A Letter I would Like to Write
A Letter I would Like to Write
LETTERS I”D LIKE TO WRITE
June 17, 2018
Dear Joe Buck,
I’d like to explain excellence to you, because obviously you have no idea of its meaning. Sports professionals are measureded by their statistics, or the feats they have accomplished thus far in their careers. Phil Mickelson has won 43 times on tour; he has 3 Masters Green Jackets (one of 16 professionals to ever have accomplished that); 1 PGA; 1 Open; 16 times runner-up at the US Open; 700 weeks (13.5 years) in the top 10; and World Golf Hall of Famer. His 34 plus years; 26 Professional, plus University and High School; in golf uniquely qualify him as far a knowledge, capability and commitment to the sport are concerned. He has the respect of his peers (of which Joe Buck you are not one), he has the love of golf fans in the galleries that follow him all over the world, he has the trust and respect of his demanding long-time sponsors like Rolex, Workaday, Callaway, Titleist, Barclays and Ford. I think one would conclude from that resumé, Phil knows what he is doing on a golf course and understands the importance of maintaining high standards.
Yesterday at the US Open, on the thirteenth hole Phil saw a losing battle with his putter, and with split-second decisiveness, decided to out-sprint a runaway missed putt and backhand it on the fly, fully aware that he would incur a 2 stroke penalty. The smile to “Beef” was a knowing one, not a sign of disrespect for the game.
Joe Buck, a career sportscaster, with a controvercial background, with known disrespect for his colorists, decided in his infinite lack of wisdom to lable Phil a paraiah, disrespectful of not only the course and the Open, but of his livelehood as well. Wake up Joe Buck, and show some respect for the hard working professionals you sportscast. You and your twin Jim Nance need a long hard lesson in humility, or is that not a word in your vocabulary.
What’s really funny is, this idiot thought he was making a big leap in his career by hosting the Emmy’s. He laughed, sang danced and did everything he could to win our hearts and minds. Many of Hilary’s ‘Bevy of Beaut’s’ tuned in to watch their Golden Boy singe the screen with his toxic wit and sarcastic sense of humor. I don’t think, however, that he realized that, many of President Trumps “Basket of Deplorables’,against their better judgement, tuned in also to watch the awards. If they were anything like me, they tuned out shortly thereafter.
Oooops! All of a sudden 62,000,000 other people in the US got a first hand look at what a real jerk looks like.
Hey Commish, here’s what you need to do. Since your charges are all twenty to thirty somethings, you are going to have to tell them there was a war way back in the 40’s, called WWII. Tell them that a lot of our boys enlisted for that war effort, went over there, lied about their ages; ’cause they couldn’t wait to kill a few huns. Then, Commish, tell them a little about D’Day, like the fact that 2,500 of those boys died that day, and then show ’em the video above. It’ll confuse them, ’cause it ain’t the typical video they are used to.
Then, Commish, show them a few shots of the memorial at Colleville-sur-Mer, France. Let ’em take all that in. Then, Commish, tell ’em that the requirement for them to continue to play in the NFL, is, they have to find one of the survivors of WWII, (or Korea, Vietnam or The Desert Wars), then walk up to him, then take a knee, and then thank him, from the bottom of his millionaire heart, for the man’s service. Tell ’em, Commish, they better hurry ’cause there ain’t many of those WWII heroes left.
And Commish? If they don’t get it after that………they never will, and we’ll underastand.
I used to think that Actors and Actresses were kind of ditsy people who couldn’t decide who they were, what kind of life they wanted, or what they wanted to do with their lives. I mean, the average marriage amongst them probably lasts an average of 3 to 5 years, or before the money runs out, or the star fades, or until the sex thing wears off, or whichever comes first. I could never understand how they could play in a shoot-em-up movie, one day, and then be in a gun control ad the next. It seems strange, to me, that they puff on cigarettes in a movie, and then take money for a ‘stop smoking ad’, because they care. Seems more like double dipping to me. But the ones that get me the most are the ones that host lavish parties, costing millions of dollars, for political entities like Obama, who then feels he needs to contribute millions of our taxpayer dollars to Ruanda, rather than veterans. Why don’t they just send the party money to Ruanda, and stay home and watch one of their movies, or TV reruns.
