Patton

 

Did General Patton actually say, in 1945, as Military Governor of Bavaria, "Gentlemen, I have come this morning to the inexcusable conclusion that we have fought on the wrong side. This entire war we should have fought with the fascists against the communists and not the other way around. I fear that perhaps in fifty years America will pay a dear price and become a land of corruption and degenerate morals."

The Internet, our modern Delphi, mostly tells us that he didn't, that the quote's a neo-Nazi invention fabricated to enthuse low-info patriots with anti-commie fervor. Yes, please; it then goes on to say that the quote's maybe not verbatim but that Patton probably said something like that given his deep, visceral abhorrence of Communism. Tick.

Perhaps Patton missed the point? Zu Befehl!

To be fair, it doesn't take a huge leap of the imagination to picture Patton chafing under the burden of being allied with Stalin's Soviet Mega Army. The same held true for Evelyn Waugh, when you think about it, read the Sword of Honour trilogy, and doubtless others. Still, regardless of veracity, is "in fifty years America will pay a dear price and become a land of corruption and degenerate morals" actually wrong? Check out the nearest drag queen story hour as you arrest someone for praying outside an abortion kill clinic and find out.

Patton, born 1885, strikes me as a late Victorian, an old school patriot not unlike Churchill, rising up anomalously into the modern age of jets, atom bombs and nihilist Communist degeneracy. For what it's worth, I'm glad we defeated the satanist NDAP. Too bad the murderous Bolsheviks weren't. Patton died in a car crash in December 1945, Hillary Clinton was not alive at that time.

Rest in Peace, General,

LSP

Veterans Day 2025

 

We were going to go for a shoot but blasting off into a sunny wind tunnel didn't seem so fun so, instead, it was all about burgers and hotdogs on the grill with some delicious macaroni cheese by way of a side. A young sergeant fell upon his scoff like a warrior, which is entirely apt. He tells me there's some kind of forward observer training in the near future, I'll keep you posted.

He also says that the latest intakes of recruits into his Company have been outstanding, a vast improvement over previous years. Clearly something's changed, for the better. This encouraging trend in mind, here's a prayer:

O King and Judge of the nations: We remember before thee with grateful hearts the members of our armed forces, who in the day of decision ventured much for the liberties we now enjoy; grant that we may not rest until all the people of this land share the benefits of true freedom and gladly accept its disciplines; through Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, one God world without end. Amen.

 

Lest we forget,

LSP

Is This How It Ends?

 

We can but hope.

Of course this is totally hypothetical in the US. In related news, El Senor's threatening to sue the UK's pugnacious, deceitful, smug, condescending, agitprop, statist, rainbow dupe shill BBC, for over a billion bucks. Yes please.

Arduus Solem,

LSP

Stormy!

 

Stormy! What went wrong?

Dam! What Went Wrong!

Good question.  Perhaps you shouldn't have trusted Michael Avenatti and gone against El Senor. But you did, and now you have to pay the price. 

Cheers,

LSP

Yet More Fish

 

Thanks to the Government shutdown I was able to get out and fish (What? Ed.) on the mighty Brazos. Well, Lake Whitney's dam spillway, where there's a handy fishing pier. It was deserted and I gazed down into the murky depths of the pool, the hot blue Texan November sky overhead and the Brazos stretching south beneath me. Quite a sight, but were there any fish?

Not many, they seemed pretty much shut down, perhaps all those government subsidies had dried up and they were busy not working from home. Still, I spotted a few predatory Gar gliding beneath the surface like Poseidon armed Russkie subs off the coast of England without a navy and chanced a few casts at them with frozen shad.

Don't Scorn The Gar

Gar typically love frozen shad here. They look at it, snatch it, hold it in their beak, then swim with it, pause for reflection, and then run downstream, delicious frozen shad in beak. Let the fish get a hundred or so yards out and try and set the hook. 

If you you do, if you manage to get that far and it's not easy, you're in for a lot of fun. Bam, leaping, thrashing, diving big fish action as you attempt to bring this Jurassic monster up to the pier. Like poor man's sea fishing, I always think.

Would that happen today? No, the Gar weren't after my tasty, shiny frozen shad, they wanted the swarms of bugs flying over and swimming in the water. Still, I had a brief run, fun, but didn't close the deal, next time. So, leaving my Gar rod stationary, I cast off with a Mark Carney worm in search of anything else. Lo and behold, a turbulence, a thrashing on the water and down went the light rod, fight on.  And up came a decent Bass, great result, see top photo.

On Patrol

Word to the wise. Take full advantage of the Government shutdown to get out and fish, as in exercise your freedom to do so now that you're freed from the jackboot tyranny of our DC Overlords. If only, eh? As it is, we have the rainbow wing of the Uniparty holding its opposite number to ransom, at the expense of the people. 

At what point will this idiocy end? Perhaps, dear friends, when the money runs out and we've had enough. Is that point fast approaching? Perhaps, in the meanwhile, we fish on.

Tight Lines,

LSP

Just A Fish

 

Fishing was slow today. There we were, on the banks of Lake Whitney in the afternoon sun of a November Texan afternoon. Cast, retrieve, behold the beauty of lake, sky and majestic cranes sweeping across the water, but definitely not tight lines. Huh.

