Imagine How Proud...

Cole Allen: from graduate to gunsel

...his parents must be!

"Ma," Dad crows as he points to the TV screen, "our boy Cole just tried to assassinate the president of the United States!"

"I know," she replies contentedly, "we're practically famous now!"

Their son certainly is, but according to the left, the profound mystery here is "who was he really trying to kill?"

Reporters?  Celebrities?

The Gray Lady (aka The New York Times, and here we must assume "Gray" is used as a synonym for "Delusional") claims we may never know:

But wait...the overweening Mr. A was condescending enough to leave us a detailed explanation:

<Gunman's Manifesto>

Very revealing!

He explicitly states his target was Trump and his administration.

Ironically, he chose the White House Correspondents Dinner to make his doomed-to-failure attempt, but then again, why not?

Was there anyone in that room who hadn't written a hit piece on Trump?

With a democrat to republican ratio of almost 100 to 1, rare indeed is the msm journalist who doesn't despise Donald J Trump.

The dems have been calling Trump and Maga "Hitler" and "Nazis" for years now, and their lapdog stenographers have dutifully regurgitated every attack.

Intellectual featherweights like Jamie Raskin...

..and Temu Obama, Hakeem Jeffries...

...have been leading the charge, while the propaganda arm of the DNC have been faithful apparatchiks, breathlessly repeating every outrageous claim.

Cole Allen was simply the weak minded weapon they locked and loaded with their <non-stop litany of hateful rhetoric toward Trump and his followers>.

In the aftermath of yet another attempt to assassinate President Trump, there will be the usual farcical political theater, hand wringing and of course, "DARVO":

Deny the accusation;

Attack the accuser;

Reverse Victim and Offender.

We've never tried to incite violence against Trump, but Trump constantly attacks us!

He's not the victim, we are!

Of course it's Trump's fault!

Just another day in paradise.

My daily prayer:

"Though hand join in hand, the wicked shall not be unpunished: but the seed of the righteous shall be delivered."

    - Proverbs 11:21

Lord, let it be so.

We're going to change subjects without even a half hearted attempt at a clever segue:

You guessed it, my first round of the season!

The good news?

This pretty picture is not the best thing that happened on the course.

In other words, it was a decent round for my first time out.

Hit ok from the tees, well from the fairways, and surprisingly well around the greens with my lofting iron.

Putting, as usual, was my downfall.

I play bogey or better wins the hole, double bogey or worse loses, and this was a win, 5 holes to 4.

Definitely committed to playing better as the season progresses, but I walked off the course feeling ok about my round:

A little exercise, a little solitude, and a pleasant stroll through the countryside.

Let's hit the 23 Skidoo trail:

big happenings this past week: #2 grandson tied the knot...

...and Larry opened his cottage up north.

we're making some progress with the courtyard...

...and Lady Baysweep is back in action.

the ornamental cherry tree in Ryan's Corner is getting ready to bloom...

...and the lilacs are making their welcome appearance.

in springtime Tom Turkey's thoughts turn to love...

...while the thoughts of his intended turn to fleeing.

It's an oft repeated request, but please pray for peace:

"I exhort therefore, that first of all, supplications, prayers, intercessions, and giving of thanks be made for all men;

"For kings and for all that are in authority; that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life in all godliness and honesty."

    - I Timothy 2:1,2

later, mcm fans...

The Nonsense Continues...

...from the usual suspects at the History Channel.

Talk about irony - apparently they can't even define what history is, so here's a little help:

In other words, it's what happened.

Period.

It's immutable and not open to revision, ideological or otherwise.

Granted, 'twould be nice to go back and change it from time to time, but apart from the realm of sci-fi, no can do.

Unless - evidently - you work for the History Channel, in which case the past can morph into whatever your current politically correct sickness demands:

"Ah yes, I well remember watching those 1976 Olympics as a young man living in Maine.

"Boxers Sugar Ray Leonard, Michael and Leon Spinks, discus champion Mac Wilkins and of course, world class decathlete Caitlyn Jenner.

"What a glorious sight she was in her skirt and high heels, clutching her pearls while summoning her inner Bruce to sprint, jump, hurdle, throw, run and pole vault her way to a new world record and Olympic gold in the men's decathlon.

"Now Where O Where did she leave that pesky Y chromosome?

"No matter, I'm sure it will turn up; it's always in the last place you look (by definition, actually).

"Sadly, we must take our leave of fantasyland now and return to harsh reality.

"As we go, remember Bugs Bunny's eternal question:"

a little war time humor

Definitely not.

In the Melancholia department:

We are A) in the last third of meteorological summer...

...and B) will lose about 75 minutes of daylight this month.

"A falling leaf is summer waving farewell."

      - Anonymous (if no one claims authorship, I'm going to)

In fact, this past weekend was the last sunset after 9pm for 2025 in our neck of the woods.

By September 10th, sunset will be 8pm.

Now don't think of this as me raining on your parade...

...but rather encouraging you to get moving and enjoy outdoor life as much as you possibly can BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE.

Do NOT waste your time staring at screens, whether they reside in your palm...

...on your desktop...

...or in your living room:

Life is NOT a spectator sport.

Get in the game!

