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

Soldier Gets A Ride

 

Here's the deal. Back in the day I told the Private that he could have my rig when he passed Basic and AIT. I, like a champion, would go out boldly and get a new one, a better one, and he could have the old beast. But things went sideways, the plan went awry.

The new Specialist returns from Korea and truck$ were stupidly expensive, "Son, because MillSoc incompetence and wrecking you must wait." Then truck$$ get even more ridiculously pricey, thanks, Xiden, and the kid has to wait some more, until yesterday.

A White Car

Cash in hand we marched into Barron's used car lot. "We want to buy a car, yes, cash on the nail." And that's exactly what happened. One 2015, 100k on the clock Kia later and the soldier drives off with his first vehicle. Nice and easy.

Park Up

Great result, and so much better than options on hand in Killeen, where they apparently gouge the troops; he was fixing to buy a '12 Merc for 13k but had a moment of clarity... thank God. 

Random DLC Spoon

So there you have it. Now the soldier's got a ride at a reasonable price and can nav the Fort on his own as opposed to scrounging lifts from somebody else. The plan evolves.

Parentally,

LSP

Texas is Golden

 

The Mass was offered, ite missa est, go it is sent, and I drove back to the Compound in a golden haze of sunset. It reminded me of the final hour of a dove hunt and I asked myself, "Why is Texas so awesome?" wondering at the providence of it all. 

But why. Frontier spirit, big skies, the world's tenth or eleventh highest GDP, putting the Lone Star State above lesser countries such as Canada, Australia and Mexico? Well yes, opportunity, energy and growth, there is that, to say nothing of relative sanity compared to prison gulags like Australia and New York.

Maybe that's part of it. Unlike Alberta, no one here's about to tell you to get a serf vaxxport before you can enter a store. You can even clean the shotguns and pistols you don't have, put 'em in your rig and go out and shoot in a friend's field, we have that freedom. Texas and liberty, two very large things to conjure with.

Let's pray they continue to walk hand in hand. In the meanwhile, it's time to fry up some absurdly cheap, pre-Bidenflation steak. What?!? 

Yes, we can eat steak here in Texas, if you know where to look. It's hard to find but you can still get it, as opposed to the soylent cubes and insect hash doled out by our transnational elite, private jet, island owning Millionaire Socialist rulers.

#2A,

LSP

And So It Begins

 

And so it begins, empty shelves at the local Made-in-China mart. Sorry, serfs, no luncheon meat for you. And anyway, you wouldn't appreciate it if you had it, much less steak, which we've priced far beyond your reach.

Yes, no more meat for you. But don't worry, there will be other food, nutritious food which doesn't destroy fragile planet earth, our island home. Straight from you to table, recycled. Patriotic even, food for the people from the people.

But seriously, why should we expect people who enthusiastically support, who champion killing babies in the womb at the point of birth, to have anything like a moral compass. What would they not do? At this point of Hideous Strength, I'd say all the cards are on the table. The Abolition of Man is well underway. Pro tip, read those books.

In the meanwhile, make sure you've got plenty of food, water, wine and bullets before the Eschaton hits. If it doesn't? Give even more to the poor, bonus.

Your Apocalyptic Friend,

LSP

What A Good Day

 

You know what it's like, some days are sluggish, unproductive, but not this day. Say Morning Prayer, read the news, then drive to Whitney for breakfast with one of the flock. What a good guy, he has a ranch outside of Valley Mills and scorns our Globalist, Illuminati, MillSoc Overlords as much as the best of us. Fun to shoot with, too.

So that was good and before you could whistle Dixie there I was, back at the Compound getting stuck in to the next evolution. Viz. Get a magazine ready to send to a printer in the DFW metrosprawl. 

Defende Nos

"Text Frame Options," "Place," "Draw Text Frame," choose compelling graphic to illustrate articles you hopefully don't have to rewrite, and all of that. Seriously, sometimes you have to wonder, is English your first language. 

17 Buck Threeper

Well it pretty much was in this instance and I got the job done, result. Sharp looking book, off to press you go. Next step? Drive out to the lake church and say Mass, always uplifting, and stop by a country supermarket on the way for provisions. Lo and behold, they had a Threeper at pre-Bidenflation prices. Wow. Buy it and thank God for his great goodness.

Chilled

Now, back in this congenial if asset-stripped Texan farming community, it's time to celebrate the several victories of the day.

Cheers,

LSP