Then down went the rod to the left of me. Whoa, action! Something's on and lo and behold, the fun of a light rod. Up came a Black Drum who went back to fight again another day. Great result, unlike, say, today's election result in NYC.

Then, as the sun was beginning to set and the hour for catching had almost arrived, we climbed back in the rig to head for the Compound and the Super Moon. A good day had by all.

Fish On,

LSP

Light Brigade

 

We had to memorize this as kids, and I tell you, dear readers, education don't come cheap. "All in the valley of death rode the six hundred," and that's exactly what they did. What men, cavalrymen, like no kidding:

I

Half a league, half a league,

Half a league onward,

All in the valley of Death

   Rode the six hundred.

“Forward, the Light Brigade!

Charge for the guns!” he said.

Into the valley of Death

   Rode the six hundred.

II

“Forward, the Light Brigade!”

Was there a man dismayed?

Not though the soldier knew

   Someone had blundered.

   Theirs not to make reply,

   Theirs not to reason why,

   Theirs but to do and die.

   Into the valley of Death

   Rode the six hundred.

III

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon in front of them

   Volleyed and thundered;

Stormed at with shot and shell,

Boldly they rode and well,

Into the jaws of Death,

Into the mouth of hell

   Rode the six hundred.

IV

Flashed all their sabres bare,

Flashed as they turned in air

Sabring the gunners there,

Charging an army, while

   All the world wondered.

Plunged in the battery-smoke

Right through the line they broke;

Cossack and Russian

Reeled from the sabre stroke

   Shattered and sundered.

Then they rode back, but not

   Not the six hundred.

V

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon behind them

   Volleyed and thundered;

Stormed at with shot and shell,

While horse and hero fell.

They that had fought so well

Came through the jaws of Death,

Back from the mouth of hell,

All that was left of them,

   Left of six hundred.

VI

When can their glory fade?

O the wild charge they made!

   All the world wondered.

Honour the charge they made!

Honour the Light Brigade,

   Noble six hundred!

Noble six hundred! Dam straight. The UK doesn't have any cavalry units anymore because they sold all their regiments to buy votes for Moslems. What does this mean? They'll have to reform.

Your Pal,

LSP

Listen Up Heathen

 

Today, punters, is the Feast of All Souls, yesterday was the Feast of All Saints and, rather than listen to my rambling, Austin Farrer writes with magisterial wisdom:

THIS sacrament is not a special part of our religion, it is just our religion, sacramentally enacted. It is whatever Christ is, and Christ is everything to Christian men. In particular, he is the supreme bond between us. Everyone of you communicating is bound to his neighbour by this, that the Christ who lives in one, lives in the other. You care for your fellow Christian as you would care for Christ, and that in you which does the caring is also Christ. Christ in each cares for Christ in all when we communicate together. The same bond unites us with the saints in paradise, who make up by far the greater part of Christ’s people, and with our departed friends who may not yet be in paradise, but for whom we care, and for whom we pray. (Crown of the Year, worth every penny)

 

Imagine, if you can, the supreme gift which God makes of Himself in the Sacrament of the Altar. There He is and there we are, utterly unworthy, and yet He would make His home in us.  “Zacchaeus, come down quickly, for today I must stay at your house.” Welcome Him joyfully with a truly repentant heart and be lifted up to glory. "Today," says Christ, "salvation has come to this house."

No small thing, eh? And may the souls of the faithful departed rest in peace.

Crux Sacra Sit Mihi Lux,

LSP

Is This Country Lost?

 

I present you, dear readers, Canada's Chief of the Defence Staff, Gen. Jennie Carignan: Check zhir out, I dare you:

Punters, do you think Canada's lost? Or are they, like Great Britain itself, simply gambling that they'll never ever, ever have to fight another war again? Now look here, I'm not a betting man, never have been, but I'll lay a solid Guinea on the fighting monkey that Jennie's on the wrong side. Devil take the hindmost and twice as fast, what?

Money on the monkey,

LSP

Halloween

 

Some people think Halloween's Satan's birthday, but it's not, it's the Vigil of All Saints wherein children run around mocking the devils which the Saints vanquish. That in mind, we set up a candy depot outside of Mission #1 and hundreds of kids turned up, first time ever.

Beautiful, they got lots of candy and blessed Bibles. "Here," I offered, "would you like me to bless those Bibles?" Downward glance, "Si." Right on, and in nomine there we were. What a sweet event, next year we'll set up a couple of grills and it'll be even better.

Now, bear in mind, dear readers, that Witches, Crowleyites and assorted occultist malfeasants have claimed the Vigil of All Saints as their own. Seriously, they go around hexing candy and invoking demons. We took a stand, however small, against that today.

We are, punters, engaged in a war, a spiritual war of truth v. lies, light v. dark, God v. Satan. Choose your side wisely.

Vade Retro,

LSP

Wolf!

 

"I am a wolf man." Can't for a moment think who or what that might apply to. With applause to all concerned:

Seriously, check out Virtual Mirage for real news and please, try not to take Captain Calvert too seriously. 

DFTR,

LSP

Magnum Mysterium

 

Just throwing it out there. Don't say brainwashing, turpitude, fraud, malfeasance.

Cheers,

LSP