Happy New Year!

God bless you all. Have the most joyous New Year!

Your Best Pal,

LSP

Truck Poetry

 

Here's some awesome truck poetry, via Wild Wild West:

For Whom the Truck Does Not Crank

(certainly not) by John Donne.

No battery cable is an island,

Entire of itself.

Each is a piece of the truck,

A part of the DMV registration records.

If a truck be washed away by the flooded low-water crossing,

Texas is the less.

As well as if a one-ton bro-dozer were.

As well as if a Kenworth of thine own

Or of thine friend's were.

Each battery cable's failure diminishes me,

For I am involved in truck ownership.

Therefore, send not to know

For whom the truck does not crank,

It does not crank for thee.

Texas is the less. I love that, but Each battery cable's failure diminishes me. Whoa, now we're talking.

Metaphysical poetry forever,

LSP

Vade Retro Satana

 

Inspired by WSF and on the eve of a New Year, I offer this, from the St. Benedict medal, whose initials signify:

CRUX SACRA SIT MIHI LUX! 

NUNQUAM DRACO SIT MIHI DUX!

VADE RETRO SATANA!

NUNQUAM SUADE MIHI VANA!

SUNT MALA QUAE LIBAS. 

IPSE VENENA BIBAS!

And roughly translated:

The holy Cross shall be my light!

The Dragon shall never be my leader!

Get behind me Satan!

Never tempt me with vain conceit!

What you offer is evil.

Drink your own poison!

There's great power in the Latin verse, which is more than verse, an exorcism. We're in need of that, right about now.

Vade Retro,

LSP

Utter, Total, Tyrannical Insanity

Via Zero:

"Not merely the validity of experience, but the very existence of external reality was tacitly denied by their philosophy. The heresy of heresies was common sense.”

George Orwell, 1984

The “Covid pandemic” narrative is insane. That is long-established at this point, we don’t really need to go into how or why here. Read our back catalogue.

The rules are meaningless and arbitrary, the messaging contradictory, the very premise nonsensical.

Every day some new insanity is launched out into the world, and while many of us roll our eyes, raise our voices, or just laugh…many more accept it, believe it, allow it to continue.

Take the situation in Canada right now, where the government has enforced a vaccine mandate on healthcare workers, meaning in British Columbia alone over 3000 hospital staff were on unpaid leave by November 1st.

How have local governments responded to staff shortages?

They are asking vaccinated employees who have tested positive for Covid to work.

Whether or not you believe the test means anything, they notionally do. In the reality they try to sell us every day, testing positive means you are carrying a dangerous disease.

So they are requesting people allegedly carrying a “deadly virus” work, rather than letting perfectly healthy unvaccinated people simply have their jobs back.

This is insanity.

Yes it is. People who have rebelled against truth, ultimately against God, insist you must too. Therein lies power, the exercise of arbitrary will enforced by strength, and the more the demonic merrier. This rule makes no sense at all, but you must obey it to the erasure of your god-given reason and ultimately his image itself. To put it another way, all that makes you human.

And that's the goal, to turn you, the serf, into a slave beast. Beyond that, to destroy. Culture, art, literature, the family, architecture, music, gender itself, who we are as human beings in the image of God, all this has to go, borne down in a torrent of lies.

Lies? We know their Father and we also know that the gates of Hell shall not prevail. My advice? Get on the winning team.

Your Friend,

LSP

You Miserable Offender

It started off well, no doubt about it. Morning Prayer on the porch, a stroll to the Pick 'n Steal for coffee, get back on the porch, scan the news, answer emails and then? Stride purposefully to the rig with a view to taking care of business. Turn that key in the ignition and... disaster. The wretched beast wouldn't turn over. Useless.

I knew why, a badly eroded battery terminal connector which I'd been too lazy distracted to replace. So up goes the hood, jig that thing around, turn the key and hope for the best. Fail. Next step. Stare malevolently at the offender, maybe I could scare it into function.

Just then a neighbor pulled up in his daughter's Chevy 1500 Z71, "Need a jump?" No, "Here's the problem." He looked at the malefactor, "You need a new one, I'll drive to Autozone, get the part and hook you up." Which he did, for free, because "you let me park here, least I can do, man."

Good call. He gets to park his monster lifted rigs in the church lot, which is fine by me but offensive to D, another neighbor, who shouts at me from his car, "That dude's panhandln! God will strike him down! Come Lord Jesus and hurry up."

