Showing posts with label isaiah 53:5. Show all posts
Showing posts with label isaiah 53:5. Show all posts

Monday, July 14, 2025

July 13th, 2024...


...the day we won the election.    

The nation wouldn't vote for another 4 months, but that was the day President Trump stood tall and proclaimed "Fight!  Fight!  Fight!" moments after an assassin's bullet nearly ended his life.

Two things became crystal clear on that day in Butler, Pennsylvania:

1) Trump is God's choice for the task of restoring our constitutional republic, -and-

2) It's not possible to despise our legacy media (aka, the propaganda arm of the DNC) enough.

Remember how the stenographers for state run media covered this assassination attempt?




There weren't bullets fired, they were "popping noises" and "loud sounds".

Trump wasn't shot, he was "startled", "he fell", "he was escorted from the stage".

The big headline wasn't an assassination attempt on the president's life, it was "gunman dies in attack".

These are truly despicable human beings, devoid of a functioning moral compass, absent a conscience, who wouldn't know the truth if it bit them in their ever widening <archterstes>.

Oh yeah...and they're democrats, every last one of them.

Democrats: the party of slavery in the 1800's, the party that <opposed the civil rights legislation in the 1960's>, and the party of abortion today.

Remember, like rats and other disease infested vermin, you should avoid direct contact.

If you must deal with them, your main goal should be "don't get any on you".


It stains.



Our friends in Canada are at it again...


That's their "wildfire map" as of today.  Roughly 10% of their country is going up in smoke.

Why do we care here in Michigan?

Well, in spite of proposed tariffs on Canadian exports, apparently they're able to export wildfire smoke for free, courtesy of Mother Nature.

Yeah...our air quality has dropped through the floor lately, same as it did a couple of years ago:

that's wildfire smoke, not fog, from 2023

Praying for winter to come early in Canada.


No HGU today...the course where I practice the black arts of hickory golfery...


...is having some kind of tournament or corporate event...no early tee times.

Ergo, you're off the hook...

wondering how many people actually know why this picture is here

...for now.


Lacking any good reason to prolong the suffering, I say we 23 Skidoo:

why do we care about pics of the ceiling...


...in our bonus room?


more to come.


ready to get out on the lake at Larry's cottage


beautiful shot of the Renaissance Club links by the North Sea in North Berwick, Scotland


first black eyed susans of the season




Under the inspiration of God's Spirit, Isaiah wrote <chapter 53> in his book of prophecy, approximately 700 years before the birth of Christ.

It's an astounding chapter that summarizes Christ's life and purpose in 12 short verses.

It's worth your time and effort to memorize all of Isaiah 53, but here's an important truth from the middle of it:


 5  But He was wounded for our transgressions; He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement our our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed.

later, mcm fans...
 



Thursday, March 28, 2024

Happy Easter, Y'all...


...it's the weekend we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ.

Because of what He did on Calvary's cross - 

“But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.”
                   - Isaiah 53:5

- we can have peace with God through faith in His Son.

I hope you have experienced that reconciliation in your life, and wish you and yours a very blessed Easter.


I should not be allowed to talk to people sans supervision...


...but more on that later.

Know what those are?

They're called "featheries" and they're the type of golf ball used prior to 1850.

They're made of leather and stuffed with - you guessed it - feathers.  Lots and lots of them.

Then they're sewn shut and "finished" yielding a playable golf ball that's about 1.8" in diameter and between 1.2 to 1.4 ounces.

By way of comparison a modern ball is 1.68" in diameter and 1.62 ounces - and a McIntyre gutty is about 1.7" and 1.34 ounces.

So featheries are a little bigger and a little lighter than modern balls, but about the same weight as a gutty.

They're also mostly, but not necessarily perfectly, round.

How do I know all this?

I talked to the good folks at <hickory lane featherie> -

Denny and Cathy in 1840's garb at their featherie golf outing

- who are very helpful and uber knowledgeable.

They should be, because they make each of their featherie golf balls by hand, just like the old masters from 200 years ago.