Although I still hold onto those thoughts, I’m now wondering if it isn’t their fans and followers that are ditsy. I mean watch the fans fall all over the celebs at the Oscars, screaming, sobbing, throwing undergarments, waving their arms, quite a scene actually. I can’t understand why the fans hang one every word the celebrity utters at Political Rallys, Political Conventions, Political ads. The celebs are certainly entitled to their political opinions, leanings and ideologies, but they don’t know any more about what they are talking about then does the man on the street, but yet thousands of fans look up and drool as Katie Perry says, “Can’t we all just love on eachother”. As profound as that statement is, I have no clue what it does to combat terrorism, fix immigration laws or ‘Make America Great Again’.
So now I’m lost, at an impass, pondering and posing who is the ditso, the one who can’t figure it out, or the one that idolizes him/her.
It infuriates me when the Media out and out lies to make our President look bad. We all know that President Trump ran on the “We’re gonna build that wall folks, that I can tell you,” platform. 63,000,000 people supported that platform, me included. A secure border, with a country that disrespects our sovereignty, is a necessity. (Note: We don’t have a wall with Canada.) Trump is working very hard to make the wall a reality, and the News Media, for some unfathomable reason, is doing everything it can to stop it.
Last night I was watching CBS Evening news, which Trump bashed for at least 60% of the time, and a stalwart reporter came on to report on the wall and how it was coming along. She blurted out every negative thought she could concerning the wall and then ended with, “It could cost the American Taxpayer as much as 40 Billion (with a B) dollars…….Anthony.”
“Wow!” I said, “How can that be?”
Forty Billion dollars is $40,000,000,000. If we build the wall over every foot of terrain between the US and Mexico that would be approximately 2,500 miles. Do the math and that means, according to CBS News, the wall will cost the American Taxpayer $16,000,000 per mile. That is $16 Million dollars per mile. As a person who has spent his life in the construction business, I would kill to build every single mile of that wall. The reporting is misleading and irresponsible. Shame on you News Media. Shame on you.
It all started with one man “taking a knee” because he could not respect the flag of a country that mistreated black people. I personally was appalled when I saw it happen. I fly my flag with pride on my 30Ft. tall flag pole every day, and smile every time it catches my eye. My flag evokes patriotism in me, my family and friends who see it when they visit. It flies in silence, offering those who view it a chance to reflect on the heritage that awesome piece of cloth has bestowed on our land. To bring this great nation to the place it holds in the world today it has certainly gone through, good and bad times.
I don’t think that many of us are proud of the treatment the Native Americans received, or the proliferation of slavery in the South and the bloodiest Civil War in our history that it took to end it. We are proud of our men who fought, but I think that few of us are proud of the Vietnam War or the senseless demonstrations going on in our society today decrying Free Speech. They were very dark times that everyone needs to put behind them, because that is where they belong; among the visable scars we have received building this great nation; scars to be looked at, understood, but never talked about.
I think, however, that all of us are proud of the Minutemen and their stand for freedom from British oppression, and gaining our Independence as they carried “Old Glory” into battle. I know that everyone is thankful for the bravery and sacrafice that 250,000 souls offered up to rid the world of Nazism, all of whom were buried beneath an American Flag, in cemeteries that demand silence and respect from anyone that visits them, with hands over their hearts and tears in their eyes. I know that we all honor every Gold Star Mothers that gave her begotten sons and daughters for cause of freedom all over the world.
I know that most of us are not very proud of the ugliness happening at the opening of football games every Monday, Thursday, and Sunday. I know I sit there seething with deep abhorrence. I admit that I have been moved to utter a disparaging word or two as well, following up with rude gestures that only my wife and my dogs can see. I am appalled at what I see and hear, and I know most of you feel the same.
Finally, one man has had the courage to stand up, and with a few choice words said exactly what is on the minds of millions and millions of Americans. Thank you President Trump. And thank you Jerry Jones, and please the rest of you owners and coaches realize that you are killing sports with your foolish attitudes. It is not about ‘Freedon of Speech’. it is about respect, morality and love of country. I notice that those who you disrespect are absent from your games by the thousands. Maybe it is time for me to read a good book on Monday, Thursday and Sunday.
