A Song for HoHo to Sing to the Deaniacs

I’m Sorry

Artists: The Platters (peak Billboard position # 11 in 1957)
Words and Music by Buck Ram, Peter Tinturin, and William White

I’m sorry for the things I’ve done
I know that I’m the foolish one
Now that I see who’s to blame
I’m so ashamed, I’m sorry

I’m sorry for the things I’ve said
Just like a child I lost my head
I should have known from the start
I’d break your heart, I’m sorry

Please be kind and I know you’ll find
It’s so easy to forgive
Darling, wait for it’s not too late
Give our love a chance to live

I know the heartaches you’ve been through
I know for I’ve had heartaches, too
There’s nothing more I can do
But say to you “I’m sorry”the heartaches you’ve been through
I know for I’ve had heartaches, too
There’s nothing more I can do
But say to you----“I’m sorry?

No Permission Slips

Here's some commentary about the State of the Union from the Patio Pundit

Dean Get Walloped

Could any of you have predicted how badly he would do?

Another Musical Blogger

I've read his stuff before, but I just stumbled across the 9/11 musical tribute written by The Friendly Ghost. His blogging is often more thoughtful than mine, but just like me, he seems to enjoy using lyrics to express moods. Check it out! Start with the link Introduction to Remembrance on September 7, 2003.

Where Are They Now?

I'm wondering if any of my blog friends out there in the world ever run into our Young Republican National Federation buddies Larry Kidwell from Atlanta and/or Nick Walters from Mississippi.

Golfing Presidents

Since I'm in a golfing mood, and it's Wictory Wednesday, I thought I might remind you about our Presidents' associations with golf. You probably know that President George W. Bush's great-grandfather, George H. Walker, was the President of the U.S. Golf Association, and founder of the biennial Walker Cup competition between the USA and Great Britain. While still Governor, Dubya inspired the Americans on to victory in the 1999 Ryder Cup competition with his stirring rendition of the letter Colonel William Barret Travis wrote from the Alamo.

"I have sustained a continual bombardment and cannonade for 24 hours and have not lost a man. The enemy has demanded a surrender at discretion . . . I have answered the demand with a cannon shot and our flag still waves proudly from the walls. I shall never surrender or retreat. . . Victory or death."

As he left the room and with Tiger Woods, David Duval and Tom Lehman in a state of patriotic fever, Bush added his own postscript.

"America is pulling for you," he told them. "You can win tomorrow - and you're gonna win tomorrow."

And nothing needs to be said about President Mulligan.


On one of our many trips to the AT&T golf tournament, my friend Susan, her mother and I followed former President George H. W. Bush for a few holes. As he was about to tee off on #2, some in the crowd weren't quiet enough and Barbara very effectively gave them the "irish eyeball"*. This effectively shushed a crowd of about 400 people. Later we were standing about 25 feet away from the crest of a hill where President Bush's ball went in the rough. He strode up the hill with a happy expectant look on his face, and when he saw where the ball had landed he looked crestfallen and said "Oh Heck". I am not making this up, he really did say heck.


So all you golfers, pitch in to help the President get re-elected. It's Wictory Wednesday, every Wednesday, I ask my readers to volunteer and/or donate to the Bush 2004 campaign.

If you're a blogger, you can join Wictory Wednesdays simply by putting up a post like this one every Wednesday, asking your readers to volunteer and/or donate to the Bush campaign. And do e-mail the polipundit so that he can add you to the Wictory Wednesday blogroll, which will be part of the Wictory Wednesday post on all participating blogs:






*If you don't know how to give the "irish eyeball" you should learn (it helps to be irish) You stare at a person, and focus your thoughts on how completely inappropriate their behavior is. Sometimes Stacey and I can get people to apologize for their badness from a distance of 50 or 100 feet away. It's mighty powerful. ;^D

Room For Rent

Every year my buddies and I rent a house for the week (Feb 2-8, 2004) to attend the AT&T tournament in Pebble Beach. We just found out that one of our partners is not going to be able to attend, so we have a room we'd like to rent out. The town is completely sold out - so if you know a nice non-smoker who's trying to find a place to stay, send them my way.

