Friday, April 24, 2026
The Scarlet Letter
Thursday, April 23, 2026
The Act is Getting Old
Not for nuthin’…. But…..
Wednesday, April 22, 2026
Gulp at the Gulf
Not for nothing.... But..... the MOAM is sitting here this Wednesday afternoon, , sipping my clove-and-turmeric tea, scratching my head over the latest fireworks in the Strait of Hormuz since I last weighed in on that mess.
Tuesday, April 21, 2026
Peace Talk
Not for nuthin'.... But.....
Monday, April 20, 2026
MOAM Marathon Monday
Not for nothing.... But..... the MOAM is just sitting here this Patriots' Day morning…. sipping my special coffee and thinking about all those runners lining up in Hopkinton right now for the Boston Marathon.
What a tradition,
huh? Oldest annual marathon in the world, been running strong since 1897, right
through the streets of our backyard. From the gun to the finish line on
Boylston, past the crowds hollering and the hills that will break your heart if
you are not ready. It is not just a race — it is Boston on its feet, every
third Monday in April, rain or shine, good times or tough ones.
And what motivates
them, the MOAM has to remark? It is not always the glory or the big check
for the elite pros. Nah. It is the everyday Peeps — the teachers, the vets, the
moms and dads, the ones chasing a personal best or running for a cause bigger
than themselves. It is pushing through the wall on Heartbreak Hill at mile 20,
hearing the cheers from strangers who know exactly what it takes. It is being
part of something that is bigger than one person, standing up to the miles and
saying, “I am still here.” Boston Strong is not just a slogan — it is in the
blood of every soul toeing that line today.
The MOAM is not a marathoner proud to have done it once, but
that is another story. When I ran, the
starting field was only 2,000 runners and women were not eligible to
compete. Can’t imagine the now with over
30,000 runners! But I have to tip my hat to every last one of
them. You got this, runners. Run like the city is watching, and proud of you…..because
we are.
Sunday, April 19, 2026
Opening the Strait
Not for nothing.... But..... the MOAM is sitting here sipping my Sunday morning coffee laced with clove, cinnamon and turmeric,.... and scratching my head over this whole mess in the Straits of Hormuz.
Peeps, the United States is facing one hell of a pickle if we have to pry that narrow little choke point back open for the oil tankers. First off, it's a shooting gallery down there. Iran's got speedboats swarming like hornets, anti-ship missiles lined up on the hills, drones buzzing around, and enough mines scattered in the water to make any Navy captain lose sleep. The strait is barely 21 miles wide at the skinny part, so our big fancy ships are sitting ducks in a bathtub.
Logistics? Forget it.
Clearing mines while dodging swarms of cheap Iranian junk is going to chew up time, ships, and good American lives. Then you have the politics—oil prices already spiking through the roof, allies acting squirrelly, and the risk of this thing blowing up into a bigger regional nightmare with Russia and China whispering in Iran's ear. The public back home is not exactly eager for another long haul in the sand, either.
But here's the MOAM's take....we'll get it done, because that's what we do when push comes to shove. The Navy has the tech, the grit, and the history of handling worse. It'll take some real-deal coalition work, some tough calls, and yeah, probably a few headlines we won't like. Eventually?
Mark my words—the strait reopens, the tankers start rolling through again, and Iran backs down once they realize we are not bluffing. It might take weeks or months, not days, and it will cost us, but America comes out on top like always. Strength wins. History says so.
MOAM out.
Sunday, January 11, 2026
Minnesota Moonbats
Is there something in the Minnesota water that transforms people into insufferable Moonbats??? …. Asking for a friend.