Sunday, July 31, 2016

Wake Up!

You're sleepy? Look here, you bandits. The day starts at 5.

And so it did, starting with day one. By the time the sun was rising, there we were, on the way to somewhere in Texas to hunt hogs. We passed through Gustine, Blanket, Brownwood, San Angelo and weren't too far from Mexico.

Switch on, Bandits

"So whaddya do if you meet an illegal alien, kids?" Moment of silence and then, "Send him up to the Mother Ship?" Another moment of silence, "Well, I'd give them a meal and a beer. Then maybe I'd build a wall."

If You Meet The Buddha on The Road...

We set up up camp and got after the pigs. That meant climbing up into stands and scouting trails, and the result?

Therein lies another tale.

Gun Rights,


Monday, July 25, 2016


“It’s like a blister, it just popped. It had been festering and festering and festering."

So commented one Democrat donor on a day of chaos and rage at the Democratic Convention in Philadelphia, that led to Hillary apparatchik and DNC chairwoman, Debbie Wasserman Shultz, being booed off stage and escorted out of the convention by security.

Lock Her Up! chanted communist Bernie supporters, who were outraged by revelations of dishonesty, corruption, collusion and malfeasance by Hillary's Armani Socialist (HAS) political machine. 

A Typical Bear

The ultimate source of the damning email leak? I'll leave you with a helpful infovideo.

Debbie's had to resign and what can we say? Looks like Team Hillary doesn't have much luck with email. Hog hunting tomorrow. Somehow that seems appropriate.

Lock Her Up and mind the Bears,


German Jihad

Good work, Merkel, inviting over a million Muslims into your country. What could possibly go wrong? 4 Jihad attacks in one week, that's what.

Which is weird, because Islam is so peaceful. That's why police and pundits are baffled about the motive behind Muslims attacking people with an axe on a train, shooting up a McDonalds, hacking a pregnant woman to death and suicide bombing a night club.

Who knows, maybe the Illuminati did it.



Saturday, July 23, 2016

Bye Bye, EDS

Do you remember the Episcopal Divinity School (EDS)? You know, the same hallowed hall of ecclesial academe that was headed up by Rev. Katharine "Abortion" Ragsdale? Sure you do, who doesn't.


Well, it looks as though Moloch has frowned upon his willing servant. Via Anglican Ink:

In a surprise move, the Board of Trustees for one of the 10 schools educating Episcopal Church seminarians has voted to cease granting degrees at the conclusion of the 2016-2017 school year. It is unclear how Episcopal Divinity School of Cambridge, Massachusetts might continue on, with the board stating that it “will explore options for EDS’s future” in the coming year.

 So what does that exploration look like? The current Dean, Francis Fornaro, fills in the blanks:

Interlocking Oppressions

“A school that has taken on racism, sexism, heterosexism, and multiple interlocking oppressions is now called to rethink its delivery of theological education in a new and changing world,” declared former Washington National Cathedral Dean and EDS Board Chairman Gary Hall in an official announcement. “Ending unsustainable spending is a matter of social justice.”

Quite. Bye Bye.


Munich Jihad

The dust had barely settled from the Nice truck outrage when another Muslim cooked off, this time in Munich, where David Ali Sonboly murdered 9 people and wounded 21 with a Glock 17. The Glock was unlicensed, unlike Islam, which is encouraged in Germany.


Stay tuned for teddy bears, peace signs and candlelit recitals of John Lennon's greatest hits as ISIS rolls about on the floor laughing. And in case you missed it, Ali was shouting Allahu Akbar as he killed women and children.

There You Go

Allahu Akbar, God is Great. For sure, but what God are we actually talking about? Why, the peaceloving God of the Muslims, of course. That God directed Ali to invite people to his ambush on Facebook.

Herr Chancellor

So go on Germany, invite more Alis and Mohammads into your country and stand in awe as it becomes as peaceful as the Religion of Peace itself. 

