Showing posts with label #TEXIT. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #TEXIT. Show all posts

Monday, January 29, 2024

It's All Going On In The Country I Tell You

 



One of the things that happens here is I let some of the neighbors park their rigs and vehicles in the grassy pasture that is the Compound's parking lot. They mow the grass and all of that in return. But this beneficent arrangement seemed to come to a crashing end today.

There I was on the back deck, scanning Zerohedge, when up come two men in polo shirts with Glocks on their hips, "Sir, can we have a word?" Of course they could and were welcomed into the rural fastness with a sunny hello, "What's up, guys?"


A Typical Kitchen Glock

Turns out they were from Code Enforcement, yes, we have such a thing, and someone had the literal brazen temerity to make a formal complaint about the vehicles parked up on the grass. It broke the code and couldn't be tolerated because, you see, the area's zoned residential and enormous lifted trucks and everything else have to be parked on "improved ground," such as gravel.

Huh. I assured the officer that it'd be sorted out before tickets had to be issued or any other equivalent nonsense. So that was good, but what about guns. "How are you finding that Glock?" I asked, glancing down at the fella's two-tone 9mm variant.


Behold, Legally Parked on Gravel. FFS

"I like it a lot and shoot pretty good with it and you know, it was weird, when I went to the Police Academy, they asked 'how many of you have shot pistols?' and I was the only one in the class who didn't raise his hand because we never had pistols where I was, just shotguns for quail, pheasant and dove. You know what, I ended the course shooting a lot better than some of those country boys because I was taught right, from the start."

Good call. So we talked Glocks and pistols and became friends and off they went into the pastoral hinterland. Flash forward several hours to me getting back from Walmart and there's D, remonstrating in the car park, not a happy man. Code Enforcement had not been kind to him and he was ticked, having put out for local LE & Co a lot over the years. Someone had made a complaint.


Note, why is his finger on the trigger? Maybe because he's an actor

We speculated on the identity of this malefactor and he asked me if it was OK to spread some gravel and "improve" the parking zone. "Remember I asked you if I could black-top and you said 'no, I don't want that (well said, LSP, Ed.), get gravel, but I need to get the church's permission.' Do I still need to get that?"

I looked at D, who wasn't very happy, and he looked at me, "You have the church's permission, knock yourself out on that gravel. I'll help you spread it, even." But that wasn't needed, "I've got a tractor at the shop and I'll bring it in tomorrow morning with the gravel. Thanks, man." Thanks indeed, "'preciate you, brother. Come to church, it's about time." He agreed and off we went, friends.


I call this installation Casa Blanca, keen-eyed readers will understand

So there you have it. Problem, solution, right here in sunny Texas' North Central Exclusion Zone.

Texit,

LSP

Friday, January 26, 2024

I Won't Back Down

 



Situation developing, but it seems like Governor Abbott is holding the line, he's not backing down and neither are some 25 other states. Who can blame them? They're not enthralled at the prospect of being flooded with hundreds of thousands of invaders. Likewise, they're not too keen on the new Democrat import-a-vote crookery, which threatens their jobs, and no wonder, they'd lose the local power they've worked so hard to gain.




So here we are. The Old Crook's told Abbott he has to back down by end of play today or else. Or else what? Are the Feds gonna go and arrest Abbott in the Governor's Mansion? Maybe III Corps will roll outta Fort Hood on Austin with armored phantom fury. Who knows, maybe local LEO will simply close in and arrest Abbot and put him in gaol. Hunh.




Or, on the other hand, perhaps some court will declare Texas an insurrectionist state and bar it from the electoral college in 2024. Boom, guaranteed Blue Tsunami except that the Rainbow Party will have to disenfranchise 25 other states, with their military, with all their guns and all of that; I don't see it. We are, it seems, at an impasse, make of it what you will. Whatev, here's a song to aid reflection:




Go Abbott,

LSP

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Shotgun Wedding



Sometimes you have to tear yourself away from the endless text stream coming at you from Putin and the Kremlin and get on with normal life. For me, that meant celebrating a wedding.

It was cowboy themed, which meant that the Groom and his men all wore boots, starched and ironed jeans, black hats (off in the Sanctuary), turquoise shirts and black waistcoats; the waistcoats went with the hats. They also sported shotgun shell boutonierres, and I resisted the temptation to talk about "shotgun weddings," though the urge was strong.




The Bridesmaids came in with the Groomsmen and wore turquoise dresses to go with the Groomsmen's shirts, they looked good, and then in came the Bride. She was nervous, along with the Groom and rightly so, for it's no small thing to get married, but both did well and made their vows with confidence.

They got a clap at the Peace (Pax) after "You may kiss the Bride." I was moved, good work, kids. And may God bless you with many happy and joyous years as you go through life together, with all its twists and ambushlike turns. But here's the thing, readers, all two of you.




The Bride and Groom were binary. That's right, the Bride was a woman and the Groom was a man. Far out, eh? And before you blast me for being a white privilege racist, that's OK, in #TrumpsAmerica.

Your Friend,

LSP 


Saturday, December 17, 2016

What is Texas?



What's it like, living in a rural farming community in Texas, where not having a pick up truck marks you as weirdly eccentric. I went for a walk to find out.


Irish Texas

Apparently it's about Ireland, which is why the local filling station's called Shamrock, or is it? The Shamrock may be Irish but it sure sells a lot of Mexican food. It's also run by Nepalese; I know this because I've asked them and we talk about the Gurkhas. Sometimes they salute me, Brit style, which is appropriate, if weird.


Dog Texas

I pondered that as I made my way back to the Compound with Blue Congressman. Why would a family from Nepal end up running a pick 'n steal in rural Texas, selling Mexican food in an Irish filling station. For that matter, why is there a Mongolian "buffet" in the town, run by real Mongolians as opposed to Mexicans? (don't eat there...) Why are people from the farthest reaches of the world coming to the Lone Star State?




Well, the answer's obvious. Because Texas is awesome.

TEXIT,

LSP