Macca


Sometimes you have to treat yourself. Paul McCartney plays a significant part in my record collection, but I felt a little priced out. A concert ticket shouldn’t outweigh my car payment. The day of last Friday’s show, some less than perfect seats were released at a less than obnoxious pricing, so, got to treat yourself. I couldn’t afford to take somebody else, but alone better than missing out.

My credit card company was happy I pulled the trigger and got my less than perfect seat, and so was i as Sir Paul was in great voice.

As Warren Zevon noted “enjoy every sandwich.” As another slogan noted, life is short, buy the concert ticket.

Spur of the moment


One moment you are savoring sunday coffee, the next, you are headed to the nearby border for a 50 plus mile, multinational bike jaunt featuring great conversation, remarkable vista, miles that melted away. Indeed a sunday well spent.

Sunday well spent

Spur of the moment


One moment you are savoring sunday coffee, the next, you are headed to the nearby border for a 50 plus mile, multinational bike jaunt featuring great conversation, remarkable vista, miles that melted away. Indeed a sunday well spent.

Sunday well spent

Cheer, Cheer for Old Notre Dame


The opening game for Notre Dame football is tonight. It’s the first my dad won’t be around. A lifelong fan, alumni and general supporter, he lived and breathed them until his passing last November. It’s a road game so there will be no Alma Mater playing for NBC to maybe show or not show. That’s a choice that would always leave him grousing if the network cut away.

Notre Dame Football has been one of the tonics as both he and my mom, another member of the ND cult, fought their ways through the ailments that would eventually take them. As Mom faded, we would journey over to the nursing home where her ailments would steadily invading to come back to Dad’s apartment across the street and watch the game featuring the team they watched together since the 1950s. She would doze a lot, but would frequently waken and yell “Intercept his ass!” whenever Notre Dame was on defense. If an opposing runner or receiver would threaten to break a play open, Dad would respond with a “would somebody like to tackle him, please?” He being a true study in civil discourse of football thinkology.

Mom and Dad passed on the same calendar day, four years apart, and it only dawned on me this week, that they both managed to get to the end of the regular season, but avoided the heartache of the headache of the major college playoff kerfluffle.

Watch a game when they are at home some time. The rituals are hokey, overblown, kitcshy, and endearing all at the same time. I went to one in person. Notre Dame has a pep rally the night before the game and the Notre Dame Alma Mater gets played there too and just like on tv when all the team, players, staff, coaches, personnel all gather arm in arm for the song, the same thing happens at the pep rally. The music comes up and it’s an all inclusive circle as I got swept up by two arms, a cheerleader who I would never have a chance with on my best of days on one side, and my mom who gave everything a shot. You were part of something bigger than you, a phenomenon that can be good for the soul.

All the years later, it gave her some normalcy in a situation that was anything by normal. With her passing, the game and the music was a little sustaining for Dad. It helped that the current coaching staff has the team doing pretty well, regularly in the TOP 10 for the past few seasons. We built a little ritual to fill the void, trash food and fixers of football teams, and the world they played in.

I’ll probably look in, but the obligatory viewing seems to have lost its mandate. I hope Notre Dame has another fun season lined up.

The Folks would have liked that.

Okay, Blue Jays!


Let’s Play, Ball!

The Blue Jays are one of the hottest teams in the majors right and for the past few seasons, one of the more fun ones to watch. It’s gratifying to see them rising to the tops of the American League East currently.

When they were in their infancy, my dad and I would make a trip up to see them play and usually lose the Reggie Jackson Dave Winfield era Yankees at the old Exhibition Stadium. The Ex wasn’t really shaped for primo baseball watching, so you could have seats in right field and have to do a 90 degree turn to see home place.

More often we would was take a tour bus run by a restaurant called the Boardwalk Cafe. You would eat their brunch and hop a bus to the game. The bus would be equipped with a bar’s worth of drinks. It was always a great time, and I think my dad got an extra lift over being able to sip a cold one while riding through customs. This went on through 1982 when college and part time jobs made it a little tougher to get scheduled. The restaurant closing didn’t help.

It was a lot of bad baseball, but it was the major league show and in the early 80, 81, the Jays were discovering some success. We did make a trip to see the eventual world champs in the SkyDome in 92, but the new stadium wasn’t exactly warm. It was more STADIUM than ballpark.

