The Schloss-Blog has noticed few things about driving in Arizona, about Peter Navarro, just convicted of ignoring a congressional subpoena, and about the U.S. Ryder Cup team.
The oversized, gas-eating pickup truck, also known as the state car of Arizona, is all over the roads. So are its drivers, who think they own said roads.
They regularly speed. By a lot. Signal turns and lane changes? Hah!
Cut you off? Every chance they get. Parking spot hogs? They park nose in on an angle.
Across two spots.
And when one of them parks alongside you, good luck opening your door.
However, do the speed limit or even 5 over in front of them and they let you know with a tailgate or a flash of their brights.
And when they do slow down and you go to pass them ... uh uh ... not allowed. They'll wake up, speed up and block your lane change.
Otherwise, they're cool.
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Got a kick out of watching Peter Navarro in front of the D.C, courthouse, griping and groaning about his arrest, his prosecution and his subsequent conviction.
This verdict was known in advance, he declared to a gaggle of reporters.
Well, yeah, Peter.
You were summoned by Congress to testify before a committee investigating the Jan. 6 insurrection.
You didn't come. You blew it off,
That's a crime. Of which you are now guilty. You also offered no defense, no documents, and your claim of executive privilege was not substantiated by Donald Trump, so the judge denied your opportunity to use that as a defense.
You say you don't have the money to appeal it, but you will. You say you'll die in prison. Maybe.
You say they put you in wrist and leg irons when you were initially arrested on this charge.
Actually, you were offered a chance to call an attorney. Instead, you wanted to call a reporter.
As to leg irons, it's not clear what happened or when. You probably should've had some on your mouth.
You will lose your appeal. You'll look good in prison. You'll still be claiming executive privilege.
Well. you have privilege to claim that. But you don't have it.
The slogan of those in Trump's orbit: Keep lying, even after you've been convicted.
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Hey golfers (looking at you, Joe Catanzaro).
Am I the only one who has a problem with the U.S. Ryder Cup team?
It's a solid team, make no mistake.
But I am having trouble digesting two picks: Brooks Koepka selected from the LIV tour ("I hate LIV," says Rory McElroy) and Justin Thomas from, well, nowhere near the qualifying criteria.
Thomas, a great golfer, without a doubt, did not qualify for the Fed Ex Cup final three tournaments, being outside the 70-man field.
Me, instead of Koepka and Thomas, I would've selected Keegan Bradley, the veteran who had a great year, and Cam Young, the second-year pro who is a contender, week-in, week-out on tour.
I'm with McElroy, I hate LIV. Never watch it. Don't follow it.
I like Thomas, but he just didn't play well enough this year.
Saudi Arabia's Public Investment fund underwrites the LIV tour. When they start financing the Ryder Cup, it's time to re-examine everything.
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Good night, Mrs. Calabash. Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson.
More Sunday night on my Radio Free Phoenix rock 'n' roll show.
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