Sunday, March 22, 2026

And Finally...


...Spring 2026.
 

Very pretty, stylized version there thanks to the Farmer's Almanac.

Here's how it really looks 'round these parts now that we've finally arrived at the Vernal Equinox:


Not quite as impressive, hey?  Accent on dreary greys, dull greens and drab browns.

But could be a whole lotta worse...here's what it looks like in Michigan's Upper Peninsula today:


Say 'Ya' to da UP, eh?

Welcome, Spring.

woo hoo!

Some good news: Epic Fury has been a resounding success and is winding down now...


...no thanks to the moral reprobates on the left.

Our military objectives are being met, Iran's leadership, army, navy, air force and nuclear capabilities eliminated, and its stockpiles of missiles seriously degraded.

Yes, there has been some short term pain at the pump...


...about which the big blue Donkeys have been crowing, but that's about to be solved.

Final task is to ensure safe passage through the Strait of Hormuz...


...that strip of water through which 20% of the world's oil supply passes.

We don't use it in any significant way, but our allies do.

From our perspective they can fill it in with sand tomorrow and our energy needs will still be met.

Why?

Because under President Trump we are once again energy independent.

Our allies on the other hand, are not - they depend quite heavily on the safe passage of oil transports through the strait.

So you would think, when we solicited their help in clearing the area of Iranian attack vessels, mines and drones, they would be lining up to protect their own interests, wouldn't you?


You'd be wrong.

But then Trump rephrased the question:

How would you like it if once we've achieved our military objectives, we pull out completely...


...and let you handle all the mop up duties with the Strait of Hormuz?


The European helper bees have seen the light and are on their way.

Lord willing, we'll soon be moving forward with a better, safer, more prosperous Middle East.

Stay tuned.


Watched another collapse of a top tier golf pro, leading by 4 in the final round only to drift back into a tie for 5th place.

This time it was <Ludvig Aberg> (pronounced "Oh-berg"), 5 time winner and Swedish phenom, at The Players Championship in Ponte Vedra Beach, Florida.

In spite of his stumble, Mr. A appears destined for greatness, and is the owner of a minimalist but deceptively powerful swing.

It's aesthetically pleasing to watch and you can't help but think, "how simple!  I can do that!" and in truth, you can.

Well, sort of.

You can mimic his stance:


Erect posture, straight downward arm hang with hands close to the thighs.

His backswing:


High, behind the head with the club not even going parallel.

His downswing:


Smooth, fluid, quick with crisp hip rotation through ball impact.

And his finish:


Natural follow through with chest facing the target.

You just can't get his results.

Obviously.

But weep not for Mr. A and his 5th place finish; it may not have been a win, but it was A) a learning experience on his upward march to future success and B) worth $925,000 samoleans...


...which is about 14x the average annual income here in the states.

Not bad for 4 days of work.

Remember parents, Little Johnny may think he wants to be a football hero...


...but he'll be richer, live longer and still have a functioning body in his 30's and beyond...


...if he's a golfer instead.


If you're a local you probably know about WZZM 13's Weatherball.

It began life in 1967 on top of the Michigan National Bank in downtown Grand Rapids and remained there until 1987.

Taken down due to damage from high winds, it languished for years in a K'zoo scrapyard until 2003 when WZZM purchased it and renamed their resurrected version the "13 Weatherball".

So what is it, exactly?

A 16 foot diameter metal ball with 288 neon tubes sitting high atop a 100 ft pole at the intersection of routes 96 and 131.

How does it work?

Simple; the color tells you the abbreviated forecast:

Weather Ball red, warmer weather ahead.

Weather Ball green, no change foreseen.

Blinking bright, precip in sight.

And my personal favorite, Weather ball blue...


...time to 23 Skidoo:

ain't much, but there are a few hopeful signs that Spring is at least making an effort...

...new grass struggling along...

...future tiger lilies giving it a go...

...greens flags starting to pop up here and there...

...and perhaps most encouraging, management finally getting off its lazy butt to open Ryan's Hickory Golf Course for another season.



