YOU SUPPOSE I COULD BLAME MY LACK OF GOLF SKILL ON THIS MAN? OR IS IT MY L.O.F.T.? (LACK OF FRIGGIN' TALENT)
Well, I didn’t get much commentary, rebuttal, or “likes” on my blog about the Fighting Snowflakes from Notre Dame. Did get one guy ask to be removed from the email list – had to wonder if he was a ND alumni – oops, my bad. Even my son, who has always been a huge fan of the Irish, had nothing to say.
I notice there typically isn’t much response or “likes” on my national political commentary, but there is usually quite a bit of genial activity on my local political commentary or personal stories. The problem with that, folks, is that I simply am not that interesting to keep coming up with personal stories. And most of you have kids or grand-kids of your own, so you can’t possibly be that interested in mine, notwithstanding the fact that mine may possibly be the best kiddo’s put on the planet in the history of mankind. If you don’t believe that, feel free to post a picture of your munchkin on this blog and I’ll take a look.
However, in these days of rampant political correctness and liberal lunacy, I just sometimes can’t get my mind off that which is political. I guess as a result of my advancing years, or paying too much in taxes, I’m starting to take this political stuff personally and can't figure out why others don't. Even the aforementioned grand-kids won't listen! Well, Gino does but he doesn't know what I'm saying yet.
Take yesterday, for example. There I was approaching the green on the 9th hole of a golf course, struggling - like usual - to keep my *%#%*%&# score under 50 on the front nine, when I get one of those alerts come across my cell phone. I don’t usually pay much attention to phone alerts during a golf game, because of the aforementioned *&#%*! # struggle, but we had a few managers out of the office that day and I wanted to make sure there wasn’t an issue at work.
I picked up the phone and it read something like: “Appeals Court Upholds Ban on Enforcing Trump Travel Restrictions.” I could feel my blood pressure spiking, and any hope of breaking 50 vanished, as I managed to three-putt the green to score an even, and bewildering 50, giving me a firm grasp of last place in our foursome. It is really hard to concentrate standing over a putt when having a temper tantrum raging in your head. One would think it couldn't be that hard, the ball just sits there and lets you whack it, but believe me, folks, it just isn't that easy.
In case you missed it, the 4th Circuit Court of Appeals upheld a ruling by a federal judge in Maryland who had ruled that the revised travel order was unconstitutional religious discrimination. Now, I suppose there are lawyers and judges that might possibly stumble across this blog and think that this decision was perfectly within normal legal proceedings, is part of the American judicial process, have some indignation that a lay person would question the judiciary, and may even have some sort of legal document to back up why I am wrong. I assure you folks, it wouldn’t be the first time someone within the judicial system told me I was wrong. (And they charge me to do it!) And my answer to that is a resounding BULL! And here’s why:
Try sinking a 2-foot putt with all of that rattling around in your head! And the real kicker – I pulled the bugger to the left!