The Jays did a great job in shifting that with recent renovations to the now named Rogers Centre. I decide a few weeks ago, it was time to explore once more. After Dad’s illness, I wanted to resume and maybe spoil myself a little. So, I got me an overpriced hotel and a ticket to a recent Jays/Yankees game. I took the Yankees for old time sake and the experience made me remember games with the old man.

The Blue Jays have really spread the fun from the field all though the place. I ventured in on a Loonie Dog night, essentially dollar hot dog night, complete with extra stands to satiate dog fans.

They take their 50/50s pretty seriously up there.

It was a thrill to see Aaron Boone play in person for the first time.

Same with Vladdy, neither connected for a homer, but each is the type of player you have to pay attention even if you are just watching, you don’t want chance missing anything.

It didn’t really dawn on me about the implied homage I did as I was mostly running away from home for a spare no expense for 30 hours prevacation. But I looked over the inhouse beer list and seeing the levels of Bud LIght was a little jarring where there are so many superior Canadian brews. Scanning the list of suspects, I could hear my dad tsk, tsking the beer lineup. He didn’t suffer fools or Mich Lights quietly, but would have dug the game.

The jays are fun. I’m going back.

The Tesla Chain Saw Massacre


Just when you thought the corruption couldn’t get any more flagrant, a new low is reached with the opening of Happy Don’s Celebrity Used Car Lot right at the front door of the White House. Instead of our social security being secure, medicare being left along, any research being done in medicine, any direction in education, aid and the markets that engenders, we got this. In our nation’s history, one president sold his peanut farm to avoid even the slightest appearance of impropriety. Instead, now it seems to be a badge of honor. To get some fresh air and take a break from senselessly browbeating Canada, the First Office Holder turned car pitchman for vehicles that aren’t very good, are overpriced and mostly to boost his requested by nobody hatchment, who still holds the receipts from the government he apparently bought. Eggs (you know, the day one cheaper ones) aren’t getting cheaper and the shaky economic policies have really screwed most folks’ ability to retire, yet here we are, supposed to feel sorry that the wrecking crew’s ring leader is taking a fiscal pounding in response to his reckless, careless, thoughtless dismantling of things he doesn’t like.

“Hello, folks, Smilin’ Don here, are you looking for a new vehicle, something overpriced, unreliable and so unpredictable that you have unplug and plug back in to get it to go? Hell, have I got a deal for you. Just amble on down to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave to check out one of these beauties, where we have a wide selection of cars designed to make Pontiac Aztecs feel a little less bad about themselves.”

I started out the day just feeling annoyed at all the unprecedented bs floating around this administration, but somehow another log got dropped on to the fire.

While none of this was ever about savings or trimming bloat in government, feeling sorry for the doofus doing the underinformed cutting just isn’t on my bingo card. I got dinged by people who thought what is happening now is comparable to what was done during the Clinton administrations and my history wasn’t up to date and I was partisan. I am a little partisan sure, but my history is just fine. The government reduction done thing was done within the confines of existing rules and appropriations. It was done over almost 7 years. Was it perfect? Of course, not, but there was at least a methodology present, which doesn’t seem to be a part of this mistaken-riddled, scorched early, what-do-this-do-who-cares-cut-it policy that makes this observer yearn for precedented times and these unprecedented ones are pretty, you guessed it, taxing.

Unpopular and flat wrong actions don’t win friends, neither does attacking social security and screwing up 401k plans with meglomanical, chasing hording, generally life worsening policies. The concept of public service doesn’t even have a plan. Collect as much money and power to keep collecting money and power, so much so, scenes like the White House showroom hasn’t raised more than a congressional shrug as of yet. He’s having a tough time selling cars because he is wrecking programs that Kennedy created to build that great society. Too bad!

Yet, so many democrats are searching for spines.

Why is it that whenever the Dems are in the majority, the republicans raise hell, kick, scratch, scream and whine until they get their way? But when the republicans are in the majority you just bend over, and take it, and not offer any resistance? Dude, it’s not 1993 anymore. Nobody cares about bipartisanship. We don’t want elected officials who just cowtow to this craziness. We want elected officials who actually fight. So either find your sack and fight, or resign and get out of the way.

Things are on fire and democratic leadership is writing a letter to be mailed later to the Fire Department.