Well done, Merkel. You have blood on your hands.

By the beard of the Prophet,


Friday, July 22, 2016

Hands up Don't Shoot!

On second thoughts, no, shoot a lot. Today that meant taking a sporterized SMLE and a Remington 700, 30-06, down to the range for a quick dial-in before next week's hog hunt in West Texas.

100 Year Old (almost) Lee & Younger Shooter

We started with the venerable Lee, which was made in 1917 and saw several "refits" before ending up as a porch project at the Compound. It shot well, for a rifle that's nearly 100 years old, and I like to imagine its history, as indicated by a cacophany of stampings on the receiver. Hopefully it'll bring down a pig or two.

Shoot That Gun

The Remington 700 was next up and performed flawlessly, a far more accurate rifle than I am and a lot of fun to shoot. It's topped off with an old Redfield scope with a built in range finder, which I always forget how to use. Youtube, come to the rescue!


Satisfied that both rifles were on to minute of hog, we finished off with some gentle .22 plinking against steel plates and a couple of ice tea cans. Take that, plate, and you too, can. We have your measure.

Kindly Old LSP

Then, parched by an afternoon with guns in the fierce Texan sun, the team fell back to base for some refreshing drinks of Global Cooling and the satisfaction of a successful evolution.

Blue Congressman

Well done, HQ Troop. I'll pretend I didn't hear you teasing Blue Congressman with a squirrel call...

Round in the chamber,


This is Not Texas

No, it's just a typical day in the life of a Global Warming Expedition, which finds itself stuck deep in a massive ice flow. But seriously, you have to applaud the sheer, brazen, unalloyed genius of the person who came up with a scheme to tax the weather. Remarkable.

Millionaire Armani Socialist

In other news, right thinking citizens are gearing up to vote Melania into power and who can blame them? They're sick and tired of the millionaire Armani socialist roadshow and its celebrity agitprop satraps in Hollywood and beyond.

A typical Hollywood Goon about to taken by a bear, in the snow.

So there you have it. Searing heat notwithstanding, the team's off to the range to see if the guns still work.

Dial it in,


Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Why is Melania Awesome?

I'd have thought that was obvious, but maybe you're not convinced. Consider the alternatives. 


There's the genius of Yoko.

Huma, it's not true!

Huma "Bad Choices" Abedin.


Or even the Old Saxophonist himself.


And let's not forget the outgoing First "Lady."

So let's hear it for Melania and no more of this attacking her for making a good speech nonsense. Unless you want to get into it with the bikers.

Iron Horse,


Lock Her Up

Yes, please.


Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Train Hard, Think Positive, Fight Easy

What do you do when you're a recruit in the the DLC (Dallas Light Cavalry, Irreg.) and you're looking to join the Mess? 

You get running.

Attention to detail,


Swim And Fish

What do you do when the temperature soars and the sun starts to beat down with merciless intensity? Sit and stare in slack-jawed consternation at a screen telling you about a crazed Muslim axeman in Germany? 

Or wonder why a member of the Religion of Peace would stab an English woman in France and her daughters for being "scantily dressed"? I mean to say, how could anyone misunderstand Islam so thoroughly?

No. You don't stare at the screen, you take the Team to the Lake for a Fish 'n Swim, after cunningly stocking up on water, beef jerky and night crawlers. Logistics taken care of, bob those worms near the limestone shore of the lake in hope of Sunfish.

Feel the first aggressive tugs of the predatory fish, and then reel them in. Proper little fighters and big fun to catch, which everyone did. Well done, kids.

Then cool off in the water before heading to the Taco Truck for Chicken Fajita Tacos and a Torta Cubana(!). Cheap, and tasty as you like.

So a good day was had by all, outside, at the lake. Next time we'll ice up the cooler and keep some fish for dinner. But now it's time to fire up the grill for burgers.

