Showing posts with label Bakhmut. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bakhmut. Show all posts

Monday, May 8, 2023

Incendiary

 


Now imagine that was the Metroplex. Of course such a thing could never, ever, ever, ever happen here. So go on, load up the .50s and count yourself a lucky fella.



Your Best Pal,

LSP


Saturday, March 4, 2023

History Rhymes

 

a cautionary tale


Years ago I used to get a ride into Oxford from Wootton, near Woodstock, in a half-timbered Morris Minor. "What was it like, at the end of war?" I asked the driver. He paused and, doubtless taking pity on me because I was eight years old and a child replied. "They were incredibly disciplined, even in retreat," and on we drove.

Pan to the Bakhmut pocket. Do you think, mind-band punters, that history rhymes? Russian guns, it seems, are a constant, as is the West's perennial push to take out and own Moscow. All hail the Panzers. We nearly got there in '41, and then we didn't, Rudel and Wittman notwithstanding.


Stuka Rudel

Today? The West finds itself on exactly the wrong side of the bet it's wagered everything on. Viz. We'll never, ever, ever have to fight a conventional war again ever again and after all, all those immigrant votes don't come cheap. Doubt me? Just examine the risible state of UKLF.

Whatever and oops, 30,000++ shells a day argue otherwise, all you Ivy League, OxBridge morons. And here's a thought, maybe you'd be better off organizing tranny pantomime than FORPOL. 


Panzer Whittman

In the meanwhile, Bakhmut's heading for a fall, despite Russia's lack of ammunition, computer chips, fighting ability, supply lines, common sense, people, slavic idiocy, corruption, washing machines,  (enough - Ed.).

So, and with utter respect to the fallen on both sides, perhaps history rhymes.

Best,

LSP

Wednesday, March 1, 2023

Fog of War



You can imagine, Sunday Mass at Mission #1 said and there you are, relaxing on the back porch with a cup of coffee and reading war reports out of Bakhmut. All well and good until a beating and pounding against your fence breaks the stillness.


What?!? Lo and behold, a loose dog was going hard against one of Eduardo's exotic ducks. Now, I'm not a betting man but odds on the dog and devil take the hindmost, eh? Not so fast, punters. Three minutes into the contest and the duck had not only driven off the dog but flown back into the safety of its compound.


Typical Duck/Dog Fight


There it was, wings splayed in fight-mode, strutting amongst its fellow ducks while the dog sat in the front yard of Elrond's Elf Lodge, aka The Florist's, ignominious defeat seemingly forgotten. I couldn't help but think Blue would've made a better show, but he's old now and didn't notice, being deaf and blind.




Excitement over, it was time to drive through mystical fog to the lake for Mass #2, and there you have it. Draw the moral as you will, not least, don't put all your money on the dogs.

Your Friend,

LSP

Saturday, February 25, 2023

War

 


I hesitate to post on the war because all of you know far more about it than I do and, to be fair, there's not much glory in being an armchair general even if the chair's solidly ensconced in your favorite club's Coffee Room, and the General's baton's a glass of vintage.

Disclaimer over, where are we at? Pretty deep financially, with moar cash flowing to the Ukraine in one year than we spent on the entirety of the Afghan adventure. Sorry, Ohio, there's other priorities in play and don't say 10% to the Big Guy.

Militarily? If you've read the news over the last year you might be surprised that AZOV hasn't retaken the Crimea and KRAKEN aren't at the gates of Moscow. Early reports of Russia's idiotically useless and corrupt attempt at military action were perhaps premature.


Hanna

That in mind, brother Rus appears to have shifted from a failed attempt at NATO style precision to what they seemingly do best, lobbing thousands of shells per day at the enemy. "The Russian guns," said Der Fuhrer from his bunker as the indefatigable Hanna Reitsch flew in to Berlin in the Reich's hour of need.

We, in the meanwhile, are running out of ammo to send our eastern proxies and, lo and behold, China, Russia and Iran grow closer by the day. Here's a warning shot via Will Schryver:



Surely Schryver's wrong. We are most clearly ruled by prescient philosopher God Kings. Or would that be satanic nihilists. Just a thought.

Your call,

LSP

Wednesday, January 11, 2023

Ost Front

 



The Russkies have taken Soledar, in Mosul, Fallujah style. What can we say, all hail Wagner, and let's see how this develops. Probably in a Bakhmut kind of way. Regardless, and food for thought.

Has anyone ever underestimated Russia? Napoleon and Hitler, I'm looking at you. Just a thought. In the meanwhile, pray hard for the boys on both sides of the meat grinder. Pray harder still for the dark souls who sent them there.

Your Pal,

LSP

Saturday, November 26, 2022

Pictures of War

 









And more



Verdun on left

The people driving this slaughter deserve the greatest penalty. UKR forces at Bakhmut have, apparently, been given several hours to surrender by end of play tomorrow.

That would be the first Sunday of Advent. Kyrie Eleison, Lord have mercy. And as we pray this, pray too that we don't descend into the same hell. I mean that most seriously.

Pax,

LSP