Dear Canada


I get it. I understand you weren’t booing people during the recent 4 Nations All-Star Hockey tournament. I understand it completely. The President of the United States (a person so staggeringly ill-equipped for his job) seems to think vilifying everybody is a smooth move for prosperity. He doesn’t get that tariffs on Canada goods will be paid by consumers. He doesn’t get that there so much more fentanyl entering Canada from the US than the other way around. He forgot he signed a trade agreement with you and Mexico before he recalled it and the list of inanities continues to grow like a chia pet that has been overwatered.

I don’t know what 77,000,000 were thinking when they cast their vote. I don’t know what so many millions would could have voted chose to just stay home. They couldn’t be bothered to form an opinion. I’m sorry. While I know it means little, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that the U.S. is currently being led by somebody who isn’t serving the public, just himself, who basically sold himself to another entity who is pillaging our government agencies – publicly stating he is out to reign in waste, but mostly looking for funds to keep among the billionaire class of thieves and despots at the top of the heap.

This scourge has me fearing for my social security funds. Part of every paycheck since I was 15 has gone into my social security. I’m 61 and unlikely to ever fully retire, but money that is mine has been raided by congress, regularly threatened for entitlement cuts and now the careless visgoths of this administration are targeting the social security department for staffing cuts (when they don’t have much to start with). They are basically burning it all down. Apparently we just aren’t into health here anymore as the annual conference that formed flu shot strategy was cancelled. Cancer research is also expendable. We have also managed to make Measles great again. Safety isn’t a thing either as the folks who steady the weather will be fewer in number as well. What was a healthy economy has been purposefully blown up in a little more than a month in the name of political retribution. Notice carefully that what department of defense cuts have come at the expense of our veterans, not at the expense of big hefty contracts. But again, it isn’t about the savings, it about some reverse Robin Hood-ism and picking really dumb disagreements.

If the current first occupant was serious about doing the job and bettering everybody, he wouldn’t be squabbling with you and Mexico. I know Prime Minister Trudeau has some issues, but he is trying lead and serve. The same cannot be said down here.

Twice now, when faced with the choice between a informed, prepared, qualified public servant who happened to be woman, the voting public opted for the big old, fragile man baby who can’t recall his own statements, admonishes such radical elements like the Associated Press for not kissing his ring of stupidity, who couldn’t turn a profit running casinos and is using his posting to self-profit and turn people of his party (one he described as rather dumb some years ago) to be ineffectual lapdogs who give him most anything to stay in their profitable power positions themselves, not a public service motivated soul among them.

Don’t let the statistics fool you, he doesn’t have a mandate. Of those who did show up on election day, he got 49.1 percent of the vote. Of the total eligible voters, it was a little over 32 percent. The folks who stayed home tick me off because it would have made a difference. I don’t think any party should get everything they want as if you win a seat in Congress or the Presidency, you are not the leader of just the people who agree with you in your district, but everybody. The president wants everybody agreeing and praising him, so much so you can almost see souls levitating in the Washington skyline.

Again, I’m sorry for that. I don’t know what those 77,000,000 folks were thinking as he who shall not be named never gave a crap about them, their problems or issues. 77 million saw Titanic tickets available and rebooked. He inherited a working economy and turned into day after a frat party scene. I hope in the battle of egos, leaders, especially our First Occupant, stop and realize that this hurts people I strongly suspect ours doesn’t care as he has repeatedly shown that making America great doesn’t necessarily include actual americans. He foolishly thinks tariffs change things. It means we will all pay more. I know Justin Trudeau has some issues to address within your confines, but he has been a public servant first and more statesman-like than Trump will be ever and I hope Ford isn’t overly vindictive as actual people are caught in the middle, paying more when that is not within most folks’ abilities currently.

And I worry for the repercussions of all of this. The trust was broken by Trump and I hope we can get that back sooner than the next election. In the meantime, I’m going to continue riding over the Peace Bridge and enjoying having you so close by,

Keep on standing up for yourselves. This american doesn’t mind. I want to continue to visit and enjoy all your greatness.

