Civil War

 

There's a lot of loose talk about civil war in the UK right about now, and that's understandable, their beloved rulers appear to be acting against the well-being of the people they've sworn to protect and serve. Witness two-tier policing, open borders malfeasance and just about every other crooked skulduggery you care to imagine. Net result? Civil war or some kind of rebellion, to put it mildly.

Hey, civil war talk was all the rage here a year or two ago for precisely the same reason, nooses down the Mall. But hold on, what would such a conflict look like? Maybe the Battle of the Crater helps to clarify things, in which a massive Union mine led to disastrous results.

Sobering, d'ye not think, and we've not even gotten into the Ukrainian brother war carnage. So maybe everyone should just simmer down and return to normalcy or "civility"? There's more than a few political philosophers with tenure that suggest such a thing. How irenic, and good luck with that. 

For what little it's worth, I feel we're past the point of no return, where there are no polite solutions to the nihilist assault on everything beautiful, good and true. But what do I know, I'm just a country preacher, living under the sylvan shade of the leafy glens of Old Texas, in the North Central Texas Exclusion Zone where every day is a foray into the preheating oven we call "Summer." 

Whatev, make your confession, go to Mass and wait for the new Franco. Spain's clearly in need.

Deus Vult,

LSP

A Short Sunday Sermon

 

Do you like sermons which go on for 30 or 40 minutes? I don't, and typically run outside for a cigarette and a cup of coffee, if available, while the preacher's banging on interminably. That in mind, I'll try to keep it short lest you lose interest and dive into the nearest gun shop.

The miraculous feeding of the 5000. Positive divine power proof that Jesus was God; mortals can't do such things. Our first lesson, the divinity of Christ, but what else? Start at the beginning of the passage and what do we find? Jesus stepping ashore from his boat, God made Man stepping onto the shore of the world, the Incarnation. Once there he beholds the crowd, the mass of broken humanity, and moved with compassion, cures the sick.

Behold the character of the Incarnate Word; full of compassion, with mercy, pity and love, he heals the sick. There on that shore it was physical disease, which points to a greater cure, our deliverance from sin and death, of being made whole again by the great physician of our souls. Where is this achieved?

On the Cross, and again the miraculous narrative points us to this, to the "lonely place apart" where the day is well-spent, to Gethsemane, the Praetorium, to Golgotha itself and the Cross, where our Lord cries out, "It is finished," and darkness covers the land even as he feeds us with the miraculous food of his body and blood.

Look what we have in just the first half of the Gospel passage, an outline of Christ's redemptive work, but we have to ask, where do we get this supernatural food? In the Eucharist, which is emphatically prefigured in the miracle. What happens?

There in the dark, recall his Passion, he takes the small offering of  5 loaves and two fish, signifying what? The Law and the Prophets, the 5 senses of Man sanctified, the sevenfold order of creation, Jesus himself who is the bread of life? All this perhaps and more and, having taken this up he blesses it, breaks it and gives it to the disciples to distribute.

He does the very same thing at the Last Supper, the first Eucharist, where from his compassion he feeds his disciples with the miraculous food of his body and blood shed for them on the Cross for the remission of their sins, for their healing and life. He does the same for us today in the Mass, where our Lord steps ashore to heal us, to make us whole again with God, nourishing us with the supernatural food of his body and blood.

What can we do in the face of such mystery? Draw near with faith to the sacrament of our Lord's Body and Blood, wherein the Great Physician heals us, forgiving our sins and raises us to eternal life.

God Bless,

LSP

Is The Church Of England Past Saving?

 

You go into Wells Cathedral Church of St. Andrew, a masterpiece of Gothic architecture once described as the "most beautiful" and "most poetic" of English cathedrals, and what do you see hanging above its knave altar? A giant inflatable rainbow dragon, floating gleefully above the grey-haired heads of the few people daring to attend the church's Eucharist.

