Happy Resurrection Day...

..."He is not here: for He is risen, as he said.  

Come, see the place where the Lord lay."

   - Matthew 28:6

I hope you and yours experienced a joyous Easter Sunday.

As the Apostle Paul wrote in I Corinthians 15, if not for the resurrection of Christ, we of all people would be most miserable.

But because of His sacrifice on the cross, "...in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him that loved us." (Romans 8:37)

Happy Easter, y'all.

Turning to affairs of state:

If you seek a pleasant peninsula...

...you're gonna need a different governor. 

That's normal person and Trump aide Natalie Harpe on the left, and apparently someone with the mental acuity of a 4 year old on the right.

Sorry to say, that's our beloved governor here in Michigan, Wretched Dimwitmer.

You see now the depth of our problems.

It's natural to ask, "what was she thinking?", but that's giving her way too much credit.

No doubt the tangled jumble of neurons misfiring in her brain tapped into her primal fear:

"What if my progressive pals see me kiss the ring of Bad Orange Man?

"I won't be allowed to play with them anymore!"

Thus her knee jerk reaction to hide behind her folder when the White House photogs arrived.

One of the hallmarks of great leaders is the ability to think on their feet and make good decisions.

By way of contrast, what WD did is normal behavior for a half wit.

Obviously incompetent, she shouldn't be allowed anywhere near actual power.

Ah, Springtime!

While a young man's fancy may turn to love, this old man is all in for...

...you guessed it: hickory golf.

And more specifically, pre-1900 hickory golf:

What's a spoon?  A brassie?  A lofting iron?  And where's the golf bag?

All these faskinatin' mysteries and more are sure to be revealed.

Well maybe, if I feel like it and if you're paying attention, neither of which is certain at this point.

For now, let's just dissect my 1st round of the season, shall we?

Ewww...looks like my 1st round of the season, so let's just skim the highlights instead.

That's it; the one and only highlight of today's round, just before I teed off on the 1st hole and ruined the whole thing.

In a previous post, I mentioned if we lived in a perfect world I'd pick up where I left off last year - with nothing but pars and bogeys.

Using that metric, it is safe to say we do not live in a perfect world.

There's plenty to get excited about on the political front, but I say we just fuggedaboudit and 23 Skidoo:

new welcome mat

spring decor

I'm sensing a theme here

if I get tired of being incompetent at golf, I can always switch to being incompetent at bowling

karen and I enjoying a candlelight dinner, sans food and drink, apparently

resurfaced a green this weekend...one more to do this year.

almost tulip time

Easter Peeps - they're not just for breakfast

magnolias are almost ready to pop

We haven't much time here on planet earth.

It seems like we do in our younger years, but then we blink and find ourselves 50 years down the road before we know it.

In the space of that eyeblink, our youth will have fled, we could have married, had kids, welcomed grandkids, worked for five decades and retired.

It's all blue sky until one day when it's not, and then eternity is right around the corner.

"The days of our years are threescore and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away."

       - Psalms 90:10

So what will you say when you stand before your Creator and are called to give an account for your life?

If we're wise, we will humbly plead the blood of Jesus Christ, who died on Calvary's cross in our stead, that we could be forgiven and have life eternal with Him.

It is an old saying, but true:

"The Greatest man in history had no servants, yet they called him Master.

"Had no degree, yet they called him Teacher.

"Had no medicines, yet they called him Healer.

"He had no army, won no military battles and committed no crime...

"...yet kings feared Him, He conquered the world and they crucified Him.

"He was buried in a tomb, yet He rose again and lives today.

"His name is Jesus."

Do you know Him?

Happy Easter, mcm fans...

Dakota Tribal Wisdom Suggests...

...when you discover you're riding a dead horse...the best strategy is to dismount.

In a pathetic display of cruelty and incompetence, the dems trotted out their dead horse for all the world to see.

The few times he wasn't mumbling incoherently and losing his train of thought, he was lying through his dentures.

The most egregious lie of all?

“I’m the only president this century that doesn’t have any, this decade, that not any troops dying anywhere in the world, like he did.” 