Ever notice how some folks just don't know when the party's over?


Well not us here at the AMC.

We're closing up shop and bolting the doors behind you right now.

As you go on and git, some truth from God's Word:

 9  Honor the LORD with thy substance, and with the firstfruits of all thine increase:

10  So shall thy barns be filled with plenty, and thy presses shall burst out with new wine.

    - Proverbs 3:9,10

later, mcm fans...



Saturday, March 14, 2026

We're On Leave This Week...

 
...and taking a little break from the war. 

Not a bad view, right?  Even if you're not a hickory golfer (my condolences)...


...you have to admit that's a glorious vista.

Where are we this week?

Lucky us, we're visiting the island of Maui and just about to tee off on the <Royal Ka’anapali Golf Course>  with nary a Shahed Drone nor F-35 Stealth jet in sight.

Should be a relaxing interlude before resuming the annihilation of the world's largest state sponsor of terror.

The Iranian regime, the Dems and their sycophants in the media may not approve, but guess what?


Enjoy your round.


I mentioned in passing Karen and I are on our annual spring diet...


...aka the Vernal Equinox Death March.

As usual the beginning isn't terrible, buoyed by enthusiasm for healthy eating habits and encouraged by the future vision of our summer bodies.

it's common practice to photograph successful dieters in silhouette to protect their identity from the envious masses (that's future me on the left)

And then there's the second day.

"What?" thinks I to myself in a sudden flash of belated insight.

"There are no donuts on this diet?

"No pastries, apple pie or yellow jellied kumquats?!"

Alas, grim reality crashed through the door of what passes for my consciousness and settled over me like a wet, heavy blanket.

man crushed by unkown weight

Or, yeah...maybe like that even.

It's then I arrived at the sinking realization there's nothing for it but to hunker down, grit one's teeth and do what I do best, think of myself endure.

If I may venture a helpful suggestion:

Run!  Save yourself!


It's too late for me...


By now it should be intuitively obvious to even the most casual observer we here at the AMC are alarmingly light on actual content today, so rather then prolong this living heck, let's 23 Skidoo:

that is one fat robin


Worst. Governor. Ever. (yes, even worse than Wretched Dimwitmer and that's saying something)


recent deluge, just before a day of 50mph winds


the only important thing here...


...is that they're comfortable (no idea who the unconscious carcass is)



If this is your first time visiting the Atomic Monster Cafe, our sincere apologies.

We're usually at least twice as entertaining and ever so witty, if we do say so ourselves...

...and we do, since someone needs to.

As for the rest of you...well, you've no one to blame but yourselves, do you?

It's like attending that big family get together...


...you know what you're in for but you go anyway.

Stop whining and learn to make better decisions.

On your way out the door, keep your hands where we can see them and please to consider some eternal truth from God's Word:

11  My son, despise not the chastening of the LORD; neither be weary of His correction:

12  For whom the LORD loveth he correcteth; even as a father the son in whom he delighteth.

    - Proverbs 3:11,12

later, mcm fans...


Saturday, March 7, 2026

Operation Epic Fury...


...rages on and Iran is toast.

I could list the overwhelming damage done to their army, air force, navy, weapons infrastructure and leadership, but it would take way too long.

Suffice to say they are defenseless and the end is near, but like the Japanese in WWII, they seem determined to fight to the death.

We're happy to accommodate, but there are 90 million Iranian citizens - who are doing <the Trump dance> in the streets, thanking both America and Israel for liberating them - 


- so we're pressing what's left of Iran's leadership for unconditional surrender instead of total annihilation.

Would be nice for those folks who have been living under oppression to have a country left that could leave the 7th century behind and join civilization.

In the next few days oil tankers - with US Navy escorts - will begin moving through the Strait of Hormuz again.


Since 20% of the world's oil flows through there, the world will breathe a sigh of relief, the stock markets will rebound, and no one will care what happens to the world's biggest state sponsor of terror.

And for the history illiterates and anti-semites among us (read: democrats)...


