Ah…golf. Dear leader loves the game. And so he should. After all, a guy in remarkably poor physical condition who loves to boast on his own accomplishments, finds golf appealing. He drives to the next tee. Beautiful. When a less than proficient player at golf flubs a shot, there is a real possibility that a club or two will end up in a water hazard.

Like today’s press conference. They simply would not let him play through, and it ruffled his normally calm, unreproachable behavior. He kind of lost it. He threw his clubs in the water. And then he blamed everything and everyone but himself . If dear leader is not a closet drunk, he must simply be crazy.

And then he fired Jeff Sessions.

It’s a mulligan. A wink and a nod and we just pretend like all this Russia stuff never happened. With a lame duck Congress, dear leader can have his cake. Since he owns all the golf courses, it’s unlikely that anyone will bother to notice that he’s cheating on his score card. Bravo.

The Mueller investigation is in serious jeopardy. And it is so, because dear leader can’t handle the truth. But he will deny, and deflect, and obfuscate because the lie is just too appealing. A sirens call. Remember, the most appealing games are simple and easy to follow. Because no one likes to think too hard when they’re having fun. And his devotees are definitely having the time of their lives. Gamblers. The lure is the possibility of winning. The lure is believing you can beat the game. The lure is staying in action. Suckers. One born every minute. Vegas will never run out of money.

#VegasStrong

I had hoped that special counsel Mueller would release some findings before November 6. Because that could be a game changer. Or it could be like Don Jr said, “A nothing burger.” It’s like when some nut says, “Oh I don’t know what I’d do if I won a million bucks,” and any normal person would say, “Well let me win a million and I’ll figure it out.”

I like Nancy Pelosi’s optimism. She says the dems will definitely take back the House. I hope she’s right, but I do not possess that level of optimism. Sort of like when Namath said the Jets will win the Super Bowl. You got to play the game. And if you’re going to prognosticate, you’d better be right.

These are desperate times. We face the possibility that our system of government as we have come to know it, may no longer exist. I repeat, it’s like the nuclear winter…no one has seen it, but it should scare the hell out of you.

What do you suppose dear leader will do if the Republicans  prevail. He will certainly  feel entitled to shake things up. He most likely will stoke the fires of civil war, race war…class war. Lots of war. Maybe something on an international scale.  The menu is intimidating. How about a Blue Wave? Of course he will protest and proclaim voting shenanigans. The lure is not winning the game, but in figuring out how to beat the game. And…losing is always someone else’s fault. And please recall that he already figured out how to beat the game. And the same strategy may very likely still be in play.

So, be afraid, be very afraid. The steaming divots are everywhere.

My mom died today. We were not close. We had differing and divergent views on almost everything. She was at best disappointed in me and at worst disdainful. But she always ended our conversations with “I love you very much” and I believe that she did love me as only a mother can love a child.

Her last days were filled with misery. She was discharged from a rehab facility in Mesquite, NV with no system of care in place and for no other reason than she said, “I want to go home.” She was not mentally competent to make that decision. But Highland Manor knew the amount of legal latitude they possessed and sent her home. When we found her, she was lying in her own excrement, disoriented and dehydrated. We were told to call the Mesquite police department who then dispatched an ambulance to her residence. Once they arrived, we were careful to say precisely that she was in a grave and life threatening situation and that she could not remain in her residence. She was transported to Mesa View Hospital where she remained for 10 days before they transferred her to North Vista Hospital in Las Vegas. She died today.

My last memory of my mother will be her lifeless body with a ventilator tube left inserted in her throat. A sheet draped over her. We had to ask that the tube be removed. We waited for over three hours for the funeral home to come and take her for cremation. We waited because we did not want her to be alone. When I tried to say goodbye, I couldn’t get the words out. My dad died in 1972. I was not prepared for this. I was working to get her placed in a skilled nursing facility. She died today.

When your parents are gone, your own mortality slaps you right in the face. While I try to rise above self indulgence, reality is a cruel master.

I miss my mom.