Barak Obama was, and I suppose still is, a Speaker. He currently makes $400,000 a speech. He crafts and hones his words, he practices hand motions, facial expressions, shifts side to side, and rarely, if ever, says anything worthwile. Every word is politically correct and designed to appeal to a narrow group of people. He is extremely smart and uses his intellect to beguile. He is a handsome man and uses his appearance to seduce. He is a very persuasive actor.
On the other hand, Donald Trump is an orator. I define orator as someone who has something to say and says it plainly and simply so that everyone can understand him. He does not mix words. Speaking to world leaders at the UN he said, “In everything I do I consider the well-being of America and American’s first. Every leader of every sovereign nation should consider the well-being of his nation and it’s citizens first.” No word-smithing there. Easy to understand, and it says something.
I listen to every word President Trump says when he speaks because he speaks from the heart, and he says what he thinks. He uses words I understand, and I don’t feel that he is reaching into my back pocket every time he opens his mouth. Some feel that is offensive, not me, I feel it is honest.
I strongly recommend that you listen to his UN speech. I have no questions in my mind how he feels about the UN, Kim Jong Un, The Iran Neuclear Deal and Russia. I know where my President stands, and now, so does the entire world.
Years ago a Celebrity was someone that most people revered, looked up to, adored, and yes, worshiped; for pursuits ranging from heroism, stardom, athleticism, good works, religion and other pursuits. We have elevated many of our midst to ultra levels of acclaim and accord for their hard work and hard earned capability. Some of the celebrities that I embraced over the years include, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Dwight David Eisenhower, Cousin Evald (a WWII Pacific Ace), Moshe Dayan, Golda Meir, John Kennedy, Paul Newman, Robert Mitchum, Grace Kelly, Bob Fossey and, of course, many others. Celebrity, to me, meant popularity (the state or condition of being liked, admired, or supported by many people). Celebrity, to me, also carried with it elements of respect and esteem, and a genuine appreciation of accomplishment.
Last Sunday night the Emmy Awards was held to honor Celebrities in the Television Industry. The Industry chose Stephen Colbert to be Master of their Ceremony. Oprah Winfrey sat up front ant center, as did many other smiling, tittering, ignoramuses. As the evening wore on, literally, the jokes and inuendo became so disgusting that I and everyone else watching with me wanted no more, so we shut the television off and stared at each other speechlessly for several minutes, and then we all realized that we and 62 Million other prople had just been terribly appallingly maligned.
We had a rousing discusssion about how disgusting the “Award Shows” have become and how wisdomatically the television academy had chosen as its master of ceremonies, one of the most disgusting people on the Planet, and featured close seconds, Alec Baldwin, and Melissa McCarthy. Several said that they thought that they thought they had noticed a few audience members showed signs of guilt and regret, but felt that they were in the vast majority. We then realized that we were actually supporting the disgusting behavior of the television industry by watching their
Apparently my friends and I are not in the minority judging from the criticisms from the news media and social media. “The Emmys have reached a new level of popular appeal…….Rock Bottom”. Congratulations are in order to Colbert for bringing the Emmys down to his level of capability.
Well I just received my “23andMe” reports on my Ancestral DNA. The reports have confirmed many of my presupposed ideas that my heratige is 53% Scandanavian; 12% British/Irish (bringing in the Viking element), 28% French/German, and the remainder broadly Northwestern European. I already knew this as a result of my one and only trip to Denmark where I was able to trace three generations of Scandahouves on my father’s side (going back to the early 1800). The Vikings landed in Ireland/England in the early days.
Apparently I also contain 283 of 2,872 Neanderthal Variants (nearly 10%) , which is higher than 58% of 23andMe’s other customers (the most being 400). What does that mean? I probably have straight hair, which I do. I’m probably tall, which I guess I am at 6′-2″. I don’t know much about the other 281, they didn’t go into that much detail.
The 10% Neanderthal Variants thing started me thinking though. This means somebody in my family tree swung down and had sex with a Neanderthal at least 40,000 years ago, and I’m still taking the hit for it today.
So…..to all the girls I’ve loved before, especially those of you who screamed “You Neanderthal”, at the end of our date, you were right. Who knew.