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Being that I was a history major… I love President’s Day. I always try to reflect on who were our greatest presidents and give out a shout to our two worst presidents of all-time.

The two worst are easy. MAGA’s own doo-doo head Donald Trump is the worst ever and Andrew Johnson falls in next to worst on my list.

Top five is tougher….so this year I’m going seven deep on my Top Seven.

1 Abraham Lincoln

2 FDR

3 Teddy Roosevelt

4 Harry Truman

5 George Washington

6 Dwight D Eisenhower

7 Thomas Jefferson

On the bubble… my favorite darkhorse POTUS of all-tme, James Polk. A one termer. Did exactly what he said he would do in his one term and then said, “See ya.” Imagine that in 2023.

Truman…though lacking a collge degree because he had to stay home and save his father’s farm in Grandview, MIssouri, then serve in WWI in which he became a war hero… Truman was a prodgious reader. Not quite on a sacle with Lincoln, FDR and Teddy, but still a great mind which belied the exterior facade.

Our greatest reading POTUS of all-time was Teddy who clicked off at a book a day pace.

Harry Truman almost served eight yeays in the White House and actually tried to get Dwight D Eisenhower to succeed as a Democrat. But alas…Eisenhower smewhat diminished his own presidential legacy when he ran as a Republican and shamed himself by allowin Richrd Nixon to be his Vice-President.

For a great read on Truman…I would suggest Truman by David McCullough.

Next up this week on my modest blog will be my Black History Person of the Year circa 2023.

By far the best ad of the night for me. Not better that Al Pacino’s iconic speech from On Any Given Sunday where Pacino is staring into his future quarterback’s eyes before taking the job with the new NFL expansion team.

Serena should have asked to have Jamie Foxx in the commercial with her. That would have truly been lit. But still, this was the ad I enjoyed the most.

Great game to watch as an NFL fan. Both QB’s were excellent. I think it ended like we all thought it would. Last team with the ball with more that forty seconds would win the game.

Mr. Pacino….bravo!

What a great night in LA for our Greatest of All-Time. Just a beatiful night as LeBron got the thirty-six points he needed in three quarters of play aginst the Thunder.

The Thunder put on a nice show for the ESPN audience.

Russell… bless his heart. Some of those passes were clasic which missed LeBron by twenty yards, but, nah… Bad Little Dude is Sam Presti’s till the very end.

Bless both of their hearts.

From the moment Russ was traded to the Lakers its been a Greek tragedy of sorts. It just goes to show Sam Presti could have brought LeBron and Anthony Davis on board in 2016 and the Thunder still would have been a first round exit.

I haaven’t done my NBA Pantheon Top Ten for two years…so I think now is the time for LeBron to dudge past Michael as my official GOAT.

MIke’s Pantheon Top Fifteen

1 LeBron

2 Michael

3 Kareem

4 Bill Russell

5 Hakeem

6 Wilt

7 Kobe

8 Shaq

9 Timmy

10 Magic

11 Isiah

12 Bird

13 Steph (need to show me more)

14 DWade

15 Dirk

KD….you’re No. 17 on my list.

Have a great Super Bowl!

Very dank and dark out here at the Deer Creek Ranch. Cold drizzle almost trrning to snow. This where I really miss Pauli. I jst went out and fed the wild turkeys and deer along the forest-line peremiter.

This is where Pauli would have the unwound energy of White Fang looking for ‘our’ mountain lion.

I mean….Big Moe/Big Mona is doing his/her best to fill the void. But there’s only one Pauli.

I gotta go. I’m not supposed to be the forest-line just yet.

Peace.

Mike’s pleasant thought of the day.

Q: What do you have when you dress up a fat stupid ugly pig with a fur coat and lipstick?

A: You have a fat stupid ugly pig wearing lipstick and a fur coat of some type drawing attention to herself as the new version of Rush Limbaugh in drag.

That’s it for me today. Hugs and kisses. I’m feeling sttronger everyday.

Peace.

Steph didn’t even play. Andrew Wiggins was still off, but none of that even remotely mattered as the home version of the Warriors easily put away the over-hyped uber-soft Thunder by a 141-114 count n San Fran on Tuesday night.

Klay is my favorite player in the NBA. Steph is a pretty boy, but Klay is my guy. A true five skill, two-way basketball player like there used to be in the old days of the NBA.

I guess Thunder make believe head coach Markey M. felt like taking the Mr. Rodgers approach to defending Klay was actually better than you know putting a man in Klay’s grill….and, somewhat defend the NBA’s premier clutch shooter for the past decade.

Sigh.

Kenrich was the lone bright spot for the soon to be tanking Thunder and their clueless fanbase. Proud Boy is, Proud Boys do. I’ not sure about the syntax there, but Ithink you get the drift of wht I’m writing.

The tank will begin to commence soon, maybe tonight in front of the free world on the same night as Joe Biden’s 2nd State of the Union address.

I didn’t die this past week and I’m feeling stronger every day and getting back into blogging shape.

The hapless Thunder visit LeBron tonight as the Goat should break Kareem’s career scoring mark.

So for the second night in a row I’ll be watching the Thunder’s opponent because I’m a serious NBA fan who’s pretty much made his feelings clear in regards to Sam Presti.

Big Moe/Big Mona forever.

Let’s Go, LeBron!