Your Pal,


Monday, July 18, 2016

Knave Altar

The Brompton Oratory Before Reform

From Geoffrey Kirk at IHC:
It has just been revealed that, on the night of July 14, a posse of twenty-five hastily recruited and commissioned Vicars General, at the behest of Cardinal Vincent Nichols, gained entry to the Brompton Oratory and forcibly installed a westward-facing altar.
The Cardinal’s representatives dismantled the existing High Altar – an action described by Catholic commentator and blogger Damian Thompson as ‘reminiscent of the worst excesses of the French Revolution’ – and replaced it with an altar table and matching ambo ‘tastefully handcrafted in limed oak’, donated for the purpose by Messrs Vanpoulles Ltd.
In what was described by the Sacristan as ‘a rampage fuelled by mindless ideology’ other altars were dismantled or defaced and a bonfire of liturgical music (Monteverdi, Mozart, Haydn, Durufle, Bruckner) was started in the nave, around which the Vicars General danced, singing worship songs by Paul Inwood and Bernadette Farrell.

A typical praise scene at the Oratory this week

At least they weren't dressed as clowns, or were they?

Your Old Friend,


Sunday, July 17, 2016

Cast Into The Blitz!


Fishing can be fun and sedate, it can also be fast and furious. It was furious this evening. There we were, standing on the shore of Lake Whitney as the fierce white light of the Texan sun was starting to set, casting out in hope of fish.

No joy. The fish were there, jumping, but about 100 yards away out of range. Would they come in to the shore? We bet the monkey on just that and switched out to topwater lures, all in the hope that what looked like a school of Sand Bass would close in. Sure enough, they did.

Bang! Before you could say Heinz Guderian, there they were, leaping, thrashing and blitzing through swarms of Shad. You know the wisdom, where leap the Shad, so bite the Bass, and that's the way it was. It sounded like fire crackling through dry tinder. 

We couldn't cast fast enough. "Cast to the blitz, lads!" and "Fish on!" echoed around the dam like Charles Martel's victorious war cry against the Moslem horde. Crazy, intense, topwater action, and all the better for the youngest member of the team getting his first fish of the year. Well done! More to follow.

A Fish

Then it was dark and time to head back to the Compound, adrenaline up and fishing tales abounding. Big, victorious excitement. 

And that's just the way it was.

Tight lines,


Friday, July 15, 2016

Truck Jihad in Nice

Muslim immigrant, 31-year-old Mohamed Lahouaiej Bouhlel, chose Bastille Day to drive a truck down a crowded pedestrian precinct in Nice, killing 84 men, women and children, possibly many more. He did so for over a mile. Reflect on that, over a mile.

So, yet another blow for the religion of peace and yet another opportunity for everyone to say that a Muslim terrorist has nothing to do with Islam, as they draw hashtags and peace signs while listening to All You Need is Love.

Shortly afterwards, French President, Francois Hollande, told the French people that they must "learn to live with terrorism." Or, as one person put it, "What a pathetic coward."

Pray for those who were senselessly killed, wounded and bereaved. Pray too that the West wakes up to a religion grounded, rooted and perpetrated in war since its inception. 

To put it another way, peace signs aren't going to cut it.


Thursday, July 14, 2016

Anglican Church of Canada's Theology Found on Mars!

Star gazing boffins at NASA believe they may have unlocked the mystery of the Anglican Church of Canada's (ACoC) missing theology, on Mars!


Hi-resolution images from NASA's Reconaissance Orbiter show the missing theology in a depressed area of the barren Red Planet, possibly the impact site of a meteor or asteroid. Resembling Morse Code, ACoC's theology consists of a series of dots and dashes which have been decoded by planetary scientist, Veronica Bray, to read:

Decoding The Theology


Others aren't convinced. "It's not really theology," stated one Xenologist, "It's more like a random series of dunes created by the swirling wind of ACoC's General Synod."


Has the Anglican Church of Canada's theology finally been found and if so, what does it say? Or is the so-called "theology" nothing more than sand, blown by the fierce Martian wind?

Ad Astra,