As I said, they're playable balls; in fact, they're one of only two brands that are approved for play in the National Hickory Championships (pre-1850 "featherie" era).

devotees of the featherie era putting on a "green".  note the marked difference between greens back then - a place on the course where a hole was located - versus today's well defined, super manicured, smooth as glass versions.

So...what does any of this have to do with my 1920's era hickory golf hobby?


Funny you should ask, since that's the subject of this week's blog entry.

And it's a bit of a tangle, so first, a golf history lesson:

From the 1700's through 1850 or so, the featherie ball ruled supreme, and clubs were predominantly long nosed woods with names like "play club", "long spoon" and "short spoon":


Around 1850 the gutta percha ball was introduced...


...its main advantage being that of its hard shell durability and some increased distance.

Clubs retained their basic long nose spoon shape, but became sturdier and heavier.

Also, irons like the "smooth face lofter" (about a 7 iron) and "rut irons" or "track irons" (used to get balls out of wagon tracks that often criscrossed public land golf courses)...


...started popping up.

By 1900 the gutty was being pushed off the stage by wound core balls due to vastly improved distance, and club makers once again adapted.

The long nose spoon shapes morphed into the driver / brassie woods that you see in my bag (above) and irons became much more common.

Finally, due to the advent of metal shaft clubs, the hickory era ended around 1935.

And that, of course, was the end of golf as we know it.*

So...why does any of this matter?

Because my hickory playset is comprised of 1920's era clubs, but I hit gutta percha golf balls from the 1850-1900 era!

I know; I'm scared, too

Ok, this may not be as big a crisis as say, running out of your favorite sedative just before The View comes on, but it has stuck in my craw for a while now.

And as it happens, when I was procuring a driver from a fellow hickory golf enthusiast, he mentioned he'd participated in a <featherie golf event> last year...

video taken by <The Hickory Hacker>

...raving about how relaxed it was and how much fun everyone had.

Thus began my journey that so far involves purchasing a couple of Hickory Lane featheries...


...and committing to building an historically accurate gutty era playset (which has the benefit of working for featheries as well).

My new playset - which, Lord willing, should be complete by July or August - will consist of a long spoon (from the tees), short spoon (from the fairway), and smooth face lofter (around the greens), all supplied by <Kelly Leonard>, a clubmaker extraordinaire from Canada.

He specializes in gorgeous 19th century clubs from the featherie and gutty eras; I purchased this putter from him back in 2017...


...when I was just getting started with hickory golf.

Kelly even supplied the period correct clubs for the award winning movie Tommy's Honour:


Worth a look if you haven't seen it yet.

What all this means is I will soon be able to play historically accurate golf from the 3 best eras of golf:

Featherie, 1700-1850, using Hickory Lane featheries

Gutta Percha, 1850-1900, using McIntyre Park guttys

Vintage Hickory, 1900-1935, using a modern, low compression ball (like Callaway Super Softs)

It's uncertain if this personal realignment of my hickory golf equipment will yield a significant improvement in cosmic harmony and therefore usher in an unprecedented age of world peace and universal prosperity.

If it does not, at least I'll feel better about assuaging my CDO:


As I said to begin this segment, I should not be allowed to talk to people unsupervised because I end up doing stuff.

*opinions expressed in this blog do not always reflect reality



Ok folks, time to 23 Skidoo, and last one out's a rotten egg:

rotten /rŏt′n/

adjective

  1. Being in a state of putrefaction or decay; decomposed.
  2. Having a foul odor resulting from or suggestive of decay; putrid.
  3. Made weak or unsound by rot.

Sounds unpleasant, so better get a move on...

a friend from work attended the Monster Jam recently...


...he's the one with the ball cap on


taken with my reto 35mm from our backyard...can't wait for some leaves on those skeleton trees


more from the backyard golf course





That, dear reader, brings us to the end of another excitin' foray into the world of blogging excellence:


Don't act so surprised; someone had to win it, and Cousin Jed said hands down we had the best bribe blog.

So take that.

later, mcm fans...