So you flee in terror from the dragon, hoping to find peace in the contemplative, monastic stillness of a former Chapter House, but no. There's an inflatable blue snake waiting for you, coiled around the pillar upholding the minimalist fan vaulting of this once sacred space.

Why have they done this? Ostensibly, to bring mythical beasts drawn by long ago monks in the books of the cathedral library to life, and so encourage people, especially children, to go to the church. Because, you know, every kid loves a giant inflatable dragon or a big blue blow up snake. Snake's the word, the people behind this are desecrating a sacred space in the pretend hope of winning converts to a God they don't believe in, much less his architecture.

Moving on, we travel from bucolic Somerset to Chester and the North West, where "people aren't afraid to get their hands dirty." But they have, installing  Islamic "kiosks" in the Cathedral Church of Christ and the Blessed Virgin Mary. 

This used to be a Benedictine abbey before Henry VIII decided to loot the Church and create a whole new breed of millionaire. That heinous crime aside, why put up these monuments to Islam in the cathedral? Baffling, ain't it, but fortunately the internet tells us:

About the Kiosk Exhibition

Design & Concept: The structure draws on the visual language of traditional Persian garden pavilions (or "kiosks") associated with Islamic architecture, which were historically used for quiet thought and community gathering. [1, 2]

Materials: The installation's walls are uniquely constructed out of recycled, reclaimed wooden pews sourced from English churches and chapels, bridging different religious traditions and architectural histories. [1, 2]

Purpose: It serves as a contemplative space meant to spark conversations regarding social inclusion, diversity, and common ground among various communities. [1, 2]

We must thank God that the "installation's walls are uniquely constructed out of recycled, reclaimed wooden pews sourced from English churches and chapels." Excuse me, scoured from churches, why, because they're shut? Wow, at the very time when the people of England need their national Church to stand up bravely for the Faith they get this, inflatable dragons and outworn, exhausting, Cultural Marxist DEI slop.

In the meanwhile, their diversity hire leaderene's in Ghana, tearfully lamenting the trans Atlantic slave trade. What a good thing, then, that she's all about committing £100 million(?) of her Church's money to slavery reparations. What a preposterous use of the laity's money, money which could be used to fund clergy, parishes and churches. But no, blown off on yesteryear's BLM Leftist fad; no wonder the few people actually left in the pews are thinking of cancelling their giving. 

utterly useless

So, is the venerable if decidedly shrinking Church of England past the point of no return? If nothing changes, surely yes. The apostates, mountebanks and imposters have won, they're in charge. Yes indeed, but God, per Chesterton, has a way of cheating the prophets. What if, dare we imagine, that Christianity's great enemy, Islam, was to convert, in the UK and everywhere else.

There's a divine logic in that, and we can imagine the overthrow and consternation of our Western Hierarchs as it occurs. Well, one way or another the pendulum's going to swing, much to the discomfiture of the grifters and jobsworths currently in power. Not unlike Capitol Hill, when you think on it.

Cheers,

LSP

Magnum P.I.

 

There we were, overlooking New Street Covent Garden from the fastness of our eyrie when suddenly Magnum P.I. came on the visual juke box of the TV. Wow, hadn't seen that show in decades but what utter genius.  

Magnum's a P.I. hired by some rich guy in Hawaii to look after the interests of the estate. Nice, he gets a Ferrari out of it. He also get's Higgins, a comedy British Major who attempts to bring some kind of reality to Magnum's hi-jinx, and there's a helicopter flown by a black Nam vet, and some other inconsequential white dude.

Note Old Skool racial harmony

Whatever, Magnum sorts out all kinds of crimes in rare good form and style. Should Tom Selleck be President of our great nation? I vote yes, you may not, that's your call and mine. But before you cast your important vote, check out the awesomeness that is Magnum P.I. And as an aside, do you think Magnum would put up with Open Borders Bolshevism (OBB), whether in Spain, here or anywhere else?

