Fanta Se plans to irrigate its golf courses with drinking water. Apparently Bonterra hasn’t been able to supply enough organic Chardonnay.
Recycling is the new golf
Fanta Se plans to irrigate its golf courses with drinking water. Apparently Bonterra hasn’t been able to supply enough organic Chardonnay.
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A good walk spoiled… Waste of water, waste of space, waste of time.
Golf in a f—king desert. Ice hockey in Lost Wages. Drive-thru everything. It’s like the Great American Pastime is the wasting of precious resources. And now Fat Nixon’s gonna have his tanks and fighter planes on July 4th in DeeCee? Gawd help us all!
I can’t wait to see those brand-new Sherman tanks. I hear Moriarty and Oddball have souped up them dudes.
Question is this: will we pay to train a battalion of GIs to goose-step for the occasion?
great movie.
Congress should pay attention to which way those tank cannon are pointed. I’d like to see what the streets looks like after the tanks go by. Don’t worry, another supplemental appropriation will pay for it. Put it on the credit card just like the tax cut.
It’s only money (someone else’s money). And the cleanup crews are gonna get stiffed, so guess who’s gonna wind up with another pocket full of someone else’s money?
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I saw that in the New Mexican this morning and it got my attention. I wonder if the city will charge itself the same progressive fees it charges we mere street rabble.
So we get golf in a desert, ice hockey in June (and in Las Vegas), drive through everything, ever bigger SUVs, and more junk shipped from China and loaded onto ever present delivery trucks. Sure does sound like a Green New Deal, doesn’t it? The only thing green is the greenbacks changing hands.
If there is a future sentient civilization after we have committed mass suicide, they will study this little bitty time line from about 1950-2150 and examine what caused the mass extinction at the end of the Anthropocene. I hope those coral bands survive to record the relevant conditions. Or, that someone writes an epitaph to humanity saying “good luck, future civilizations. We drowned in our own shit”
Meanwhile, the Duke City is trying to find ways to get The Youngs away from their screens and involved in this alleged sport, which is liable to require a socialistical general-fund subsidy to cover basic operating costs.
Hey, what about e-carts? Oh, yeah, right … never mind.
Why should the taxpayers subsidize GOLF for Pietro’s sake? Especially when the game is played Trump-style with the lazy slobs waddling a few steps after climbing out of the cart to hit the ball?
My father played the game for the exercise – when he couldn’t find anyone to play without a f–king cart, he gave it up and turned to walking around the edges of the course collecting the balls lost by hackers too lazy to look for ’em.
They even have robot caddies now. So I guess the next “Caddyshack” will include elements of “Blade Runner.” Harrison Ford plays an aging Blade Runner who’s gone senile and is “retiring” skinjob caddies, while groundskeeper Bill Murray goes toe to toe with an android gopher.
Lunacy.
Send those golfers up here. We not only have lots of water but I’ve got six golf courses within five minutes of me humble cottage. And they be hurtin for certain for revenue. They almost pay you to play just so they can maybe sell you some booze at the turn. I confess to enjoying a wee bit of brassie and spoonie, mashie and niblick meself. Yet I fully realize not many pastimes epitomize classism, cause more water and air pollution, and let’s not even talk about the massive waste of corporate sponsorships. Last time I played I pissed off my conservative buddy by addressing every ball I was about to whack with “God I wish you were Trumps nuts”. I must say it was rather cathartic.
I will confess to committing golf in my youth. Both parents played, and they thought we kids should too. So we took lessons, and slogged around various courses without distinguishing ourselves, and drifted away to other pasatiempos as soon as the folks took their eyes off the ball, as it were.
I preferred miniature golf, because it was more fun on drugs.
You may be onto something with the ball-whacking there, Hoss. How’bout a fundraiser for the Donks, if they ever settle on a candidate? Driving range, orange balls, some reasonable amount per clout, you get the idea. “Drive Trump’s Nuts Out of Here!”
Back in my littlehood, we lived quite a ways out in the sticks in a farm/working class neighborhood. I always thought it was “white flight” on the part of my parents but the old man told me a few years ago “didn’t I ever tell you my granddad had started a chicken farm up the street from where we bought the house in Alden?” So a good part of it was getting back to the roots of country living, hunting, fishing, etc.
The idea of going to a country club was not on anyone’s radar. But we kids set up our own little course on the Kratzat’s yard since they had a 2 acre lot rather than the 1.5 acre lots the rest of us were suffering to endure. Charles “Buddy” Kratzat was a little older than the rest of us, including his kid brother Bobby, so he was in charge of designing the course. We used the empty plastic kids golf balls to save ourselves a bit of corporal punishment should a real golf ball go through a window.
Kratzat Links shared space with Kratzat Field, where we also gathered for softball. Being the sixties, there was a wealth of baby boomer kids in grade school to make up teams. Was a real version of Peanuts, without the black kid. My most vivid memory of Kratzat Field was when my kid brother, running to catch a fly ball, fell into a newly excavated hole where the Kratzats were installing a new septic tank. He still has the scar on his forehead from those stitches.
Ahh, kidhood….
“What’s it gonna take to put you in this Brand New Sherman tank today?”
Those “Zippos” are vintage equipment so parts are hard to find and many spares are repainted to cover the blood spatter. I would personally not go with anything older than an M1 Abrams.
Yugoslavia had a shit-ton of them back in the Seventies. That’s one of the reasons why “Kelly’s Heroes” was shot there.
Yugoslavia has since gone out of business, however, and it’s uncertain what happened to their inventory.
Did the Yugoslavs get them from the Russkis? I think we shipped a lot of them over to the Red army via the Murmansk run. Why they would want M-4’s rather than T-34’s is a good question.
They apparently had a bunch of T-34s, too. They had been modified for another movie, “The Battle of Neretva,” and portrayed Tiger tanks in “Kelly’s Heroes,” according to IMDB.
Heh. Having T-34s play Tigers would be like having me play Bruce Smith.https://www.buffalobills.com/video/bills-focus-bruce-smith-hall-of-fame-preview-597899
Not sure you read this kind of stuff, but this was a great read for a dollar. Found it at a used book store.