Rural Eschaton aside, I'd say there's a virtue in neighborliness, peace on earth good will towards men, sort of thing. And you never know, they might turn up and fix your truck. Would that happen in the Metrosprawl? 

Not so much,

LSP

Marley's Ghost - Conversion

 

Have you read Chesterton's remarkable biography of Dickens? If not, you should and must. Regardless, here's a snapshot, via Lifesite:

The moment of Scrooge’s conversion is of course legendary, and is the closest depiction I have ever read of what happens in a man’s soul when he accepts the logical justice of damnation and undeserved privilege to repent. I could not describe the culmination of A Christmas Carol any better than the author who knew him best:  

“The beauty and the real blessing of the story do not lie in the mechanical plot of it, the repentance of Scrooge, probable or improbable; they lie in the great furnace of real happiness that glows through Scrooge and everything around him; that great furnace, the heart of Dickens. Whether the Christmas visions would or would not convert Scrooge, they convert us. Whether or not the visions were evoked by real Spirits of the Past, Present, and Future, they were evoked by that truly exalted order of angels who are correctly called High Spirits. They are impelled and sustained by a quality which our contemporary artists ignore or almost deny, but which in a life decently lived is as normal and attainable as sleep, positive, passionate, conscious joy. The story sings from end to end like a happy man going home; and, like a happy and good man, when it cannot sing it yells. It is lyric and exclamatory, from the first exclamatory words of it. It is strictly a Christmas carol.” 

 

Right on, eh? 

God bless,

LSP

Fighting Patrol

 

This photo comes via Every Blade of Grass who reminds us to "remember all those who are busy doing other things, and can't be home for the Holidays." What good counsel, but where's the photo taken. Not Texas, obviously, maybe Calgary?

Note Claw Marks

Brrrrr,

LSP

Masked Fool

 

Behold the face of brave, fearless, visionary, speaking truth to power Anglicanism today. There it is, mask up, serfs, from Archbishop on down, otherwise you too might live free from fear of a deadly virus which kills maybe 0.27% of the people it infects.

"Man," I told C the HVAC guy this morning, "It's like we've been driven collectively insane. By Satan." He pondered this as we looked out at the Compound's perimeter (Abbott St.). 

"You know, I was at a funeral a few months back, at the Methodist church, 1st Methodist, and the pastor wouldn't even shake my sister's hand, even give her a hug. 'I'm sorry, CDC guidelines, I cannot come any closer to you.' I told that worthless POS if he even spoke to her again there'd be hell to pay."

 

I thought about this, "You mean the skinny little Methodee? I know him."

"Yeah, that's him. Red haired streak of..."

"He's lib, they believe this garbage. They really do. The Church should provide leadership, fearless leadership."

"Right on, brother. Shot some black powder yesterday, felt good."

 

C fixed me with camo-rimmed glasses and Realtree shirt, that much of him was invisible, and we grinned. "Black powder, stick it to the Man. And while we're at it, come on in and help out at the Missions, we don't wear masks."

Unlike Welby, whose pathetic ASA (average Sunday Attendance) is plummeting. Is this Providence in action?

#2A,

LSP

So Not a Tranny

 

Brigitte Macron, adorable, chic, wife /husband of the premiere of France is not, and a I repeat not a transsexual. Birgitte's even gone to law about it, "Don't you dare say I'm trans or my lawyers will destroy you."

Totally Not a Tranny, at all

Quite right. After all, there's no way anyone in their right mind would think Brigitte a... tranny. But isn't there a law against underage sex? Perhaps, in the NWO way of things, that's been neatly forgotten.

So Never Had a Sex Change

In the meanwhile, what's it to be. Is Brigitte a man turned woman or something else again? 

Your call,

LSP

Triomphe! - Just For Kix

Triopmphe! Most Boxing Day, don't you think? Charge weapons and do not, for a second, trust the French. See Tiny Napoleon Macron (TNM) and her ancienne husband.

Yuck, try not to throw up in your mouth

Vivat,

LSP

Boxing Day

 

It's Boxing Day and the sun shines with balmy light as dogs bark, roosters crow and sparrows and squirrels fight with animal intensity, a feathered, furred apocalypse. All the while Navidad fills the air. I like that and so does Eduardo, who tips up massively felix, asking for a blessing.

"Padre! Bendición!" which is exactly what he gets, miraculously failing to fall off the porch. Brandy?, perhaps, and I ask myself, "What is this, some kind of comedy Tijuana problem farm?" But I can't complain.