And taking my own advice, I ventured forth to the Vale of Everlasting Sorrows where I practice the black art of hickory golfery.

I'm liking my mixed pre-1900/1920's hickory playset (woods are pre-1900, irons are 1920's):

l to r: long spoon, brassie, mashie, niblick, putter

And because they are a mix, I sometimes use my golf bag as they did in the 1920's, and sometimes carry them sans bag, using the walking stick / club stand, ala the 1890's:

But as much as I enjoy swinging my hickories, my results have been less than exciting lately.

not fog, but genuine imported Canadian wildfire smoke

Thought I was breaking out of my slump today; started with a bogey and par on 1 and 2.

my birdie put on #2 when I "settled" (read: jumped for joy) for par

But then my drive on #3 just caught the upper lip of the sand trap guarding the green and spent some time playing around in the sand before admitting abject defeat and moving on.

4 and 5 were studies in incompetence on the short game, but temporarily righted the ship on 6:

tap in for par brought me back to all square

Had a good drive on 7 followed by a decent brassie to the fringe of the green, chipped to within a foot of the hole, tapped in for par and headed to 8, 1 up with 2 to go.

8 was playing as a 400 yard par 5 today (they move the tees now and then).

Lousy fade from the tee put me among the trees where I used my long spoon as a putter to get the ball back into the fairway.  Foozled my brassie for a 40 yard wasted stroke.

Now hitting 4 with my brassie, this time nice and straight and right into the trees on the left side of the fairway, 150 yards away.  I guess aiming before hitting actually does matter.

Certain the hole was now a well-deserved loss, I dragged my sorry carcass to where my ball had dropped out of the trees into the first cut of the rough.

Hitting 5 which meant if I got up and down from 50 yards away for bogey I'd win the hole and the match.

A competent (please note the missing prefix of "in") stroke with my mashie left me with this putt for bogey:

I hadn't made a putt longer than 2 feet all day, but miracles do still happen apparently, because I did in fact sink it.

This accomplished 2 things:

1) nicely illustrated Harry Vardon's principle that states "Never Despair",  -and-

2) gave me my uninspiring win.

Good thing, too, since 9 was another exercise in "creative ways to misuse golf clubs".

Hoping for better next week.

For the love of chicken gravy, let's just 23 Skidoo and be done with it!

nice to see a <former patient> doing well

conceited cat...nobody ever commissioned a portrait of me

gotta love black eyed susans and cone flowers

vanilla / strawberry hydrangeas in the vanilla stage

a dinner plate hibiscus caged by a japanese maple...

...and the more humane "free range" variety

Assuming you're vertical, able to take nourishment and aware of your surroundings, you know the perpetrators of the <Russian Collusion Hoax> are due for their comeuppance.

It will be a true delight if the criminals involved (Hillary, Obama, Brennan, Clapper and Comey to name a few of the worst offenders) really are held accountable for their crimes against this country, but sad experience has taught us not to hold our collective breath.

When Trump is the target, the media gleefully intones "No one is above the law!"

When the left's conspiracy to frame Trump in an effort to deflect attention from Hillary's compromised server and 30,000 "missing emails" is exposed by heretofore classified intelligence documents,  the complicit media are alternately loudly dismissive and strangely silent.

Even so, we are confident in this eternal truth: whether justice happens now or later, God promises it will happen:

later, mcm fans...

Evil Tried...

...but failed...praise God in heaven.

Details are still emerging, but what's clear is a Biden supporter - now deceased - attempted to assassinate President Trump at a Pennsylvania rally this evening.

And according to an eyewitness, this disaster could have been prevented.

He and his friends saw the shooter "bear crawling" on the top of a building with a rifle...

...and tried to <alert the authorities> a couple of minutes before it occurred.

Why did the Secret Service let this happen?

"Extreme incompetence or it was deliberate. Either way, the SS leadership must resign."

 

            - Elon Musk on X

In Musk's inimitable style, his use of "SS" clearly evokes Germany's dreaded <Schutzstaffel>, and why not?

The left's constant drumbeat that "Trump is Hitler!"...

...is not just grossly irresponsible, it's an open call to violence.

It's true the shooter pulled the trigger, but the democrats and their complicit media allies loaded the rifle.

Thankfully, President Trump - though grazed by an assassin's bullet - is fine, and for that every decent person gives thanks.

Sadly, the left has no decency, and they're already flooding social media with <hateful messages>.

Despicable, but totally in character.

There's no segue from evil to normal, so I won't try.

What do you see in this picture?

How about now?

Animals possess an ability we humans often do not:

That of stillness.

For them, it's a survival mechanism; the ability to remain perfectly still could be the difference between living another day or becoming dinner.

For us, it's a spiritual checkup; being still in the presence of our Creator reconnects us with what actually matters in life.

We live in a chaotic time of constant distraction and directed thought.

Most of us won't go anywhere without a cell phone and few of us can resist checking it constantly.

For what?  The latest fakebook post?

When was the last time you enjoyed a few calm, independent, self-directed meditative moments, free from TV, radio, internet?

                        - Psalms 46:10,11

We live in dark and dangerous times, but take heart: God is still in control.

later, mcm fans...