Would You Take Driving Lessons...

 

...<from this man>?

It probably depends on what kind of driving we're talking about.

If it's this kind...

...then you bet.

There's a lot of hyperbole employed when it comes to Mr. W.

Much beloved by his devoted fans, he's often described as "the greatest golfer of all time".

That is objectively false; in the modern era Jack Nicklaus was better and has the stats to prove it.

Besides his unmatched record of 18 majors, he was the longest and most accurate player on the tour into his 40's.

Give today's equipment to the Golden Bear in his prime (1960’s, 1970’s) and he'd be driving the ball to the spot of his choosing the same as he did during his career - except it would be 400 yards away.

But Mr. W is obviously one of the best, and he was without dispute a transformative figure.

His youthful charge to the top of the world's ranking was breathtaking to watch, and he changed the way golfers trained.

Running for cardio, weightlifting for strength - an entire generation followed his lead to a more powerful and athletic game.

So learning today's game from him would be a rare privilege.

However, if you're talking about this kind of driving...

his parallel parking skills definitely need work

...well, you might wanna take a pass.

His most recent dustup with law is the latest in what's getting to be a long list of examples of very bad decision making.

Obviously impaired, he refused a urinalysis so it's unknown exactly what drugs were in his system.

But he did have a couple of hydrocodone pills in his pocket, so that's sort of a clue, hey?

In short, if TW doesn't make a serious change and soon, someone's going to get killed.

He spent the first 15 years of his career polishing his legend; the last 15 tarnishing it.

He doesn't need any more sympathy or coddling due to past accomplishments.

He needs to be held to account.

He's 50 now; old enough to know, do and be better.

So here's some friendly - and obvious - advice from a nobody to a golf $uperstar / billionaire:

Grow up and get help.

Before it's too late.

Happy (?) to report we are 29 days into our Vernal Equinox Death March (read: Spring diet)...

...with only 11 days to go until Freedom!  Sweet Freedom!

Unfortunately - and through no fault of my own - I seem to have stalled out at 195 lbs...about 5 lbs more than I should be.

There are some who might say it's because I occasionally add just a tiny bit of spice...

 

...to my otherwise bland fare of lentil soup and lima beans, but I say that's horse hockey.

Now if you'll excuse me I have to go make sure Karen's not trying to steal any of my contraband lima beans.

The 3rd of the highly anticipated "No Brains" rallies took place Saturday, attracting only the best of humanity...

...as they banded together in joyful unity proclaiming the obvious:

There are brainless twits everywhere you look.

Here are the best and brightest of our local stars:

In this case "crowds" is a euphemism for "disaffected losers", but you get the idea.

Yeah!  No Kings!

But, uh, wasn't that really more of a Biden / democrat thing?

If Trump was a king, he wouldn't allow any No Kings protests, would he?

And wouldn't the DHS be fully funded with no government shutdown and no long lines at the airports due to TSA workers not being paid?

As king, Trump would just wave the wand and make whatever he wanted to happen, happen.

Right?

Well, that's ok, don't get your undersized cerebral cortex in a knot thinking about all those inconvenient facts and stuff.

To drum up support for their make-believe dress up day, some truly big name celebs joined in the fun:

The gray haired creature pointing her bony fingers is none other than Hanoi Jane, reminding us she's been an America hating traitor ever since 1972...

...when she fraternized with our enemies in North Vietnam, even posing on one of their gun boats that was used to kill American soldiers during that conflict.

The American Left:

"Proudly lining up on the wrong side of history since 1861" ™

Slim pickings in the 23 Skidoo department this week, so I say let's just skip it.

a hopeful sign of early spring

a less than hopeful sign - a mole, now deceased

deer at dawn

the recent infestation of Aldi Gnomes continues, tucked amongst the flora within the Castle Frankenstein

Of course, it's rare for anyone to listen to, let alone do what I say.

This was a tough week.

As I've done for each of the past 4 years, I once again spent time missing my #2 son, contemplating his life, our time together here on earth and my failures as his father.

It's one thing to bandy about theological terms when contemplating lofty concepts of God and His creation.

But when you bring the ethereal down to where you actually live and put shoe leather on it - then it begs the intimidating question:

What do you believe?

When it's no longer pie in the sky in the sweet by and by -

When it becomes personal because it affects you right now, where you live -

What do you really believe?

I appreciate what Paul wrote to the believers in Rome when he was explaining salvation is based on faith, not on the law.

When speaking of Abraham, the father of the faithful, to whom God promised a son when Abraham was 100 years old and his wife Sarah was 99, Paul wrote this:

20  He staggered not at the promise of God through unbelief; but was strong in faith, giving glory to God;

21  And being fully persuaded that what He had promised, He was able also to perform.

    Romans 4:20,21

When life lands a body blow, we don't let it stagger us in our faith.

We get up, dust ourselves off and get back in the race.

We're called to be strong, knowing God delivers on His promise of eternal life through faith in Christ.

We soldier on.

later, mcm fans...