TC the Terrible

He’s no Pujols, but it looks like Ryan Church may have slowed down the Nationals’ sophomore slump. The District is not nearly as jazzed this season about the team and we all should have known that was coming. You can only have a first season about once every forty years. The first season in the new stadium will be a big deal, but other than that, it’s time for the Nationals to win some games if they expect to see a packed house.

THE WOMAN and I played a full 18 holes yesterday for the first time this year. I didn’t break 100 (big surprise there) but I did have 13 or 14 really good holes. It took six strokes to get out of the bunker on the first, but for the rest of the front side I was on the green in two on every par 4. I hit the green in three on the only par 5 across the front. The back nine was tougher play with me having two holes that went straight down the crapper. The up side of the day is that my driver is starting to groove in, and despite the fact that I could not hit a cow in the ass with my 3-wood my long irons looked like rockets coming out of the rough. Over all, it was a really good day.

Our buddies over at the Post are always spanking Republicans, so it comes as no shock that they are declaring pink to be the new red. Normally I’d blow off their attempts at making the administration look bad since they keep about a dozen people on staff for that one reason, but today George Will got in on the bashing too. Something has to be wrong with the GOP if G.W. is kicking them in the ass.

“Traducing the Constitution and disgracing conservatism, they used their power for their only remaining purpose — to cling to power.”

That hurts.

Now go do something productive today.

I get so tired of this crap. Yes America, the planners in the Pentagon have plans for the invasion of Iran. Big whoppitie shit. Those same planners have invasion plans laid out for three fourths of the countries on the planet. Hell, they’ve got plans on how to take back the major cities in this country too. It’s called being prepared. No big deal, we’ve been doing it for years. The problem is that a ton of people in the media don’t like having to cover a war, where they might get their head shot perfect face fucked up.

The same may not be as true of the coverage these days of Rumsfeld. The current SEC DEF inherited a mess when he got back to town and the terrorists attacks on this country certainly derailed his efforts at cleaning things up. It’s tough to change the structure and culture of a military while they are fighting a very real war.

The Sunday morning talking heads are not so subtlety pushing for the military to turn on the civilian leadership. Folks, that just ain’t going to happen. Those men and women are too professional to publicly try to undercut one of the prime tenants of the U.S. Constitution. They may be working behind the scenes to get it done, but don’t expect the public fight that Katie Couric and her buddies are pushing for.

The Pentagon is a big building with lots of moving pieces. There is shit going on in there that will never see the light of day and it will be years before all of the story on what’s going on today ever gets out.

Hell, we can’t even agree on how to deal with our past wars. The Council of Virginia Archaeologists is going to get their collective panties in a wad over civilians going on legal digs. I’m into history too and hate to see historical sites being turned into shopping malls. As far as I’m concerned if the private hunters and get relics out of the ground before they get lost forever good for them.

What the Federal Government should do is give those guys a huge write off for turning their finds over to respected museums. Then everybody wins.

And to wrap things up; you gotta know that snowball wars are cranking up in Hell this morning. Not only are Christians leaping for joy over the Resurrection, but the founder of Greenpeace has starting coming to his senses. When Patrick Moore starts praising nuclear power you have to believe that tree huggers everywhere might still be brought to the Lord and their senses.

See you on Monday.

Look guys this is really simple. Barry Bonds is a ‘roids boy and his records are all for shit at this point. Sosa and McGuire were on the juice during that great summer when baseball was saved from the hell that hockey is now enduring. The only real difference is that when Bonds got hauled into a grand jury room he lied his ass off about being a doper.

Baseball needs to ban the cockbreath the same way they did Pete Rose. Rose was no saint but at least he got on base legally. And he did more with his marginal talent than anybody else in the lore of the game. And did they ban him from the game for gambling? No, they banned him for lying about it.

The Internet is now officially a dangerous place. Not only have the sexual perverts turned it into a pedophile playground but now street gangs are roaming there too. According to the Post today MS-13 is on the net bragging about kills and making threats. It’s so bad that MySpace is building a security force to call its own.

The thing about freedom of speech is that it applies to everbody; even illegal immigrants and semi-literate gang bangers. Parents are going to start the irrational knee-jerk screaming to put censors in place on the net to protect their kids from this kind of crap. Hell, why not just do your damn job as a parent and pay some attention to what the eff your kid is doing on line? Or would that interfere with your social calendar?

And finally, thank you George Will for pointing out that unions have helped to create an industrial welfare state. Like it wasn’t obvious to everyone all these years. Yeah it does suck to lose your job, but when a company agrees to pay you to sit on your ass then that’s just wrong. No wonder American car companies are up shit creek. How can any company afford to compete when they are paying people to not work? They should have broken the UAW’s back while Hoffa was in prison. Then maybe we could buy an American car and not worry that it’ll fall apart before it gets paid off.

More later. Trust me on that.