Hillerman is most utterly awesome

Of course he wouldn't, and neither would anyone else apart from a Democrat, RINO, COE wymxn bishop or Labour MP. Time to say no to such errant rainbow nonsense.

Your Pal,

LSP

Get Out There

 

Get out there, but to do what, shoot guns, fish, sight-see and all of that? No, to visit the sick, in this case a man in the final stages of ALS, which is an awful disease. I administered Last Rites or Extreme Unction and he told me, afterwards, in a whisper, that he was "ready to go." What a good man and I pray for a miracle; you might pray for him too, his name's Jimmy and he's a vet who was awarded the Purple Heart in Vietnam.

Visit over, I headed back to HWY 6, Meridian and home via all kinds of rocky paths. I tell you, my friend lives in an interesting place, with cactus hills, mesquite and hilltop mansions, and you can picture the Commanche lookouts on the hilltops. Fortunately there were no savage Commanche, but I did drive through a small herd of Black Buck Gazelle as I rode to the gate. Exotic, and I'm sure you get the picture.

typical Black Buck Gazelle

 

In utterly unrelated news, some 80,000 Moslem savages have crossed into Spain's North African city, Cueta, facing Gibraltar. The border simply collapsed and the Communists in Madrid have done effectively nothing to stop the flood, what a surprise; something similar's happening in Melilla. Reports indicate Spain's police and army have stood down in the face of the invasion. Again, what a total, never would have guessed it surprise.

savages

Unwelcome surprise aside, pity the poor people in Cueta and Melilla, betrayed by their beloved nihilist Socialist Rulers. Perhaps, somewhere in Spain, there's someone ready to rise up and save their nation. Let's see, it's happened before. In the meanwhile pray for Jimmy, he's a good man.

Best,

LSP

Drive

 

The last couple of days has been all about driving, yes, mostly driving on the always-in-construction  I35. "Why," you ask yourself, "do you subject yourself to such tumult and misery?" 

Because, dear friends, a Guardsman had to be collected from Fort Hood, brought back to the Compound for an evening's R&R, and then taken to Ma LSP's in Dallas for a final installment before being driven to Terminal A at DFW for a flight back to Blighty. And someone else was going to Florida for some reason and had to be dropped off too. Two separate trips to the airport because timing. Net result?

Lots of driving on roads I typically avoid. How much better if we had a hi-speed train link to DFW instead of a grisly highway(s), but we don't. Apparently that's beyond us, at least for now, but it wasn't all bad, not by any means. The Guardsmen got a kick out of Hood and thoroughly enjoyed Texas, so much more free than nanny state UK.

I asked him as we sped to the airport in the rig, "Do they still hit you in Basic and have they lowered fitness standards so chicks can get in?" He laughed, "They do and when the MOD tells us not to we just say **** you and keep doing it. Paras the same." We shared Basic war stories, always enjoyable, and it seems not too much has changed.

Where will this young man go in the Guards? I don't know, but could see Warrant, which ain't shabby. Whatev, he had big fun visiting the kid at Hood and seeing Texas. It'll be hard for him to readjust to Aldershot, Catterick and all of that. 

In the meanwhile, young Sgt. LSP had a lot of fun with a fellow warrior from across the pond. Great result, bith want to get kinetic, Kyrie... And now? Back home in the sylvan groves of bucolic North Central Texas, which is no bad place to be.

Drive Safe,

LSP

Things Gonna Get Messy?

 

DJ Phelps lays out the scenario.

This is exactly how millions of American veterans feel. I’m one of them. We will take back our great nation. 🇺🇸 pic.twitter.com/ZHifKB8Ugt

— ReelGunslinger 🇺🇸 (@militarytard) July 27, 2026

Message to market UK/EU,

LSP

Gunpowder Therapy

 

It was only in the 90s, overcast and pleasant, so we loaded up some guns in the rig and headed out to the range for gunpowder therapy. You know what it's like, sometimes you just have to get out there and shoot, and that's what we did. First up, skeet, or "clays."