...who claim this is an unjust war against a nation that has done no harm, consider:

A summary of terrorist attacks and military actions against US Persons carried out by Iran and Iranian-backed terrorist groups since 1979 November 1979–January 1981: Iranian students, backed by the new revolutionary government in Tehran, seize the U.S. Embassy in Tehran and take 66 Americans hostage for 444 days, demanding the return of the deposed Shah for trial.
April 1983: A suicide car bombing at the U.S. Embassy in Beirut kills 63 people, including 17 Americans. The Iran-backed group Islamic Jihad (a precursor to Hezbollah) claims responsibility.
October 1983: Hezbollah operatives drive a truck bomb into the U.S. Marine barracks in Beirut, killing 241 U.S. service members (including 220 Marines) and wounding dozens more. This remains one of the deadliest attacks on U.S. forces in history and leads to the U.S. withdrawal from Lebanon.
December 1983: Hezbollah operatives bomb the U.S. Embassy in Kuwait City with an explosives-filled dump truck. No Americans are killed, but the attack targets U.S. interests in the region.
March 1984: Terrorists kidnap CIA Beirut station chief William Buckley, torturing him before killing him in 1985. Islamic Jihad claims responsibility.
December 1984: Hezbollah terrorists hijack Kuwait Airways Flight 221, divert it to Tehran, and kill two American USAID officials.
June 1985: Hezbollah hijacks TWA Flight 847 from Athens to Rome, killing a U.S. Navy diver and holding passengers hostage for 17 days.
July 1989: Hezbollah kills U.S. Marine Corps Col. William Higgins after kidnapping him in 1988 during a UN peacekeeping mission in Lebanon.
April 1995: An explosives-laden van attacks a bus near Kfar Darom in Gaza, killing one American. Palestinian Islamic Jihad claims responsibility.
August 1995: A Hamas suicide bomber detonates on a bus in Jerusalem's Ramat Eshkol, killing one American and wounding others.
February 1996: A Hamas suicide bomber attacks a Jerusalem bus, killing three Americans and wounding three more.
March 1996: A suicide bombing at Tel Aviv's Dizengoff Center wounds two Americans. Hamas and Palestinian Islamic Jihad both claim responsibility.
May 1996: Gunmen kill an American-Israeli dual citizen in the West Bank community of Beit El. Suspected links to Hamas or Palestinian Islamic Jihad.
June 1996: A truck bomb at Khobar Towers in Saudi Arabia kills 19 U.S. airmen and injures hundreds. Iran-backed Hezbollah al-Hijaz is responsible.
September 1997: Hamas suicide bombers attack Jerusalem's Ben Yehuda mall, killing one American-Israeli dual citizen and wounding seven other Americans.
August 1998: With Hezbollah assistance, al-Qaeda bombs U.S. Embassies in Kenya and Tanzania, killing 12 Americans among 224 total deaths.
August 2001: A Hamas suicide bomber attacks Sbarro pizzeria in Jerusalem, killing three Americans (including dual citizens).
September 11, 2001: Iran facilitates transit for al-Qaeda members, including some future 9/11 hijackers, into and out of Afghanistan.
January 2002: Gunmen from the Iran-backed al-Aqsa Martyrs' Brigade kill one American-Israeli dual citizen in the West Bank.
July 2002: A Hamas bomb at Hebrew University in Jerusalem kills five American students.
June 2003: A Hamas bus bombing in Jerusalem kills one American.
October 2003: Iran-backed Popular Resistance Committees bomb U.S. diplomatic personnel in Gaza, killing three.
2003–2011: Iranian-backed militias in Iraq kill at least 603 U.S. troops using explosives and other weapons.
August 2003: A Hamas bus bombing in Jerusalem kills five Americans.
August 2006: Hezbollah kills American-Israeli dual citizen Michael Levin, an IDF soldier, during the Second Lebanon War.
January 2007: IRGC-Quds Force operatives disguised as U.S. soldiers attack a U.S. facility in Karbala, Iraq, killing five U.S. soldiers.
July 2014: Hamas kills two Americans serving in the IDF during Operation Protective Edge in Gaza.
October 2015: Hamas drive-by shooting kills an American citizen and his wife in the West Bank.
December 2019: Kataib Hezbollah rockets kill one U.S. contractor and wound U.S. and Iraqi personnel at K1 base in Iraq.
January 2020: Iran launches ballistic missiles at Ain al-Asad airbase in Iraq, causing traumatic brain injuries to over 100 U.S. troops.
March 2020: Former FBI agent Robert Levinson, who disappeared in Iran in 2007, is believed to have died in Iranian custody.
September 2020: U.S. intelligence uncovers an Iranian plot to assassinate the U.S. Ambassador to South Africa.
February 2021: Iran-backed militia rocket in Erbil, Iraq, wounds one U.S. service member and four contractors.
July 2021: Iranian-backed militias launch rocket and drone attacks on U.S. forces in Iraq and Syria, wounding two U.S. service members.
September 2022: Iranian rocket attack kills an American citizen in Iraqi Kurdistan.
November 2022: An IRGC captain orchestrates the killing of an American citizen in Baghdad.
March 2023: Iranian drone strikes a U.S. base in Syria, killing one American contractor and wounding five service members and another contractor.
October 7, 2023: Hamas massacre in southern Israel kills at least 48 Americans and kidnaps 12.
December 2023: Iran-backed Iraqi militia drone attack in Erbil wounds three U.S. soldiers, one critically.
January 2024: Kataib Hezbollah drone kills three U.S. soldiers in Jordan and wounds over 40.
October 2024: Iran executes U.S. permanent resident Jamshid Sharmahd on terrorism charges.
October 2023–November 2024: Iran and proxies conduct over 180 attacks on U.S. forces in the Middle East, wounding more than 180 and killing three U.S. service members.
November 2024: U.S. charges an Iranian national and two Americans for plotting to assassinate President Trump.
March 2025: U.S. jury convicts two Iranian agents for plotting to assassinate Iranian-American journalist Masih Alinejad in New York (planned in 2022).
June 2025: Missile or drone attacks, likely by Iranian-backed militias, target at least three U.S. bases in Syria and two in Iraq. Iran, through direct action, and through backing other terrorist groups, is responsible for the deaths of thousands of Americans across hundreds of incidents over the last 46 years.

