Monday Regroup

 

After various chores, which included a trip to heavily tattooed Walmart, I picked up an handheld computing device and dialed LL:

Leftist Malfeasance

"I say, Colonel, are you ready for the Burning Man muster?" He held back, non-plussed, "I don't want to hang with dirty hippies, even if they are rich." I thought about this and replied, "But you do understand we shall be charging them, as in cavalry charge, starting off at one end of the Playa and ending at another. Command leading, I trust you're part of our forward echelon?"

Apologies to Congo Compton 

I needn't have asked, "Of course I'm in, but we need a dog pack to harry the hippies." A "dog pack"? What did this mean, war dogs?!? Yes, a solid 10,000 dogs, brigade strength, unleashed on rich, Bay Area rainbow hippies after drone swarms have done their worst. Picture the snarling fury.

Imagine, drones attack, dogs attack, a ferocious brigade of them, then Cav sweeps in and destroys an enemy in disarray. "Are you part of this, Horse Sarn't Major?" Affirmative. In fairness, it was an easy bet, not that I'm a betting man, go on and visit the monkey, eh?

Know You're Enemy

See you all at the muster,

LSP

PS. Provide your own mounts.

I Will Go Unto The Altar Of God

 

Intriobo ad altare Dei, I will go to the altar of God. For me that means saying Mass at Mission #1, which is right next door, and Mission #2, which is some 20 minutes drive away by Lake Whitney. What a privilege that is! To consecrate the elements of bread and wine such that they become the Body and Blood of Christ, what can we say? Domine non sum dignus, Lord I am not worthy.

Powerful, and so was our Gospel text for the day, in which Christ says to Peter, "Get thee behind me Satan!" Why Satan? Because Peter was offering Christ demonic counsel, tempting him to abandon the way of the Cross and thence salvation. Of course the Devil did the same thing in the wilderness at the outset of Christ's ministry, offering him all the kingdoms of the world, only to be met with the same rebuke given to Peter.

Get thee behind me Satan! Use those words when attacked by the unclean spirit. Speaking of which, Burning Man is on and so is the Notting Hill Stabfest Carnival. I should avoid both places if I were you, though it might be fun to put together several big horse trailers and do some light cav "performance art." Perhaps it'd look something like this.

There you are, lined up in formation at one end of the hot, hot Playa, heat shimmering off the sand as hellish techno beats dully in the demonic distance. A bugle calls, sharp and clear, and it's sabers out; Command moves forward at a walk, leading, then it's all acceleration, trot, canter, gallop, sabers down, run, charge! 

You can imagine the rich hippies being caught at a disadvantage. Gentlemen, on breaking through to the other side, circle 'round and seize their baggage train, what little of it's worth keeping.

So, get thee behind me Satan! 

Cheers,

LSP