The Real Thing

Among many of my Readers, I know that their opinion of golf is that it takes up acreage better used for a shooting center.  However, after watching the 2022 Masters last week, something really fine happened.

A young guy named Scottie Scheffler emerged the champion, and here’s his story.

Even better, he and his pretty wife have been crowned as the world’s cutest couple:

Best of all?  (and this just has to stick in the media’s craw)

“It all goes back to my faith,” he said.  “The reason why I play golf is that I’m trying to glorify God and all that he’s done in my life.  So for me, my identity isn’t a golf score.  Like Meredith told me this morning, if you win this golf tournament today, if you lose this golf tournament by 10 shots, if you never win another golf tournament again she goes, I’m still going to love you, you’re still going to be the same person.”

God, humility and family.

Makes me tear up, it does.

Visitors Etc.

The secret is out:  Mr. & Mrs. Free Market are Over Here for Doc Russia’s nuptials, so of course while Mrs. FM went off to deplete his millions do some shopping, her husband, Doc and I went to TDSA to shoot off, as it turned out, well over a thousand boolets.

Here’s Doc, doing his bit to keep noise pollution down:


(note the pattern on his shirt)

…Mr. FM shooting what turned out to be his favorite gun of the two dozen or so we took out there:

Then he and Doc did a little run-and-gunning:

…and later, Mr. FM went all Warsaw Pact:


(no, he wasn’t shooting at the paper target blowing around in the wind)

Your Humble Narrator was to busy taking pics and loading mags to shoot much (maybe a hundred .45, and the same of .357 and 9mm), but the most fun for me was going old-time .45-70:

A full report to follow once I’ve got all the product descriptions from Doc.

A day at the range with BBQ sandwiches and ribs, good friends and no range Nazis, shooting whatever we wanted, in whatever quantity  we wanted, teasing each other mercilessly and friendly, no-score competitions followed by a little beer time afterwards… we all agreed that it just doesn’t get any better than this.

I love these guys.

Best Ever

We’ve often seen those “Before & After” pics of people who’d had enough of being fat, scrawny, etc. and decided to do something about it.  Here’s one such, where a woman ballooned after having kids, felt ashamed of herself, and did something about it.

That’s pretty impressive.  Here’s another:

 

But the best I’ve ever seen is this one, where a woman married fat, had kids, and then — twenty years later — ended up looking sensational:

 

Just… wow.  Good for her — and good for her husband, who’s stuck by her through thick  and thin [sic].

About Damn Time

I was going to sound off about this Daylight Savings idiocy for the billionth time, but I see I’ll only  have to do it twice more, maybe — if the House gets off its ass:

The U.S. Senate on Tuesday passed legislation that would make daylight saving time permanent starting in 2023, ending the twice-annual changing of clocks in a move promoted by supporters advocating brighter afternoons and more economic activity.

The Senate approved the measure, called the Sunshine Protection Act, unanimously by voice vote. The House of Representatives, which has held a committee hearing on the matter, still must pass the bill before it can go to President Joe Biden to sign. The White House has not said whether Biden supports it.

Of all the stupid shit our government has ever done, the time-switching thing is unquestionably the most pointless.

What am I thinking?  Biden will probably veto it, just for spite.

Bypassing The Left

As GoFuckYourself (typo?) has suspended the Freedom Convoy’s fundraiser , I thought I’d point you all to a different funding source:  GiveSendGo, who have raised over a million in the past day or so for this most excellent cause.

If you can spare a few $$, head over there and donate.

Of course, the added site traffic is massive, and to add to the problems, Lefty bots have been active with DDOS attacks (the fuckers), but just persevere and you’ll get through, as I did.