Christmas day was easy, fun and came complete with a delicious prime rib. Man that was tasty and cooked just right, to medium rare awesomeness. Beef for Christmas? Yes please, and what great leftovers for a Boxing Day feast.

That in mind,  why aren't unmasked revelers dropping dead here? Is this bucolic fraction of Texan country  immune from the killer Bat Bug? Maybe so, but the Diocese of Quebec clearly isn't, which is why they shut down Christmas worship, along with the ACoC Diocese of Niagara and many more. 

 

Why, we have to ask, is the deadly virus so much much deadly in these places than it is in Texas or Florida or, for that matter, in our migrating guests. They, you understand, can enter the country without mask, vax or anything else, unlike us. It's the same with postal workers, they're immune and don't have to get vaxxed, but soldiers do, because they're so much more clearly at risk than posties.

In the spirit of Boxing Day, I call BS on this freakish, pugnacious medico-mengele, tyranno-fest of lies chicanery, corruption, greed, smuggery, deceit, vote-dogging skulduggery and malfeasance. Enough, when you think on it, to confuse the very elect.

Stand Fast,

LSP

Merry Christmas!

 

There's such beauty to Christmas Eve, anticipation of the Feast with all the intimacy of the thing itself; presents, family, friends, glittering lights on the tree and on, and joy seems to fill the air. Quite right too, we're celebrating the most miraculous and glorious of things, the birth of Christ, the Word made Flesh, and with it the advent of salvation.

What can we do but bow down in adoration, praise and wonder before the mystery and the Missions did just that, celebrating in fine style. Then it was back to the Compound with the specialist who opened a "tactical stocking" and something called a "gaming laptop." Apparently these are important for today's troops. 

Blue took it in stride and may have got a Christmas special himself. Hmmmm. And so we advanced to contact, in  good way.

Merry Christmas!

LSP

Christmas Comes Early!

 

Well, for the Compound, which got the Christmas gift of a band new Luxaire HVAC system. The old unit, a Carrier, had soldiered on for thirty years and then died. "No big deal," said Craig the camouflaged air tech, "You can always wrap up in a blanket, right?" 

Good Dog

"Yes," I replied with a grin, "or a space heater." We laughed and for a fact, Climate Change is weighing in at a Californian *80, so it's not mission critical. Still, what will tomorrow bring? It may bring rain or it may bring snow. That in mind, it's good to know we've got it covered. In the meanwhile, Blue takes it easy, as an old gentleman should.

In other news, the Archbishop of Canterbury, Justsin Welby, is telling the world that not getting jabbed with an experimental gene serum is anti-Christian because getting the vax is an act of love and concern for your fellow persyns.

Archbishop Vigano calls this ecclesial kowtowing to secular power Deep Church, a willing accomplice to the Deep State. Note that both are apparently godless, the one apostate and the other professedly atheist, they believe "the science."

But who's behind the strangely deceitful science of vaccines which don't vaccinate you and the sheer lie that biology has nothing whatsoever to do with whether you're a woman or a man.

Don't say Baphomet.

Crux Sacra Sit Mihi Lux,

LSP

Wolves

 

There we were, in some kind of biker go-down in 1996 and it was New Years Eve, high spirits, right? And there I was in a blazer and regimental tie, pretty snappy. So one thing leads to another, "Happy New Year fella!" And enormous 8' tall biker bloke replies, "Is it, fkr!"

We look each other in the eye, me staring upwards, obviously, and there's a moment of, what can we say, friction. Will this end well or not? And it does. "Errrr, leave 'im alone, he's called Adolf, he's alright." And so I was. Curiously, I was the last man standing at that party, tie and all. Can't let the regiment down, what?

Cheers,

LSP

What About The UFOs?

 

OK. Here we are, and things are pretty weird. You're a rayciss if you think that the color of someone's skin doesn't determine their worth as a human being. You're threatening the very health of our nation if you don't get a vax which doesn't stop you getting the flu. So you wear a made in China mask which comes from a box explicitly saying its masks don't protect you from viruses.

Off-world insane? Yes, and that's just CRT and Covid. Let's not forget a persyn, who didn't even bother to campaign, becoming the President of the US by an epochal efflorescence of votes; more than any other candidate's had in history. So much for democratic process in our constitutional republic. And the people who dared protest the doddering old crook and the power he represents are in DC Gitmo.

