Showing posts with label D Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label D Day. Show all posts

Friday, February 24, 2023

Furries & Fascists

 



Readers of this humble and scarcely read mind blog may have missed it. Viz. Furries, people who enjoy dressing up as animals, are at the forefront of the perennial fight against Fascism. And who are these evil Fascists? Anyone bigoted enough to suggest biological sex might have something to do with gender.

What literal, brazen Nazis, and this includes TERFs (Trans Exclusionary Radical Feminists) who turned up in Glasgow last month to protest failed Scots premiere Nichola Sturgeon's hated trans id laws. No, said the women led by Kelly-Jay Keen, women are women and men are men, it's in the chromosomes, and anything else is an attack on women.




Pan to baying, barking, snorting, snuffling, whining, shrieks of outrage from some 1000 assorted furries who were in Glasgow at the same time as Keen's anti trans protest and planned a counter demo. Keen was unimpressed, tweeting:

'If the battle cry of the SfW side could be summarised as ‘I am woman, hear me roar’, the opposing chant must surely be ‘I am Colin in a cartoon animal head, hear me whine through this small air vent’.




Such was the Battle of Furlodden, you can read about it here. But hold on, have we really come to this, are we so degenerate, bored and caught up in illusion as to suppose a gang of furverts are standard bearers of the progleft revolution and that believing men are men and women are women equates to Nazism?

Apparently we are, eat your heart out defenders of Bastogne and Stalingrad and don't say Pritzker billions while you're at it. In related news, a 53 year old Scottish transsexual butcher, Andrew Miller who identifies as Amy George, was arrested last month for abducting and molesting an 11 year old child. 




He, or would that be she, is remanded in custody. Remember, punters, Baphomet is trans and how far off is "we are legion" to "they/them."

I say again, out demons out,

LSP

Monday, March 6, 2017

Dental D Day



Today was D Day, dental D Day. As LL reminds me, don't put it off, take the war to the enemy, in this case, my teeth. So I drove across Dallas to get the malefactors pulled. 




Unlike the real D Day, this operation didn't hurt, and nobody got killed. In fact it seemed like a lot less hassle than a root canal, and there I was, 2 implants and a set of falsies later, ready to get back in the fight.



You know, the kind of fight that doesn't involve speaking, eating or anything much to do with your mouth. But hey, it had to be done otherwise tooth poison was going to get to the heart and bring this endeavor to an untimely end. To say nothing of the ultimate benefit of a functional mouth.



In other news, the tyranny of Blogger is about to be broken with big thanks to HS who's kindly arranged hosting and development for lonestarparson.com. It's "live" so feel free to have a look, but bear in mind it's "under development." 

God bless,

LSP

Friday, June 6, 2014

D Day


I once, more than a bit stupidly, asked a retired Wing Commander "what was it like?" We were having a pint in a pub in London at the time and he'd flown Mosquitos during the war, as a pathfinder. After a longish silence he replied, "We had to do things no one should ever have to do," though he added that he "enjoyed the tracer."

tracer

We must thank God for the success of the D Day landings and pray for those who gave their lives.

God bless,

LSP