Atomic Monster Cafe: Admit It:

the proposed Trump $250 bill

You want one.

And why not?

He's the President of the United States during our country's 250th anniversary.

When we celebrated 150 years in 1926, the U.S. minted a half dollar coin with President Calvin Coolidge's image on it:

There's no guarantee this will happen, of course; there are laws now against putting the image of living people on our currency:

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But fear not; if this does come to pass, it will be great fun watching the TDS gang collectively lose what passes for their fragile little minds in public.

You'll see deranged blue haired unemployed marxist D's in search of a life...

antifa mugshots; all dressed up for the riots

...burning $250 Trump bills for CNN's cameras, paid for by some lefty billionaire (Soros, Steyer, Gates, Zuckerberg) who recognizes useful idiots when he sees them.

The irony will be he'll pay his army of trolls with the leftover Trump $250 bills that he bought but didn't burn.

God bless America, y'all.

It's now official:

...summer hath arrived at the Castle Frankenstein.

It is always a joyous occasion when we open the pool: the official kickoff to our outdoor living season.

Admittedly it's a work in progress; still balancing the chemicals, vacuuming winter's spoils from the bottom of the pool and rescuing summer's decor...

it's a little known fact flamingos hibernate upside down

...from the storage shed.

First swim target date: Monday.

Can't wait.

It's possible...

teeing off on #2...I didn't splash it, but neither did I hit the green

...this is the last HGU you'll ever have to endure.

I've decided from now on I'll only include hickory golf updates when I win...i.e., bogey or better on at least 5 of the 9 holes.

All other outings - like my most recent one, when I had 3 pars and a bogey against 5 double/triple bogeys - will be banished silently, without comment, to the dustbin of shamefaced history.

thought you might appreciate that

My problem so far this year is one of consistency.

Missing 3 rounds already due to rain hasn't helped; definitely feeling behind.

But more to the point are my dicey mechanics.

Every swing is an exciting adventure, a romp through the nerve wracking world of the unexpected.

Occasionally the little white sphere lands exactly where I hoped it would; often it veers off into the realm of bizarre physics and parts unknown.

I do think I may have discovered the hitch in my giddyup late in this last round, but time will tell.

About the only good thing I have to report is I've remained calm in the midst of my golfing woes.

Yes, it's been disappointing, but I've avoided the angry meltdowns for which golf is (in)famous:

Not that I haven't been tempted, but so far by God's grace, I've steered clear of the nonsense.

More to come?

Time will tell.

Remember, you can only get genuine 23 Skidoo here, at the AMC.

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found this guy on a window in our courtyard catching bugs...Loki sniffed him and mr. frog dropped down to the sidewalk where he graciously agreed to pose for this pic