Sunday, August 24, 2014

Golf, The Optics Maureen Dowd Hits One Out Of The Park

I have more than once in the past cited my admiration of those in the Democratic party who were in my mind true Americans, those who loved their country everything else be damned! One that always comes to mind is Patrick Moynihan and his "dumbing down of America" comment, certainly something that is against any liberal mantra in today's world. And while I am admittedly conservative to say the least, I have stated here more than once that I try in all good conscience to listen to both sides and I hope I am open enough to changed my mind if presented with and convinced by the facts.

Having said that, I also freely admit that I happily savage those in the press who  allow blind ideology to get in the way of true journalism or in fact use their positions to march in lock step with the corrupt politicians on both sides of the aisle.

But seeing as I am willing to savage people for what I see as moronic statements or worse, I must also be honest with myself and cite those on the other side when they are correct or in fact step out of their self perceived roles as cheerleaders for an administration. Such is the case with Maureen Dowd today. She wrote a fabulous piece, a take off on the Gettysburg Address, but one which I only wish I coukld have come up with.

From Newsbusters:

"FORE! Score? And seven trillion rounds ago, our forecaddies brought forth on this continent a new playground, conceived by Robert Trent Jones, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal when it comes to spending as much time on the links as possible — even when it seems totally inappropriate, like moments after making a solemn statement condemning the grisly murder of a 40-year-old American journalist beheaded by ISIL.

…Now we are engaged in a great civil divide in Ferguson, which does not even have a golf course, and that’s why I had a “logistical” issue with going there. We are testing whether that community, or any community so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure when the nation’s leader wants nothing more than to sink a birdie putt.

…But, in a larger sense, we can dedicate, we can consecrate, we can hallow this ground where I can get away from my wife, my mother-in-law, Uncle Joe, Congress and all the other hazards in my life.

The brave foursomes, living and dead, who struggled here in the sand, in the trees, in the water, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or subtract a few strokes to improve our score. Bill Clinton was Mr. Mulligan, and he is twice as popular as I am.

The world will little note, nor long remember, what we shot here, or why I haven’t invited a bunch of tiresome congressmen to tee it up. I’m trying to relax, guys. So I’d much rather stay in the bunker with my usual bros.

…We here highly resolve that these golfing greats shall not have competed in vain, especially poor Tiger, and that this nation, under par, shall have a new birth of freedom to play the game that I have become unnaturally obsessed with, and that golf of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth.

So help me Golf.

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