Out & About - An Update

 

Where exactly? You ask in that exasperated kind of way. Well I'll spare you the detail but I've been in the UK, in London, in the beating heart of what was once the greatest empire in the world. Alas no longer, but the place's architecture reflects its glorious past.

Speaking of which, many of the city's Clubs still remain and I love them all, each good in their various way. That said, I enjoy the Reform on Pall Mall, utterly congenial, and if you stay there you get breakfast in the Coffee Room (Dining Room), which ain't shabby. 

So week one was all about setting up in Pall Mall and entertaining old friends in pleasant surroundings. Week two began with Sung Mass at St. Peter's London Docks, which is thriving, followed by outstanding beef from the trolley at the East India Club on St. James Square. Man, I tell you, their Sunday beef is exceptional, try it out if you get the chanace.

Then, the following day, ride the rails to Cheltenham and behold the slightly faded splendour of this beautiful spa town which used to be your home back in the mists of time. Still lovely, no doubt about it, but somehow more shabby. A friend who lives there agreed, "It's because they don't clean the streets and there's far more louts." He had a point.

Cheltenham over, drift back to London and a few nights in Soho followed by a weekend at the Reform and Sunday Mass at the Brompton Oratory. I love the Oratory and you might too. Oriented Latin Novus Ordo, recording quality music and the place is packed, there must've been well over a thousand souls at the Solemn High on Sunday.

Next step. Stroll down Knightsbridge with one of your sisters for yet another perfect Sunday lunch at the East India, followed by tea at the In & Out. Hey, if it's not broke, don't fix it. And this week? Just taking it easy, striding about town and visiting old haunts and friends before flying back to the great state of Texas on Friday.

All this by way of update, analysis, ahem, to follow.

Cheers,

LSP

Shoot

 

"Do you even know what an actual firearm looks like, much less actually is, so-called LSP?" you ask in that wondering kind of tone, and I don't blame you. For a self-advertised Texan theological gun blog, this shallow kebob stand on the information superhighway is strangely silent about shooting. Maybe, you think, the PR was always a ruse.

Not so fast and steady on, all you punters. Shooting's definitely a part of the old LSP lifestyle, but in fairness to you it used to be more so. There's been an hiatus, a gap in the onetime daily pressure of finger on trigger, I admit that. But today everything changed.

A white limbed punter

"Join us for a shoot!" invited a friend across the airwaves, and so I did, climbing into the truck with a CZ O/U 20, a box of clays, thrower and a valupak of shells. A few minutes later I was at the ranch and saying hi to a fine body of men, all armed up with pistols, shotguns, ARs, an SKS, AK, HK, all kinds of levers and there you have it, a veritable cacophany of guns.

We set up three stations, skeet/shotgun, rifle, pistol and had at it. I went in for skeet and loved the quick presentation and sheer niftiness of the CZ 20, "Pull!" boom, skeet smoked quick as a flash. Everyone else had 12s and were envious because guess what, you can shoot a 20 all afternoon and not get a dislocated shoulder or cheekbone. Gets the job done with way less aggro, sorta thing. 

Seth beholds scope

Moving on to rifles, I enjoyed a .357 Magnum Cimmaron (?) lever, a beautiful rifle and, in the right hands, deadly. Levers, don't you think, are the forgotten "assault rifle," because presumably they don't have pistol grips and deadly exterior magazines. Well, my off-hand shooting with this repro classic wasn't very good but what a lot of fun to work the action and send rounds down range in hope of steel.

Next up, some pistol plinking at close range, and I enjoyed a S&W .22 revolver, what a lot of mechanical fun. Star of the show, apart from various full auto mods? A suppressed Bergara , chambered in 6.5 and topped with a worthy Leupold scope. 

Man, I tell you, that sleek little beast shot with unerring accuracy out to our max 400 yards steel and doubtless could have gone way further, all with factory ammo to boot. 1 pound trigger pull! Huh, clearly not something you're going to take out in the brush, I don't think, but most awesome at the long or longish distance range. Huge fun.

Then, as dusk drew in, we fell back to the ranch house for delicious food and tall tales of Thomist philosophy, urban planning, fly fishing, Oxyrhynchus Papyri, the Great Replacement, and all of that. You'll be interested to know that this house has a TOWER. Yes, a tower, and that suggestions for a minigun emplacement were well received.

There you have it, a good day was had by all. Have you noticed how free men can defend themselves and slaves can't?

2A,

LSP

All I Want Is A Tower

 

Some of you opt for Eagles' nests on the Mogollon Rim, others choose a few bucolic acres away from the madding crowd to set up Battlefarm Collectives and run chicken operations. Fair play, nothing wrong with that, at all, but I want a tower.

A tower with good overwatch and a commanding view of plain and sea, a tower which serves as a bastion of Faith and Civilization in a world fast descending into barbarism. On the ground floor there'd be a Hall, with massive fires and frequent feasting, also armories.

Upstairs you'll find bedrooms, Ladies' Living Rooms, more fires, and on the top of the thing, serious armament and maybe some kind of radar, perhaps a sound system to boot. This would play patriotic tunes to dismay third world savage invaders whilst the miniguns cut loose.

I believe you can buy these towers in Ireland or, in Texas, build them yourself.

Have at it,

LSP

MAY DAY

 

Well it's all a larf 'til you wake up and demon's gnawing on your pal's shin bone. Look, here's a video, warning -- language!

Terrifying, eh? Draw the moral as you take it.

Cheers,

LSP