It’s time to get with it on the Dub Nation Oklahoma Report. We’re not that far away from the NBA trade deadline and remarkably ‘our Warriors’ at 26-24 are in the No. 5 seeding postion in this season’s topsy tury Western Conference.

My hot takes after last night are twofold…1 the Warriors with last night’s road win improved to a woeful 6-19 road record fifty games into the regular season.

And 2, without both Gary Payton Jr. and Otto Porter it is imperative Moses Moody step up off the bench and give Steve Kerr 12-14 quality minutes a game these last 32 games of the regular season

Johnny Kuminga has been fine off the bench as has been Dante D. Johnny K is as star about to happen.

WINNING….IT NEVER GETS OLD. Let’s go boys….the basketball gods are waiting for you to step thru the door.

But James Wiseman has been an absolute bust so far.

I might actually feature Johnny Kuminga next Monday after the Warriors dough pop the Thunder in San Francisco.

These are the two things GM Bobby Myer and Steve must fix if America’s Team is going to defend its title in the 2023 NBA Finals.

The West is wide open. The Sacramento Kings are currently the No. 3 seed.

I’d persnally love to see Bobby Myer make some kind of deal at the deadline which makes Kenrich Williams a Warrior. Kenrich would be the perfect fit for this Warrior team needs. Presti and his coach don’t care about winning…so why not.

That’s it for me tonight as it’s take some time to work my myself back into championship blogging form.

OU hosting the Aggies tomorrow night in Bedlam. Should be a great game.

Peace.

A good showing of Warriors fans tonight at Pay.com Arena. Lot of Warriors’ blue rising in inison as the four-time defending NBA champs crusied to a 21 point first half lead before finally dousing the Thunder hopes with a…. yawn….. 128-120 road victory.

Road wins have been tough this season for the Warrirs ever since Draymond dropped Jordan Poole with a pre-seson right cross which knocked the cocky guard off his feet. Prolly not the best team building gesture if you know what I mean.

You know, what can you really say….it is what it is with the Thunder as far as what their realisttic goals can ever be with this franchise playing in a major league substandard city.

I’ll get back here later in the week with my second Dub Nation Oklahoma Report given we know have a clearer pictue of the crazy Western Conference sandings.

In closing for tonight though, like Michelle Obama I’d like to close out high on a positive.

If you live in or around the Olahoma City area start giving your friends and relatives books as gifts instead of fat produing food types.

Maybe, just maybe, if OKC can elevate the area reading leval for adults to the fifth grade level that would be a start in becomong a real major league city.

Peace.

I haven’t posted on my undergpound blog since Election Day.

I would say I needed a break for my own emotional well being. It’s been a tough eight months for me. Not feeling sorry for myself…it’s just been a tough eight months on Mike’s Winter of Discontent Tour.

Probably the toughest thing was the loss of my soulmate Pauli black lab…who succombed to cancer in late September. In losing Pauli– it’s as if I lost myself in the subsequent months which have followed.

Then I got Covid a second time following a Thanksgiving week in Denver. I lost another eight pounds and am now wegighing in at 172 pounds with a heomoglobin count which is still below the standard to get my knee replaced.

But I’m not feeling sorry for myself because I genuinely feel as if this is what the Journey of Life is all about you know, picking yourself up when you get knocked down,

My weight? Holy shit! in January of 2022 … I weighed 248 pounds….by far the most in my life. Today I’m weighing in at 172 pounds. Fuck yeah! I may die because of this weight loss… but if it comes to that at least I’ll know I didn’t die like that Big, Fat, Stupid, Clueless Rush Limbaugh.

I’M A JOHN MARSHALL BEAR again!!!!

At least there’s that.

Aren’t we all as Americans so proud of our new MAGA/GOP House of Represenatives? It’s like watching CSpan in Russia or North Korea with the likes of Matt Gaetz and Marjorie Taylor Greene running the party of Lincoln and Teddy Roosevelt.

My wife says I can’t have another dog until my right knee is replaced. I get it. I’m not bitching about it. That fair.

I adopted a big stuffed caramel dog of some species and named it Big Moe/Big Mona after one of my favorite posters on my rogue ice hockey blog back when I was rightfully terorizing a certain clique of Edmond, Oklahoma youth hockey mothers who should have been dosued in diesel and set on fire.

I actually like being retired as well. I’ve probably read around seventy books during the past seven to eight months. Quite frankly…I feel like my reading list will more impressive than that of Bill Gates this year.

Another silver lining posiive to go along with the weight loss.

I hope I’m not being too vague or ambiguous about what I truly feel about the Big Dittohead and his followers. I just wanted at d that ebfore isign off ob here today.

As far as the NFL Championship games this week-end….My heart is with Joe Burrow and Jalen Hurts.

And I’ve always been a heart guy.

Have a beautiful week-end watching the NFL games.

Peace.

To me, being an American means you can live in a country with the same rule of Rule of Law which affords every person the right to be the best that person can be.

Regardless of skin color, sex, or sexual orientation it means this country will give you a shot if you’re willing to pay the price.

It means rich, old white men shouldn’t have a vote which means anymore than the the Average Joe.

Democracy isn’t apartheid.

It means we all play by the same rules of engagement.

It means we honor the law and what our democracy and the Rule of Law should provide to each and everyone of us.

All of us…not just rich white guys on Mitch Mconnell’s donors list for special projects.

All of us.

In my mind…that’s why all of us should vote even thought at times it seems maddening.