Showing posts with label tea party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tea party. Show all posts

Sunday, July 5, 2020

A Presidential Sunday Homily



The lying, hypocritical, venal, duplicitous, malfeasant, smug, corrupt media say this sermon's "dark" and "divisive." No it's not, it's awesome and calls out out evil while appealing to the good. But perhaps you think a President being patriotic is somehow bad?

If so, you're a right fool. Speak to the Monkey and stop being a useless, self-loathing, pathetic ComSymp lib.

1776,

LSP

Sunday, December 2, 2018

VIVE LA FRANCE



A new year, a new revolt against our corrupt elite overlords. Witness Paris, which is in flames because Faux Bonaparte Napoleon (FBN) Macron tried to levy a sneaky weather tax on diesel.

Guess what, the people didn't like that and decided to burn down "gay Paree" rather than pay the hated Green Tyrant. Weird, they didn't want to make him any richer.



Two-Bit Rothschild Fraud

See, here's the thing. Global Warming or Climate Change, aka The Weather, is a massive Illuminati, NWO, transnational elite  scam to get you, the mug punter end user, to give the State even more of your money. To tax you even more than you are already.



Sorry NWO, Had Enough


So go right ahead. Feed the insatiable maw of big government and the Macronite ponzi. On the other hand, set Paris alight and say taxed enough already.

Tea Time,

LSP

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

No Doves - Snakes

Wanted to go Dove hunting this morning but ended up going to a 'Church Women's' meeting instead, it extended to lunch and the Church Women fell to talking amongst themselves. The primary topic was snakes; I'll give you a precis:

"Well, I heard a mighty bang and figured the air conditioning was out again, but it was only Gene with his gun," nods and grins all 'round, "next mornin, there was a rattlesnake with his head clear blown off."

Again:

"This snake comes sliding out after my puppy and gits distracted, so he wraps himself 'round a water pipe, so we start throwing stuff at it to gittim to move, which he does and my husband shoots him right there. Biggest dam snake..."

After snake-talk we listenned to a poetry recital by John Pelham who writes 'cowboy poetry'. He got emotional talking about his Daddy, as did I, hearing him. Speaking of snakes, you might enjoy this "Don't Tread On Me Fuhrer video" - thanks to All Seeing Eye. Or you might not...

Doves Friday, God willing.

LSP