Nice little American gulag, and no wonder the Left doesn't object. But that and more aside, what about UFOs? Seriously, the Navy and Pentagon admit they're there. UFOs, UAPs, unidentified aerial phenomenon, all running around and pulling aerial stunts which can't be accounted for by present tech. Media response? So what or ridicule.

You'd think video footage of inexplicable flying craft was pretty big news, backed up as it is by trustworthy sources, gun cams and pilots. But no, evidently not. Who cares if we're being visited by creatures from a different world or dimension. Like, "how ridiculous."

Except that it's not, it's there for all to see. And we have ask ask, who are they, what do they want, and how many of them are walking amongst us, unknown.Terrifying question, eh?

Ad Astra,

LSP

Doddering Old Crook

 

It's been a good day. Some final "barning," running around and taking care of business, getting a prime rib for Christmas while we're still allowed to buy meat, and then home, only to see a picture of a doddering old mountebank.

There he was, the most popular president figure ever in the history of popularity greeting his new popularity dog, Commander. Look, what a lovable dog lover our Commander in Chief is! runs the risible PR. Is anyone fooled? Not Major, Biden's last dog who understandably took to biting everyone he saw on sight within the Beltway. But speaking of PR, perhaps you've seen this cheery Christmas message from the White House?

Wow, ding dong merrily on high, peasants. Better obey and vax up, serf, or you're gonna die and not just you, the very fabric of healthcare itself. We have to ask, what firm, what K Street gang of geniuses delivered this stunningly vote-winning campaign to our ruling elite gerontocracy. The same people who launched Commander at our Beloved Leader's pipestem ancient legs? 

Maybe they need to be fired, for sheer incompetence if nothing else. In the meanwhile, all the world continues in hysteria at an illness which might, possibly, kill 0.3 percent of the people it infects, but nonetheless makes others even more obscenely rich than they were already.

Your Irascible Friend,

LSP

Archbishop Vigano Bravely Attacks The Beast

 

By way of a sermon, here's the latest from Archbishop Vigano, enemy of the Deep State and the Deep Church but servant and friend of Christ: Dear American People, Dear Friends, for two years now, a global coup has been carried out all over the world, planned for some time by an elite group of conspirators enslaved to the interests of international high finance. This coup was made possible by an emergency pandemic that is based on the premise of a virus that has a mortality rate almost analogous to that of any other seasonal flu virus, on the delegitimization and prohibition of effective treatments, and on the distribution of an experimental gene serum which is obviously ineffective, and which also clearly carries with it the danger of serious and even lethal side effects. Then, after identifying the instigators and accomplices of the "coup" or "revolution," along with its satanic ethos, we're in a "spiritual war," he concludes:

Dear American brothers and sisters! Dear Patriots! this is a crucial moment for the future of the United States of America and of the whole of humanity. But the pandemic emergency, the farce of global warming and the green economy, and the economic crisis deliberately induced by the Great Reset with the complicity of the deep state, are all only the consequence of a much more serious problem, and it is essential to understand it in depth if we want to defeat it. This problem is essentially moral; indeed, it is religious. We must put God back in the first place not only in our personal lives, but also in the life of our society. We must restore to Our Lord Jesus Christ the Crown that the Revolution has torn from Him, and in order for this to happen a true and profound conversion of individuals and of society is necessary. For it is absolutely impossible to hope for the end of this global tyranny if we continue to remove from the Kingdom of Christ the nations that belong to Him and must belong to Him. For this reason, the movement to overturn Roe v. Wade also acquires a very important meaning, since respect for the sacredness of unborn life must be sanctioned by positive law if it is to be a mirror of the Eternal Law. 

You are animated by a yearning for justice, and this is a legitimate and good desire. “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,” says the Lord (Mt 5:6). But this Justice must be based on the awareness that this is a spiritual battle in which it is necessary to take sides without equivocation and without compromise, holding transcendent and eternal references that even the pagan philosophers glimpsed, and that have found fulfillment in the Revelation of the Son of God, the Divine Master. 

My appeal for an Anti-Globalist Alliance – which I renew today – aims precisely to constitute a movement of moral and spiritual rebirth which will inspire the civil, social and political action of those who do not want to be enslaved as slaves to the New World Order. A movement that at the national and local level will be able to find a way to oppose the Great Reset and that coordinates the denunciation of the coup that is currently in progress. Because in the awareness of who our adversary is and what his aims and purposes are, we can disrupt the criminal action he intends to pursue and force him to retreat. In this, the opposition to the pandemic farce and the vaccination obligation must be determined and courageous on the part of each of you.

