceptions, and specialized ones at that.
They had rutting irons, for hitting your ball out of wagon ruts, and lofting irons for getting your ball up in the air, often from difficult lies.
In my case I use it in sand traps and when I'm within 50 or 60 yards of the green.
This week I avoided sand traps, but had several times near the green when I reached for my lofting iron, and almost every time instantly regretted it.
Very tempting to swap it out for my mashie, but that would be cheating, so guess what I'm going to work on this week?
Widdout foida adoo, let's 23 Skidoo:
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| can't imagine how they actually play golf under these conditions: hundreds of spectators all around, cameramen in front and behind within spitting distance, always waiting on every shot for players ahead of you while more competitors wait behind you. |
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| a terrapin searching for his ball. hint: it's behind you, terp. |
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| spirea's in bloom |
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| Karen's flower fountain coming together |
Sadly, I and all the helpful staff here at the AMC...
...needs must bid you a fond farewell.
We trust your stay, whether voluntary or otherwise, was filled with life altering memories you simply can't get out of your head, no matter how loudly you scream.
And while we're on the subject of wisdom...
"He that hath knowledge spareth his words: and a man of understanding is of an excellent spirit."
- Proverbs 17:27
later, mcm fans...
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