It's not hard, just swing into the vibe, put the bead on the orange biodegradable White Flyer bird and squeeze the trigger. Boom, smoke that clay, but would a young Irish Guardsman achieve that lofty goal on his first try? Yes, he did, and then some, most notably with a great value CZ O/U 20 field gun. Quick presentation and hey, it works without breaking your shoulder.

A US Army Sergeant operated as 2nd gun, shooting a vintage 870 Wingmaster 12. Pump. Boom. And I acted as thrower before rotating to both firearms. Have to say, the Wingmaster was Old Skool awesome but I like the fast action of the CZ 20. OK, it's not hand engraved/checkered amazingness but it works and works well, and you don't have to worry if its Turkish walnut gets dinged up in the field.

Next up? Pistols. Viz. 2 .38 Chief Specials (best being S&W) and 2 Glocks, a 13 and a 21 (9 & 45). The Guardsman grouped well with both Glocks but shot low left on the Green Terr, why? Trigger pull and lack of practice; you see, they're issued with Glock 13s in the Guards but I don't think they get much range time. Being a helpful and encouraging instructor, I suggested he hold at around 2 O Clock in the 8 ring (appx shoulder) and land center mass. Sure enough he did, then finished off with a good correction, holding center, hitting center.

Sergeant LSP shot really well. The pistol's his friend, more so than shotgun. Me? Shot last and punched out the X Ring by some weird quirk of shooting fate, and then we headed back to the Compound, all shot out. What a lot of fun.

Keen-eyed readers will note a wind turbine looming dystopian above the range. This is a new development and I don't like it one bit. In fact I really hate it. Have any of you run the money on this destruction of the country? 

As in: Who's paying for it and to what gain? I'm guessing taxpayer ca$h at the behest of our beloved rulers. Feel free to chime in and educate. In the meanwhile, what a good day. We finished off with burgers and brats on the grill, delicious. 

Shoot On,

LSP

Islandlwana

 

Picture the scene. Early morning in the NCTEZ (North Central Texas Exclusion Zone) and the sun's rising fiercely in the East making the back deck untenable, so you advance to the cool shade of the front porch, strong coffee in hand and 1928 BCP Morning Prayer complete. You're met by your cohort who rocks gently on the porch swing as you announce, "I say, you'll never guess what I did last night."

Pan to a quizzical eyebrow, it's almost too hot to speak, and you expound, "Yes, I watched Zulu, the movie." Now, all three of you readers of this shallow mind blog know exactly what that means, Isandlwana, the horrific 1879 defeat of a small British battlegroup by a far larger Zulu army. Yes, you know this, but Front Porch Joint Command was uncertain, "You mean some kind of horrible Victorian African war?" Exactly so, and we changed the subject.

Front porchery aside, Isandlwana sent such shockwaves through Great Britain that I was being taught about it, with a degree of reverence, let the reader understand, in the 1970s, same with the Indian Mutiny. No wonder, many of our teachers were former officers who'd served the Empire and fought the Hun to boot. But back on point.

Isandlwana. What a total, tragic failure on Great Britain's part, a lot of good men killed through sheer, bone-headed incompetence and upper class hubris, see Lord Chelmsford and associates. Well, you can read about the disaster on the internet, which details the defeat of some 1,500 Martini Henry wielding troops by around 12,000 spear chucking savages who somehow stumbled on Hannibal's famous flanking maneuver. Bad show, Chelmsford, and well done boys for rallying at Rorke's Drift, which reminds me.

Many, many years ago I let a rifle (L1A1/SLR) fall to the ground at a training range and my Platoon Commander gave the old drop and do 50, which I did. Half way through he asked, "Royal Regiment of Wales, name a battle honour." I replied, "Rorke's Drift," and he stumped off, a British South African, curiously.

So there you have it. Watch Zulu or Zulu Dawn, most awesome. If you already have, watch 'em again.