Tiger Skipping the AT&T

I'm very sad to say that the Philadelphia Enquireris reporting:

TIGER AND PEBBLE:@ Tiger Woods has had some of his greatest moments at Pebble Beach. He came from seven shots behind with seven holes to go to win the 2000 Pebble Beach National Pro-Am, and later that summer won the U.S. Open by a record 15 shots with the lowest score ever in relation to par at a U.S. Open (12 under).

But it could be a while before he returns.

Woods said he was skipping the AT&T for the second straight year because of the bumpy, poa annua greens in early February.

"You walk off the golf course saying you can never make a 1-foot putt," he said.

Woods says his confidence on the greens is shot for weeks after Pebble Beach. Instead, he will take a four-week break after this week and return at the Buick Invitational at Torrey Pines, where he is the defending champion.

Woods also is expected to play the Nissan Open and Accenture Match Play Championship.

Asked if he would ever return to the AT&T Pro-Am, Woods replied, "That depends on the greens."

and here's another golf song

Double Bogey Blues

It's early Sunday morning, the sun is coming up
I'm on the tee at seven, I'm here to try my luck
They say this games a tough one, but I'll give it my best shot
Cuz the bunkers look like beaches and the greens like parking lots

Oh lord....what I'm I gonna do, Help me keep my head down
And save me from these double bogey blues

First I pull out my driver, check my stance and grip
I'm trying to remember every Nicklous tip
Strighten that left elbow, slightly bend your knees
Keep that ball behind you, and look out for those trees

Oh lord....what club should I use, I'm lost out in the forrest
Save me from those double bogey blues

Lead break

Well I started out with three balls, now two of them are lost
Got two hundred yards of water that I gotta get across
Did I hear somebody talking about a Forty dollar bet
I got Thirty in my pocket, but I won't let em' see me sweat

Oh Lord....the next Bud's for you, help me with this three wood
Save me from those double bogey blues

Well I'm on the eighteenth and seven, my knees began to shake
I'm praying I can one putt, try to save an eight
It's a forty dollar nassa, if I sink this I'm in lock
I'll be sitting in the club house, sippin' bourbon on the rocks

Oh Lord....what am I gonna do, Help me keep my head down
Save me from these double bogey blues

Oh oh oh Lord....I can't afford to lose, I'll be in church next Sunday
Just save me from those double Bogey B L U E S________________

Golf Golden Oldie

I'm repeating a story I had in September, but I'm in a golf mood. Blogging, interwoven with on-line shopping for some snappy clothes to wear while I'm in Pebble Beach for the AT&T Pro-Am in three weeks. I hope Tiger will be in the house! ;^D

I was surfing around and came accross this post from John Ellis. I happened to be sitting on the 18th fairway watching Tiger when this happened (although I was clueless) and thank you SBC for the tickets!

"Friday, August 01, 2003
Posted 10:28 AM by John Ellis
A Golf Story

A friend of mine relates the following story. He swears that it is a true story and I believe him. It goes like this:

At the US Open at Pebble Beach in 2000, Tiger Woods pull-hooked a driver off the 18th tee into the Pacific Ocean. There followed a burst of profanity, for which Mr. Woods was later fined. That's the part of the story everyone remembers.

The part that followed, however, is astonishing. Picture the scene. Woods is standing there on 18 tee. His tee shot rests on the ocean floor. His caddy, Steve Williams, hands him a reload. As he does, he suggests that Tiger hit his two-iron. Tiger says no, he'll stripe the driver, knock it on the green in two, two putt and make the bogey 6. Williams says: "I really think you should hit the two-iron." Tiger says no, the driver is fine. Williams says: "I really, really think you should hit the two-iron." Tiger dismisses him, stripes the driver down the center of the fairway, knocks it on the green in two, two putts, makes his six.

And so the matter died, until a couple of weeks later, when Williams reminded Woods of their debate. "What was that all about?" asked Woods. "It was your last ball," responded Williams.