Yours must therefore be a work of truth, bringing to light the lies and deceptions of the New World Order and their anti-human and antichristic matrix. And in this it is mainly the laity and all people of good will – each in the professional and civil role he holds – who must coordinate and organize together to make a firm but peaceful resistance, so as not to legitimize its violent repression by those who today hold power.

Be proud of your identity as American patriots and of the Faith that must animate your life. Do not allow anyone to make you feel inferior just because you love your homeland, because you are honest at work, because you want to protect your family and raise your children with healthy values, because you respect the elderly, because you protect life from conception to its natural end. Do not be intimidated or seduced by those who propagate a dystopian world in which a faceless power imposes on you contempt for the Law of God, presents sin and vice as licit and desirable, despises righteousness and Morality, destroys the natural family and promotes the worst perversions, plans the death of defenseless and weak creatures, and exploits humanity for its own profit or to preserve power. 

Be worthy heirs of the great Archbishop Fulton Sheen, and do not follow those of your Pastors who have betrayed the mandate they have received from Our Lord, who impose iniquitous orders on you or who remain silent before the evidence of an unheard of crime against God and humanity.

May this Holy Christmas illuminate your minds and inflame your hearts before the Infant King who lays in the manger. And just as the choirs of the Angels and the homage of the Magi united with the simple adoration of the Shepherds, so also today your commitment to the moral rebirth of the United States of America – one Nation under God – will have the blessing of Our Lord and will gather those who govern you around you. Amen.

May God bless you, and may God bless the United States of America.

+ Carlo Maria Viganò, Archbishop

 

You can read the whole thing here. It is, I believe, the true voice of the Church and a rallying cry for the faithful. As one pundit put it, "He should be Pope."

Amen to that,

LSP

The Beast

 

Via LL, "in honor of the pagan holiday."

Don't you think Melania's an exceptionally gifted artist?

LSP

Operation Barn Sale #2

The last punter left, well satisfied, and we wrapped up the barn sale. What a great result, and pretty much limited to neighboring farmers/ranchers who got some good bargains which they'll put to good use.

EJS was a huge help, a selling machine, who speaks the language of cows, metal and the country, "Brother, 50 bucks all day long. Matter of fact, fixing to take this home today. You help me out, don't need no more in my shop." A pause, "Give you 40." And, "Done. Yours, my friend."

So much for small stuff. Metal -- tin, steel, copper and on went for pre-Biden prices and everyone was happy. And what a good group of country people who've become friends. I like that, a lot.

Cheers,

LSP

Operation Barn Sale #1

 

Lo and behold, Barn Sale #1: '08 Kubota Tractor, Shredder, Gooseneck Trailer, Headgate & Mini Chute, Air Compressor(s), Power Washer, Ear Tags, Complete Scaffold (wheeled), Tools,  Fence Panels (10 set deal, $80 bucks a panel my friend) and on.

So that was all good. But let's see what tomorrow brings, and remember that one man's trash is another one's treasure. "How much?" pause, "Make me an offer, I think your tractor needs that." Another pause, walk away, "Twenty Dollars!" Turn 'round, "No sir." Reflection, "$30, last offer." Sold. That was my pal, selling machine.

And on. So today was good, let's see what tomorrow  brings.

Cash is King,

LSP

Dark Star Tactical

 

Here's the thing. Christmas at the Compound usually means saying the Masses and then driving to Ma LSP's on Christmas day to celebrate with friends and family. Big fun, but it's in Dallas so I put up lights and don't get a tree, the tree's in D.

This year's different. The eldest's coming in from Fort Hood and we figured we'd spend Christmas together, so I got a tree, at Walmart. It's a ferocious little beast and in tribute to the profession of arms comes with a tactical, dark star. After all, it'd be wrong to give your position away with a sparkly, glittery ornament. They can have that in Dallas.

In other news, we apparently live in an age of mind-bending deceit, chicanery, croneyism, malfeasance, tyranny and godless corruption, of egotistical, psychopathic power masquerading as compassion. But don't despair, instead, with Mary, sing out:

MY soul doth magnify the Lord, * and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.

For he hath regarded * the lowliness of his handmaiden.

For behold, from henceforth * all generations shall call me blessed.