Cheers,

LSP

Rapscallions

 

Look, a couple of ne'er do wells exploring a CQB range at Ft. Hood. By way of background, my Irish Guards nephew was invited to Company PT this morning, which included some kind of Mad Max relay race with a Humvee and then the boys were off. To do what? Tour the post, not least all these CQB/MockTown ranges. Seems like Brits had been to one of them before:

You know what? We moan and gripe about the collapse of Western Civ, and rightly so, but it's not over yet, not by a long way. On point, these young men don't vote Left, and guess what? They're armed. That in mind, I went fishing while the boys were knocking about, and that was good too, tranquil.

Your Best Pal,

LSP

US Army Meets Irish Guards

 

Two boys, US Army, Irish Guards. Great combo.

Cheers,

LSP

Compounding Interest

 

One of the neat things about this rural Texan haven is that you get to visit other peoples' compounds, and this one was pretty neat. Woods, a field with a tank, chickens and turkeys, and all kinds of veg in raised bed planters. These people won't go hungry come the Eschaton; all 'round cheer. Why the cheer?

Because it was a joint birthday party for kids and adults and great good fun, no side. No, just good people having fun under the big Texan sky, and not least the kids. These are homeschooled and hugely well mannered and literate, just like kids used to be before the commie DOE destroyed them.

Seriously, what pleasant children and I say that as a founder member of the King Herod Society, a most prestigous club. Conviv at an end, there were invites to fish for MONSTER bass at a neighbor's pond/lake and shoot dove come September at the nearest tank. Result. But that's for the future.

In the meanwhile, I applaud these people for getting out of the Metrosprawl and setting up in the halcyon woods of Bosque County. More importantly, raising their children right, away from the leftist nihilsm of our taxpayer funded school system No hyperbole.

We pay serious money to Leftist mountebanks who hate our culture, religion and race to educate our kids, and then wonder why they're so messed up. Problem. Solution? Sidestep the Marxists and tutor your kids at home, it can and is being done to good effect.

Party over, I waved a cheery goodbye, "See you at Mass tomorrow." 

Cheers,

LSP

Investment Strategy

 

Here at the Compound we're kicking back with cold white wine, it's like ICE and Texas in July, and considering investment strategies. Guess what, we've decided on WOTF (Wake Of The Flood) index funds. Call it a hedge if you like, call it sound common sense based on the technicals, the underlying real world value of the thing. Here, check out the prospectus:

Wake of the Flood. What will that look like when when the tide runs out on the way we live now? Pretty messy unless you're long WOTF. In related news, you may have noticed we're at war with Iran again. How many of you voted for that?

Cheers,

LSP

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BONUS TRACK

Now we're talkin'.

Fish On

 

Old But Gold

You know what it's like. There's a brief lull in the relentless War on the Weather and you decide to take advantage by going fishing. Relax, behold the mighty Brazos, cast a line, reflect on Sunday's message, aka homily. For us who follow the annoying, complex and new-fangled Lectionary it's all about the Gospel of the Wheat and Tares, or "weeds" because no one in 2026 is supposedly literate enough to know what a tare is.

Perhaps they're not, perhaps the written word's falling into abeyance because screens have cancelled out actual books, producing a whole generation of functionally illiterate people destined to serf class under the literate boss class. Kinda medieval, and I recall an old buddy telling my two gamer sons, we were fishing for bass, "Boys, the Boss Class reads, do you want to be part of that?" 

They chanted "Yes!" and then proceeded to shout out, "We caught a fish!" Their first, a mighty, no kidding, bass. Good work kids and thanks GWB, their first fish, which is no small thing, especially a leaping,  fighting, large as you like bass.

What a lot of fun, but do those boys read? They do, but mostly via screens. This isn't the same as opening an actual book with literal pages, made out of paper and all of that. No. That in mind, are we descending into illiterate barbarism? Yes, we probably are. Behold the devolution of our culture in even the last few decades, and it's accelerating. That in mind, did I catch any fish today?