Iran has considered themselves at war with us ever since 1979.  Their demise is long overdue.

As the Captain's children sang in The Sound Of Music...


..."So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye..."

Don't forget "good riddance".


We went from winter to spring then back to winter for awhile.


Hoping to avoid the "starting from scratch" syndrome that seems to recur each season, this year I continued swinging my hickories outside.

Happy to report we've snuck in another little bit o' early spring weather, so you know what that means:


Outside whacking wiffle golf balls; but unlike our last warm weather interlude, this time I'm noticing improvement.

The reason?

Harry Vardon and his book, "The Gist Of Golf"; specifically the section on the grip.

In the past I skimmed this, because I already use the "Vardon Grip" (like almost every golfer today).

But this time as I read through it I noticed his comment about holding the club "firmly with the thumb and forefingers, but not like grim death" (love his expressions).

He noted how many golfers have needless callouses on their fingers / palms from gripping the club too tightly.

Turns out I'm one of 'em.

So the last few days I've worked on using a much lighter grip; no more "choking the cobra" as I wind up to strike a mighty blow!

Norman Rockwell's "The Golfer"

Not surprisingly - since Mr. V said as much - this has caused my swing to be smoother, more relaxed and rhythmic.

The result, at least with wiffles, is I'm hitting them farther and straighter.

There is no "secret sauce" when it come to golf; witness <Shane Lowry's collapse> on the last 3 holes of the recent Cognizant Classic.


Leading by 3 strokes, he splashed a couple of tee shots on 16 then 17, carding back to back double bogeys, ultimately losing by 2.