For he that is mighty hath magnified me; * and holy is his Name.

And his mercy is on them that fear him * throughout all generations.

He hath showed strength with his arm; * he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.

He hath put down the mighty from their seat, * and hath exalted the humble and meek.

He hath filled the hungry with good things; * and the rich he hath sent empty away.

He remembering his mercy hath holpen his servant Israel; * as he promised to our forefathers,

Abraham and his seed, for ever.

Why? Because the Almighty is in our midst, in our womb if you like, and salvation, redemption and glory is at hand. As the Apostle tells us, "rejoice, again I say rejoice," as does Mary and as should we. The proud, the mighty, the rich? Scattered, cast down, sent empty away, their seemingly invincible force dissolved as smoke before the wind. Take heart.

Your Homiletic Pal,

LSP

Adveniat

 

Are you incapable of serious thought, so-called 'LSP'? Yes, but Fulton Sheen's different. Here's an Advent reflection:

 

If, in those days, the stars of the heavens by some magic touch had folded themselves together as silver words and announced the birth of the Expected of the Nations, where would the world have gone in search of Him?

The world would have searched for the Babe in some palace by the Tiber, or in some gilded house of Athens, or in some inn of a great city where gathered the rich, the mighty, and the powerful ones of earth. They would not have been the least surprised to have found the newborn King of kings stretched out on a cradle of gold and surrounded by kings and philosophers paying to Him their tribute and obeisance.

But they would have been surprised to have discovered Him in a manger, laid on coarse straw and warmed by the breath of oxen, as if in atonement for the coldness of the hearts of men. No one would have expected that the One whose fingers could stop the turning of Arcturus would be smaller than the head of an ox; that He who could hurl the ball of fire into the heavens would one day be warmed by the breath of beasts; that He who could make a canopy of stars would be shielded from a stormy sky by the roof of a stable; or that He who made the earth as His future home would be homeless at home. No one would have expected to find Divinity in such a condition; but that is because Divinity is always where you least expect to find it.

Divinity is always where you least expect to find it. I'd second that and Guinea on the monkey, what?

Adveniat,

LSP

Texas Country

 

Look at this exotic wolf, a Pharaoh Dog, right here in Hill County.

Anubis aside, do not scorn the road less traveled.

Or the golden light of a Texan sun.

God Bless,

LSP

5 Scots

As you were,

LSP

Αγνή Παρθένε

I love this. The sound of Crusade and Advent.

Μαρία ἀειπάρθενε κόσμου παντὸς Κυρία,    

 Ἄχραντε νύμφη πάναγνε, Δέσποινα Παναγία.    

Μαρία νύμφη ἄνασσα, χαρᾶς ἡμῶν αἰτία,    

Κόρη σεμνή, Βασίλισσα, Μήτηρ ὑπεραγία.    

Τιμιωτέρα Χερουβείμ, ὑπερενδοξοτέρα,    

Τῶν ἀσωμάτων Σεραφείμ, τῶν θρόνων ὑπερτέρα.

Ave Domus Aurea,

LSP

Country Sale Barn #2

 

I tell you, punters, never a dull moment in LSPland. One minute it's off-world supermodels in Paris and the next you're gazing at an '08 Kubota, waiting for a 20 yard dumpster and getting ready for a  country barn sale.

Yes. Tools, we sell 'em by the box, then there's anchors, welding tables, tool boxes, PVC fittings, jacks, literal buckets full of shovels, axes and picks. To say nothing of scaffold, dog pens (x5), steel pipe. tin by the yard, copper pipe, power tools and on and on.  Roll up, roll up my friends.

But there's a lot of trash, hence the dumpster which was supposed to arrive at 11 am but didn't, more like 4. But hey, it got there and Jose, with a rambunctious flash of gold dentistry lowered the grey metal beast into position, "Sound like thunder!" And so it did. 

Mission accomplished, he left for Waco and left me to close up shop as mighty hawks swooped down on the fields in search of prey. Ferocious predators! Watch them glide and dive with concentrated ferocity.

Then back to the Compound, where Blue was busy sleeping and all was well with the world. Tomorrow? We shall fill that dumpster.

Your Old Country Sale Barn Pal,

LSP

PS. There's great excitement, rightly, in the country about this sale and you're all invited. It's this weekend, Saturday-Sunday. But when you turn up bear in mind, cash on the nail, no "Visa." But people using the code "LSP" get a special 10% discount. Value, eh?