No, I did not, they were lying low under a surface screen of turtles, massive algae and heat shock. Undaunted, I cast off, trying piscine luck. No bites not even one, and then the rain sheeted down and I drove for home, back to the security of the Compound and the shelter of its porch. Don't worry, fish, we'll be back.

Tight Lines,

LSP

Playlist

 

Mr Wild, respect. Great call.

Senor RHT goes for a classic.

get off the couch, hippies

And nice one Pewster

Rock on kids,

LSP

Jukebox Monday

 

OK, so there you are, hunkered down at some bar to escape the relentless rain. So whaddya do? Sling a Quarter in the juke and dial up a tune to make the world go by. Right on. We choose SPIRIT. Remember them? They had a line, that's for sure:

But that's just a first call, the night is young. Over to you, punters.

Cheers,

LSP

Moar Rain

 

Wake up at first light to the sound of thunder, the flash of lightning and rain lashing against the timber and old flowing glass of the Compound. Exciting stuff and the next step's clear; get up, make strong covfefe, feed the animals while you're at it and note how they way prefer rainwater to tap. Less poison in rainwater, you see, unless they've been chemtrailing.

Mission accomplished, advance to the front porch, a room in itself, and coffee in hand take in the rain. Beautiful. Of course if you're living in Wales rain isn't such a big deal, it happens all the time, but this is Texas and you'd be wrong not to enjoy every drop of it.

That said, there's a fair chance this small rural haven will be washed away in the flood because water's scheduled to fall from the sky all week. Who knows what will survive, if anything at all. "If only," we'll say, "we'd paid our weather tax and covered the land with solar panels and giant wind turbines. Then none of this would've happened."

Have you noticed how powerful people who pushed this money making settled science have an odd habit of buying seafront mansions? It's as though they'd somehow forgotten the ice caps were going to melt.

Cheers,

LSP

It's Raining

 

It's raining in Hill County and it's blissful after weeks of ling in a preheating oven. Perhaps you know the scent of the thing, of skywater falling on parched Texan land, the smell of cedar, limestone and prairie unlocked by the rain. The genius AI internet robot puts it like this:

The air carries a heavy scent of moist limestone and cedar (juniper) combined with rich, musty prairie soils. The higher humidity right before a storm actually makes human senses of smell keener, allowing locals to literally "smell the weather" coming in off the plains.

 

Can you smell the weather? Yes you can, and I love the rain. Of course if this was Wales, say Aberystwyth, I wouldn't be so keen on the thing but here in Hill County it's a blessing, rain on.

In other news, popular Reform politician Anne Widdecombe was murdered last week, and Senator Lindsey Graham has died of a sudden illness shortly after visiting a drone factory in the Ukraine, quite a thing. Did the Russians do it? Who knows, though it seems Rainbow Warhawk Lindsey was alive when he arrived back in the States.

Perhaps the bellicose Senator simply died of a heart attack instead of a nasty dose of the Kremlins, who knows. Likewise, Widdecombe's death remains a mystery and UK police are apparently baffled, though eager to tell the world her murder wasn't an act of terrorism and some overweight white guy from northern England was probably the killer, or not. Magnum mysterium.

For the record, I didn't know Warlord Lindsey, but I did know Anne Widdecombe and liked her. She was a big mover in a now mostly forgotten group in the Church of England, Women Against The Ordination of Women (WAOW). They failed, sadly, and Anne went on to become a Roman Catholic. May she rest in peace.

Meanwhile, thunder sounds like a Pak Front and lightning arcs from the sky even as we rain down missiles on Persia.

God bless,

LSP

A Day In The Life & Robert E Lee

 

It's been busy, as in driving to Waco to visit the faithful in hospital, visiting Dallas on exeat and returning to the sylvan groves and leafy boulevards of this small Texan farming community in North Central Texas, some call it the Exclusion Zone. Others call it a "dirt town." No, that'd be Malone or Itasca. Whatever, this morning's evolution went like this, in case all three of you are interested.