Ok, that's typical Slo-Joe dementia speak, but he's claiming no soldiers died in combat during the time he's been illegally squatting in the White House.

No troop deaths...really?

That will come as a shock to the families of the 13 troops killed on August 26, 2021 in a bombing in Kabul, Afghanistan.

Biden even attended the transfer of these troops' remains, an event he apparently doesn't remember.

The world does, however - who can forget the image of him checking his watch, wondering how much longer he had to endure this inconvenience?

It was almost time for his graham crackers and milk; plus, those Looney Tunes cartoons weren't going to watch themselves.

In the aftermath of his debate debacle, we're seeing a flood of oddly coordinated calls for Dementia Joe to drop out of the race.

And I say "oddly" because we've been assured for years by every main stream talking head that Biden is "just fine".

“Start your tape right now, because I’m about to tell you the truth. And f-you if you can’t handle the truth," the Joe/Mika clown show blustered recently.

"This version of Biden intellectually, analytically, is the best Biden ever!"

Are they and all their leftist conspirators delusional, dishonest or demented?

Yes.

The videos of Biden freezing up in public events, spouting unintelligible gibberish, being led off the stage by Barry O at a dem fundraiser, falling multiple times while climbing stairs...?

"Cheap Fakes" according to the White House communications team.

Riiiight...

As Grouch Marx famously asked, "Who are you going to believe?  Me, or you own eyes?"

<BIDENICA INFOMERCIAL>

So how is it that all these gaslighting media dopes who've sworn for years Biden is perfection personified suddenly turned on a dime in unison, and are now calling for his replacement?

Rest assured these new talking points are not the result of delusional hordes being force fed reality and finally awaking to the truth.

No, this is a planned execution by the <long knives> squad; they've played out their frat boys "Weekend At Bernie's" fantasy for years but it's finally over.

Time to dump the corpse and find another stiff, while feigning heartbreak over the "sudden and surprising" demise of their hallowed leader (barf bags available upon request).

Underscoring their desperation, one of the stiffs they've suggested as a possible replacement is Michigan Governor Wretched Dimwitmer.

Let me tell ya, that's some first class barrel bottom scraping right there.

While she has about the same IQ and broken moral compass as Dementia Joe - and every decent human being in the state would rejoice at her departure - she's even less likable than Slo-Joe because yes...

...we do remember Covid.

So who will be their last gasp attempt at political relevance?

Newsom?  Harris?  <Tartarus>?

Ssssssssstay tuned...

A quick delousing...

yes, you're the chicken

...and we can move on to the next subject.

Hm...lessee...thumbing through my rolodex...

...Archeology?  Nope.

Candlemaking?  Not today.

Farmasooticals?

Oops, a little spelling error there...should be Farmaceuticals, but no.

Ah, here we go:  Hickory Golf.

Gaining some ground lately for a couple of reasons:

1) I've switched to a match play format  - and -

2) I've adopted Walter Hagen's viewpoint that the only shot that matters is the next one.

We've all heard the old saw that attitude determines altitude, but I never put much stock in it.

It was a bit too ethereal, too whimsical for me, as if you could somehow "think" your way to success.

What about talent, study, hard work and practice, practice, practice?

Turns out the former does not replace the latter, it completes it.

Talent helps, of course.

Study, hard work and practice are essential.

But attitude - that's the fuel that makes the engine run.

Hickory golf is not just a change of equipment, swapping out a 5 iron for a mashie or a driver for a brassie.

It's embracing an era, the origins of the game...

...its attitudes, customs, how it was played.

Understanding and practicing that is helping me play a little better and certainly enjoy it a whole lot more.

recent deluge

mr. blue jay enjoying seafood sensations

evening sky, courtesy of Larry from his cottage

Larry's friend offroad racing in northern Michigan

post-race, pre-wash

transplanted daises in Ryan's Corner

tiger lilies, lavender, daisy

more yuccas in bloom in our courtyard

Hate to sound like a broken record...

...but summer rolls on and July is right around the bend.

Make haste to enjoy it!

later, mcm fans...