Be like Mike

The Incontinent Coffeemaker


Sounds a little like the title to a Tom Robbins book. His recent passing was very sad. I didn’t know him, but I feel like there was a sort of kindred spirit behind the prose in his works. There was both whimsy and gravitas in his storytelling that I always found satisfying. The hunt for a copy of one of his works led my then barely teenage son to chant “B is for Beer.” That was answered by “start em young,” from another passing patron.

But, I’ve been trying to digest Tom’s jaundice, wry eye in an attempt to digest what is happening in our immediate world. It is a lot of hard work keeping with the flurry of status destroying moves being put on by the current denizens of the White House. Ir has been a lot to digest as I continue to seek the leak on my coffeemaker.

Been a cup off makes it doubly hard to stay on top of the foolishness. The daily fuckery has made Canada seem like the upstairs quiet neighbor to a downstairs meth lab run by coked up monkeys. I’m sorry, Canada, most of us are not down with this at all. With every dumb move, with every syncophantic appointment, with every public utterance correctable by paying some attention in 8th grade civics glasses, the current administration reveals just how truly both selfish and dumb they really are.Who pisses off Canada? Honestly, it’s like insulting the person handing you that perfect ice cream cone. The hockey players at the four nations tourney need to bear with it as it is the politest venting ever.

Just the latest incident of why everybody who works for the current president needs to review every episode of Schoolhouse Rock.

The insanity list is high as is the thin skinned patriarchy is picking fights with neighbors, sucking up to dictators, not understanding the checks and balances in the Constitution, foresaking the oath of defending the constitution, laying down at the feet of Putin, demanding loyalty and criticism free press coverage along with removing those who don’t immediately use a new name for a body of water not entirely in their sphere of control. It’s a lot to unpack and it’s dependent on the lack of spines on congress, along with their lust for power, and the 49% of the eligible voters who voted for him to not realize he doesn’t care about them. He isn’t working in their interests. He isn’t working for anyone’s interest, except his own (and those that Elon deems worthy, when he isn’t telling the press things that are “incorrect.” Most folks would refer to that as lying, but I degress.

The folks who have drunken the kool-aid and the republicans lapping this all up publicly say, it’s a long overdue audit. To that I wittily respond, bullshit! This is a haphazard rummaging through government departments to take money, that taxpayers will never see, to fund things that most taxpayers won’t benefit from. An audit isn’t done by coders, you get forensic accountants who are concerned with being right as opposed to being speedy. Don’t get me wrong, there are numerous programs and agencies that could stand from an actual efficiency study, but this isn’t that.

So far, nobody has said if the buyouts the Muskrats are waving around are even funded, it’s just be targeting agencies the Great Pumpkin’s lesser cousin doesn’t like. He doesn’t want to help, so an agency created by President Kennedy gets the scorched earth treatment from Musk and the minions, overlooking things like among the millions spent, much goes to American farmers who supply goods for programs. So, it isn’t so simple, or right, or administered properly no matter how many press events are staged.

While I fixed the coffee maker, the list of things that have broken under this bull in a china shop administration has expanded faster. A wag on facebook suggested I’m only opposed for Trump is a republican. He’s incorrect, Trump isn’t a republican, and this shit is bad. I’m just as mad at the Democrats who are fighting and asking for donations, but with a few exceptions, watching the constitution get trampled, the system of checks and balances get ignored and agencies that should be funded to help people and make life quality good, get eviserated. The two parties need each other. The repubs want to keep their jobs and power ahead of anything else so they just wave President Elon on.

Is there bloat in the federal government? Absolutely. Could we spend better? For sure. Should that be studies thoughtfully? Of course, but so should 7th grade civics, which none of these schmucks could pass. The presidential happy couple in their political retribution tour ignored that congress is the purse string operators. The fund freezing isn’t going to teach President Biden a lesson, it’s screwing American farmers out of already approved grant money. We’ve all been paying into Medicare and they are working on taking that away, for no good reason other than to throw money in a different pile. USAid’s dismantling diminishes the country around the world and screws plenty of Americans, especially farmers who lost a huge custom for their goods. The funds found? Show it, don’t announce it. Refund checks? we all know those aren’t real because the savings aren’t.

There is a way to check expenses, instead of sending tech brahs to manipulate numbers and denude agencies that either protect citizens or investigate Musk, you send in forensic accountants in to analyze data and spending patterns. But it wasn’t about waste, efficient government or doing right by the people. It’s about control, always about control.

Control they don’t deserve