Incredible as it may seem, Woods only had two balls in his bag that day. Had he hit the reload into the sea, he would have been disqualified from the US Open, a tournament he ended up winning by 15 strokes."


There aren't that many golf songs, but I know a few.


My Heart Belongs To Daddy
by Cole Porter

While tearing off a game of golf
I might make a play for the caddy
But when I do, I don't follow through
Cause my heart belongs to Daddy

If I invite a boy some night
To dine on my fine food and haddie
I just adore, his asking for more
But my heart belongs to Daddy

Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
So I simply couldn't be bad
Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, DAAAAD

So I want to warn you laddie
Though I know that you're perfectly swell
That my heart belongs to Daddy
Cause my Daddy, he treats it so well

Some Thoughts About Illegal Immigration

All my conservative friends are up in arms about the President's immigration proposal. I admit that illegal immigration is not a very important topic to me. I live in Sacramento, not San Diego, and most of my interaction with illegals is positive. My gardeners, the janitors at work, the workers at the fabulous mexican restaurant in the neighborhood, the father and son who installed my totally fabulous 600 sq foot brick patio. I bet everyone in our state has some kind of contact with illegals, and some of it is positive. But I can understand how those who live in Southern Cal, Arizona, etc. might feel differently.

I'd like to have a discussion - want to join me? I think most of the ideas I hear from the anti-illegals are impractical and here's why.

1. Deportation - There are 8 to 12 million illegals and each and every one of them has friends/clients/contacts who are citizens. My gardeners, for example, work on approximately 100 homes per week. If they were under threat of deportation, they certainly could get some citizens to speak on their behalf. If each illegal had 5 people who would speak for them, that would be 50 million Americans protesting the government's action. No sensible politician would risk fighting with 50 million people. Congressman Tancredo can gain positive attention from his base while it's all theoretical, but if his solutions were implemented, he'd be in a world of hurt.

2. Military Guarding the Border - Don't we ask enough of our military already? Are there thousands of soldiers and guardsman who are twiddling their thumbs waiting for the government to think of something for them to do? If part of their assignment was to guard the border, and shoot someone trying to illegally cross, would we have more people enlisting? Or would some, who currently serve with honor, decide not to enlist because that type of assignment is unappealing to them?

3. Americans Are Lazy - When the middle and upper middle class complain that welfare recipients should do this work instead, they demean the hard work that some illegals do. Every American grew up in a prosperous society, even those of us who are poor. It's unreasonable for me to say that it's OK for me to be lazy, but not for you. If my Dad had wanted a brick patio, he would have put it in himself. If my Mom wanted her house to be clean, she'd clean it herself. They would have been appalled at how willing I am to pay someone to do work that I could do myself. People who grew up working hard are willing to work hard when they get to America and I'm glad, 'cuz I still don't want to mow my own lawn. How much money would you have if you lived a frugal life? I say, don't judge me and I'll try not to judge you. (unless you do something truly heinous, of course.)

4. If we give them a permit, they'll never go home - A guest worker visa might solve some of the overburdening on schools and hospitals. When it's cold and yicky here, I would be happy to go to Mexico for a month or three, if I had somewhere to stay. If my sister lived in Oaxaca, I'd be there right now. Relieved of the worry about how they'd got back in to the USA, I think a good percentage of illegals would take extended vacations back home, and while they're gone, they won't be using American government services. Wouldn't that be good?

5. Increase Our Tax Base - A portion of the underground economy would evaporate. Why would any illegal work under the table, if that wouldn't qualify them for a guest worker visa? We'd add some revenue to our tax coffers, and there would be slightly less pressure to tax the rich.

What do you think? Please discuss, don't insult.

Conventioneering

Is anyone interested in getting together during the upcoming CRP Convention in Burlingame -- Feb 20-22, 2004? It is being held at the San Francisco Airport Hyatt Regency. First convention post recall. Just 2 weeks before primary election day. The grapevine says that Arnold will be the guest speaker at the Friday banquet. There could be a debate or forum with the U.S. Senate candidates. Lots of good Irish Bars in Burlingame. Good times had by all.