This reportage on accusations against a Seal Team Commander (and our CIC’s interference in the UCMJ) is troubling and dispiriting for several reasons. Elite units are regarded as such because of their physical and mental standards and their exacting training. Apart from Delta, there is no unit ( publicly acknowledged) any more elite than our Navy Seal Teams. Their missions have long been among the most dangerous, the most challenging, the most critical.
My own training and combat experience in no way rises to the expertise and gallantry of these warriors. Yet I do hold some informed opinions; generated by my veteran friendships, my research and my own service. Esprit is fundamental to such elites…and it is rightfully, invariably high. Esprit relies upon teamwork. Morale is critical to the successful execution of missions; their belief in and trust of each other. Such public laundering of misconduct by this typically clandestine unit is uncommon, is entirely out of character.
Something extraordinary is here afoot..and there are NO good outcomes. Either an eight tour commander lost his shit on his eighth tour…or this commander lost the respect, regard and trust of his subordinates. Those are the only choices. And EITHER reality is toxic to combat readiness…and to the morale as well of other elite forces.
Cause see, once deployed, there is NO one else to be relied upon…apart from your teammates. SOMEONE has lied. For whatever reasons. And this public clusterfuck dishonors the past gallantry and sacrifices of their predecessors.
1. I hope authentic resolution will be the eventual outcome.
2. I hope this CIC (and future CIC’s) will trust the command and judicial structure of the UCMJ. Otherwise we’ll jeopardize not only our elite troops…but the well being of EVERY American we send into harms way.



So, David Katz. Was able to legally purchase at least two handguns in Baltimore, Md along with ammunition. Was legally able to possess both. Was able to travel from Maryland to Florida in possession of two pistols and ammunition (presumably by car, I HOPE he wasn’t allowed to fly in!) Was able to enter the venue in possession of two pistols and ammunition.

His prior history includes documented mental health issues and prescribed anti-depressants. A child from a broken home, described as quiet and a loner. I don’t believe that electronic gaming is the issue here. I’d be shocked if, following a pick up game of flag football or softball, someone went off and began firing at people…but perhaps a chess tournament or a spelling bee or a hold em tournament…yeah, that might make sense to me. Can you appreciate what they have in common? Btw, this video game wasn’t literally a “war game”; it was Madden football, after all.

So I’d be reluctant to accuse gaming as a core cause. Occam’s razor. That so clearly (in retrospect) a young man can legally purchase multiple firearms and ammunition (with a documented history of mental health issues), transport them across state lines and bring them into a public venue; that’s where I’d begin looking to attribute responsibility and opportunity for this most recent atrocity.

As a society we seem willing to forgive such conduct, all in the name of a misunderstood (deliberately) item in our Bill Of Rights. So it goes…and will continue…


Arose at 4 to play nine holes at sunrise before the heat got busy. Driving to Woodley, the sky was glorious! Violets, pinks, grays, golds, blues…hadn’t seen that in years! Off at 6:30, shot an eclectic 43 on Woodley’s back nine. Meaning scruffed shot, BRILLIANT approach. Topped drive, EXQUISITE recovery! Sliced drive, LASER-LIKE pitch. Lousy chip, SINKS a 40 foot snake! Great fun!;)

You know the upside from having made an exorbitant purchase (like my $600 dinner?) All other decisions seem moderate in comparison. Like a Scotty Cameron putter; they cost about $250. I’ve been playing golf since 1958! I have probably 12 putters downstairs, none of which cost more than $100, none of which I use with any confidence. “I’m not good enough to own a Scotty Cameron putter!” Well maybe there’s a reason they cost so much, Tucker. Maybe if you bought one, you’d become a better putter.

And now I guess I will. I mean, in comparison to that gonzo priced dinner, how can I say no?  😉  I’ve committed to a dining experience to commemorate this years ReBirthday. This will easily be the most unique meal I’ve ever enjoyed; a once in a lifetime indulgence. Show your PriceIsRight chops and guess the tab, without going over. Bon appetit! 😉



Course 1
Peruvian Scallop Crudo, Lime, Grapefruit, Cilantro, Fried Oysters
JM Gobillard Brut Champagne

Course 2
Live Maine Lobster, Pommes Puree, Caviar
2013 Val de Mer Grand Cru Chablis

Course 3
Mary’s Duck Breast, Confit Duck Leg, Carrot, Black Truffle, Foie Gras, Lavender
2015 Hundred Acre Kayli Morgan Cabernet Sauvignon

Course 4
Venison, Roasted Pear, Huckleberry, Chanterelle Mushrooms
2013 Hundred Acre Wraith Cabernet Sauvignon

Course 5
Wagyu Ribeye, Confit Weiser Fingerling Potatoes, Black Truffle-Lardo, Charred Onion Chimichurri
2015 Hundred Acre Ark Vineyard Cabernet Sauvignon

Course 6
Peruvian Dark Chocolate, Fresh Thyme
2007 Hundred Acre Fortification

What was your guess?  Was it $650?  If so, you win.  😉








After a meeting on Wilshire, I stop by a RiteAid on LaBrea before heading back to the valley. It’s one of those weird ones (I guess in high crime neighborhoods) that keep their liquor under lock and key. I sigh and return to the front for a manager to open the display case. She’s a little agitated…as are several male employees. “He’s got a knife!” They’re dealing with a shoplifter who is now just outside the front door and not leaving. “Gimme back my knapsack!”

One of the guys opens the shoplifters abandoned knapsack and out tumble 15 plastic bottles of – Wait for it! – HEAD AND SHOULDERS. Wtf? (Can you drink that?) I persuade her to walk back with me to open the display case, I select a 1.75 liter bottle of rum and proceed to the front. The stand off continues, the workers say repeatedly, “The police have been called!”

  1. Can I check out? She says, “Yeah…but don’t leave. He’s got a knife.” Fine. I’ve got a big bottle of rum. I like my chances. The sale is completed and I make my way past the lookeeloos, thru the front door…and look for the guy. I can hear sirens in the distance…and so can he, I guess. He’s moving north thru the parking lot, but in no hurry. He’s white, maybe 40-ish. He doesn’t look homeless, he doesn’t look drunk or stoned…I guess he’s just obsessive about clean hair, I dunno.

I reach my car as a police SUV rolls up, sirens blaring and lights flashing. They pull in behind me and I take the southernmost exit and as I turn north, a second police SUV arrives, sirens and lights on, too. They pull into the lot behind me as well. As I slowly move north on LaBrea, the first SUV has pulled back out onto LaBrea, now just ahead of me. I can see the guy on the sidewalk, walking north. Deliberately…but every so often he throws both arms up in the air as if to say, “Well whaddaya WANT?” But hardly manic, just mildly frustrated. And I notice a female cop, the driver leaning out of her window and…Yo Tucker, is that a…? And yes it is, that is a Glock that she is aiming at this guy on the sidewalk…And I kinda eeeease back a few feet, cause if HE is armed, I am seriously downrange!

But the guy just continues to walk north….and both SUV’s again pull up alongside him, lights and sirens still blaring…and after a few moments, the guy resumes his walk north. Finally a logical tactic is employed; the first SUV pulls up AHEAD of the guy and cuts him off. A male cop exits, gun drawn…and the guy faces him, no evident weapon in sight…and the cop physically takes him down. At this point, I’m content to pull away, bemused by the SUV tactics. I mean, I’m no expert but even I know that to cut someone off, you need to get ahead of them. No shots fired, no fatalities. Dandruff must be a bitch.