Lowry's an accomplished pro; 10 wins on the European and PGA tours including the British Open in 2019.

He's won nearly $60 million since turning pro in 2009 and was a member of Europe's winning Ryder Cup team in 2025.

It's a tough game and what's working for you early can desert you later, leaving you scratching your head and wondering, what the heck just happened?

And if that's what happens to the world's best, what chance does a schmuck like me have?

Thankfully my failures A) aren't broadcast live worldwide, and B) don't affect my income.

In my world what happens on the links stays on the links (until I splat it all over the AMC in an odd ritual of public confession).

My bottom line is I truly enjoy swinging my hickories.

Even on bad days it can be a little solitude, a little exercise and a pleasant stroll through the countryside.

On good days?

Well, on good days it's a tiny taste o' heaven.

And down here in Dufferville I'm finding that every little bit I learn from past masters about the hickory game seems to be helping by degrees.

We'll see what happens on the links a couple of months hence.


Someone recently asked me, "why do you act this way?"

I'll tell you the same thing I told them:

Never mind that, let's 23 Skidoo!

did you remember?

if only they were that much fun

saw this commercial recently that asks if I'm one of the "millions of people who suffer from an upset stomach after a big meal?"  her wide eyed solution:  buy Pepto Bismol!  A lower cost option with the added benefit of skipping the upset stomach:  don't eat so much.

not pretty, but that's 60 degrees in early March.  it doesn't always come in like a lion.

we actually are on our annual spring diet and unfortunately, it's nowhere near as much fun as that one would be



When I was a kid we lived in Texas in a small 2 bedroom tract house my folks purchased for $5,000.

Dad was an engineer at Thiokol, Mom was a homemaker.

We owned one car, a 1960 Ford Falcon.


I don't remember if it had seat belts; if it did, we never used them.

If there was a sudden stop, my mom's right arm whipped out and pinned me against my seat.

And old school air bag, I guess.

In those days I wore white T-shirts, jeans with the cuffs rolled up, and rode my bike to the William B Travis elementary school.

I used to buy a big red Charm Pop from a machine for a nickel which I enjoyed on my ride home in the afternoons.

My folks bowled in 2 different leagues - Dad carried a 200+ average back when that meant something -


- and were members of a country club.

Dad was a good golfer; not scratch, but better than bogey.

(In later years I realized I took after my mom.)

I learned to swim in the country club's pool, taking lessons from a teenage girl my folks hired to teach me.

Mostly what I remember about that is how cold the water was.

After that I was allowed - expected, really - to swim whenever we had the chance, shallow end or deep, my choice.

There was an empty stretch of undeveloped land across the street from us in which I played and explored.

One day I was down by the road when I spotted a big longhorn steer trotting free in that field.

It stopped and looked at me, lowered its head and pawed the ground.


There was nothing between us but a narrow blacktop road and a mailbox.

Scared, I stood still and waited.

Mr. Longhorn snorted a couple of times, then dismissed me as irrelevant and resumed his afternoon ramble.

Another day I came home from an adventure and told my folks I had found some pretty worms.

"Show me," my dad instructed, so off we went to the site of my discovery.

He had me stand behind him, found a long stick and used that to gingerly raise the rock to which I pointed.

"There!" I said as he uncovered the nest of baby Timber rattlesnakes.


He quickly let the rock drop, picked me up and hustled us back home.

Once there I received a strong admonition to never do that again.

I never did, but have often reminisced about those days growing up in the southland.

Car trips without seatbelts, riding my bike everywhere - sans helmet and pads - exploring by myself, out of sight and earshot, swimming in the deep end while Mom, unconcerned, chatted with her friends under umbrellas.

My parents weren't careless, they were products of their times - survivors of the Depression, veterans of war, proud participants in America's Golden Age when children were cared for but not coddled, and ambition was praised, not pilloried.

And though they were not especially religious, yet they had help in their task of child rearing:


14  Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?

    - Hebrews 1:14


10  Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven.

    - Matthew 18:10

later, mcm fans...