Get up and give thanks to God that everyone's still standing, no small thing. Wash up, make strong covfefe, take a cone off the head of a spayed cat, she's relieved, and let the cat loose outside to kill rats. Feed the dog before she dies of utter starvation. Yum, delicious nuggets for you. Then say Morning Prayer (1928 BCP) and head off to Mission #2. Why?

Because we meet there on the 2nd Saturday of the month for breakfast and a presentation on a book or idea. It's called a reading cliub in the hope that it'll encourage people to actually read and it's pretty popular, everyone likes it. Today was an open forum, viz. tell us about a great American who inspires you in the Faith. I chose General Lee, for good reason. Here's Ike, writing in 1960:

Dear Dr. Scott: 

Respecting your August 1 inquiry calling attention to my often expressed admiration for General Robert E. Lee, I would say, first, that we need to understand that at the time of the War between the States the issue of secession had remained unresolved for more than 70 years. Men of probity, character, public standing and unquestioned loyalty, both North and South, had disagreed over this issue as a matter of principle from the day our Constitution was adopted. 

General Robert E. Lee was, in my estimation, one of the supremely gifted men produced by our Nation. He believed unswervingly in the Constitutional validity of his cause which until 1865 was still an arguable question in America; he was a poised and inspiring leader, true to the high trust reposed in him by millions of his fellow citizens; he was thoughtful yet demanding of his officers and men, forbearing with captured enemies but ingenious, unrelenting and personally courageous in battle, and never disheartened by a reverse or obstacle. Through all his many trials, he remained selfless almost to a fault and unfailing in his faith in God. Taken altogether, he was noble as a leader and as a man, and unsullied as I read the pages of our history. 

From deep conviction, I simply say this: a nation of men of Lee’s calibre would be unconquerable in spirit and soul. Indeed, to the degree that present-day American youth will strive to emulate his rare qualities, including his devotion to this land as revealed in his painstaking efforts to help heal the Nation’s wounds once the bitter struggle was over, we, in our own time of danger in a divided world, will be strengthened and our love of freedom sustained. 

Such are the reasons that I proudly display the picture of this great American on my office wall. 

Sincerely,

Dwight D. Eisenhower 

Well you couldn't put it better than that. By way of footnotes: Lee was a complete gentleman, and his immediate subordinates and men loved him. He had aura and command presence, not least because his command was outstanding; he led his outnumbered and outgunned troops through a string of victories, culminating in the Chancellorsville Campaign, with brilliant daring and excellence. Was there ever such a captain in the annals of modern war?

Winston Churchill didn't think there was and Eisenhower's plaudit speaks for itself. Regardless of your thoughts or views on the Northern War of Aggression, spare a moment to reflect on General Lee, perhaps the greatest American commander to date. You can imagine his opinion of Virginia and the present state of the nation itself.

Deo Vindice,

LSP

Compounding

 

There's compounds and there's Compounds. Some have a beautiful lakeside view, swimming pool and several houses. Others do not, such as my Compound which is wretchedly short of a pool. Still, there's a fraternity amongst us all and we enjoy the benefit of it.

In this case, a beautiful view of the lake (Whitney), a crystal clear pool, frolicking deer and all of that. Not so bad, what a pleasant set up. Banned, I'd imagine, in Europe because class envy/politics, aka Socialism. What a great creed until you run out of other peoples' money.

In other news, it seems we've launched against Iran, again. What can I say? If at first you don't succeed, try, try, and try again. Let's hope this latest effort results in victory. Maybe that victory means the US taking all the dam oil and imposing a new rules based world order, late Roman Republic style. Good call, and 47 kinda fits the bill as Pompey, but where's Caesar? Hiding in the wings, obviously.

SPQR,

LSP