Just Some Tunes

 

A rambunctious soldier's just strolled in on a weekend pass, and that's all good. We're watching patriotic tunes, and that's good too. As is the DOGE$ rally, wen Lambo?

States Rights and Dixie Forever,

LSP

Let That Sink In

 

Like him, love him, hate him, the world's richest man wins a prize for top level alpha trolling. Yes, Elon Musk strolled into Twitter's swanky hi-tech millionaire socialist HQ in San Franscisco carrying a sink. "Let that sink in," tweeted Musk in a typical bout of internet jollity as he prepared to take over the leftist social media giant.

But Elon wasn't kidding, let the firings begin. Per Zerohedge:

Just minutes after the world's richest man has reportedly closed the $44 billion deal, The NYTimes reports that, according to sources that declined to be identified, the Twitter executives who were fired include:

            Parag Agrawal, Twitter’s chief executive.

            Ned Segal, the chief financial officer.

            Vijaya Gadde, the top legal and policy executive,

            (censorship czar) 

            Sean Edgett, the general counsel.

At least one of the executives who was fired was escorted out of Twitter’s office, they said.

 

Where will they go, these fired multi-millionaire tech socialists , Tik Tok, Meta, Linkedin, Pinterest? Who knows, maybe they'll just retire on their severance. According to Zero, Agrawal is set to receive  $38.7 million, Segal is set to receive $25.4 million and Vijaya Gadde will leave with $12.5 million. Nice payback, eh?

And what cost socialism. Some pigs, gentle readers, are more equal than others or to put it another way, "the bell tolls for the end of the first chapter of Twitter's life as a deep state narrative-enabling machine." Let's see how that works out.

In the meanwhile, well done Elon for running around Twister HQ with a sink, credit where credit's due. And please feed the DOGE$, everyone's favorite pup's been sleeping for far too long. Oh, and restore the banned LSP account, thx.

Cheers,

LSP

Musk Rocks Neil Young is an Idiot

And in the darkness bind them https://t.co/BvxR4HTTq1

— Elon Musk (@elonmusk) January 27, 2022

You may think that Elon Musk, the world's richest man, is strange and weird but he's got Covid tyranny down. In the darkness bind them. Well said, Mr. Musk, and how willingly they're bound.

Canadian truckers rule

— Elon Musk (@elonmusk) January 27, 2022

Unless you're a Canadian trucker and Elon, who loves the Peoples' Currency, DOGE$, is all in favor of the Convoy. Canadian truckers rule. But how to defeat Justine and associated rainbow safety tyrants? 

 

Vote them out

— Elon Musk (@elonmusk) January 27, 2022

Good call but do we still have that luxury ? In the meanwhile, Neil Young's an idiot.

Your Pal,

LSP

Awake!

 

DOGE$. Buy in or not. Your call. 

Pals,

LSP

Dogs

 

Dogs are barking ferociously here, it's a right ruckus.

The Peoples Coin and it's an adorable Shiba Inu to boot

They celebrate the People's Currency

Hedge Fund

Which ran hard today. Good pup.

See you on the Moon and/or the Detroit Caddy

Where will it end, $28, $69, $420? Hey, I'd settle for a buck and call it a good game well played. But in the meanwhile we hold, diamond hands, in for the long haul. That in mind, let's see everyone's favorite internet magic meme token explode in value as trad fiat implodes in catastrophic Gotterdamerung.

Now there's a warning for us all.

Do only good every day,

LSP

Country Life

 

We were standing in a field, in the country. "Dam, LSP, with these clowns in charge anything could happen." Thus spoke my friend, a Master Plumber, and I agreed, "Ain't that the truth. Looks to me like the cheese slid off the cracker."

He didn't argue, "Slid off and fixin' to hit the ground." Spit, "Point being, I don't trust banks, 'specially with this $600 IRS bullsh*t. Don't want no part of that." Yes, and we gazed at the big Texan horizon and a pile of old T posts laying there nonchalantly in the sun while time slowed down.

"Thing is," I offered, remembering a bloodied monkey, "Put the cash in a safe and wake up and find USD$'s worth 2 Cents. That's great until it's not." My friend stared aggressively at a rusting pile of scrap iron, laying there under the glaring October sun, "I like the safe strategy, but there is that."

Another pause and a fat dove flew over, "Boom!" we went in tandem, airgunning cerulean, "If we were loaded up that'd be two misses, or maybe four dove. Limit out." My pal grinned through his Oakleys, "Gotta invest in something man, park that cash. Silver?"

My mind went back to a roll-on, a great weight of sterling and a ferocious simian, "I know all about that." Meanwhile, lazy birds flew overhead in the absence of flak and I thought fiduciary, "So where you gonna put that money, fella? How about DOGE$?"

A nod towards an horizon not long tamed, "I got that dog coin, and plenty of him. Not fixing to sell. Unloading Bit and Ether tho. Sell those coins. And it's all good as long we got phones."

"And internet?"

"Yes."

We thought about this and then wisdom opened the door, "You know the old country saying?" My friend turned his head, "What?" I replied, "They ain't making anymore land." Minds met as one, exactly. 

I file this exciting and true post under "country life" and "anything else I care to think about." Also under "concealed carry." Better safe than sorry, what?

Mind how you go,

LSP

Blue's Investment Fund

 

It's a pump and dump, a tulip, you're gonna get burned, big time, holding the bag. Excuse me, fella, you don't like dogs? That said, we ignored the MSM FUD, Blue and I, and invested in the internet's most popular dog-faced crypto. That was back in February and it's been a bumpy ride, a roller coaster, even.

One week it's at 6 cents, the next at 70 and boom, down to 20 before surging to wherever. Net result? A few thousands of hypothetical USD$ profit. Good work, pup, this Lambo's not going to buy itself. Then last night happened, a surge, from 30 cents to >40. Whoa. Diamonds are created under pressure. I called up LL:

What you gonna do when we hit Moon? Buy a Quadcopter?

No, I want a yacht, bigger than Bezos'.

I get that. You can land the quad on the yacht. And start a Navy, a contract Navy.

 

Point being, USN will be so distracted in the coming years with filling trans quotas and decommissioning LCS that it won't be able to deploy. 

Enter Contract Navy, funded by... everyone's fave crypto. A de-fi currency, store of value, free of Big State thievery, a kind of Buccaneer Coin, branded with an adorable Shiba. You do the math.

In the meanwhile, let's see the pup hit a dollar and then some.

Ad Lunam,

LSP

Foiled Again

 

The plan was elegant, compelling in its simplicity. Viz. Say Morning Prayer, walk Blue Terminator to the Pick 'n Steal, then fish and shoot. What a great plan, until it fell to pieces. Clouds rolled in, thunder boomed in a leaden sky and rain lashed down like fury. No stroll for this punter down the leafy boulevards of Olde Texas, to say nothing of fishing and shooting.

So I shook my fist at the heavens like Jonah, incensed at the wrongness of it all (You did? Ed.) How racist of this small, rural farming community to culturally appropriate Aberystwyth. It just wasn't right, so  I typed up a sermon on the Trinity, called on the flock, and drove through the floods to Brookshire's for supplies. 

Not a bad result as it turned out, and it was pleasant to see most everyone at the store had left their fear, uncertainty and submission (FUS) masks behind. Of course it's a different story in the cities, where the willing dupes of the progleft rainbow utopia cling to their precious masks like a hodler refusing to let go of DOGE$.

Speaking of which, the Shiba's been playing dead for a couple of weeks, despite rising to #6 in crypto market cap, so I bought some tasty dip to encourage the playful pup. What was it someone wicked once said, the market's a way of transferring wealth from the impatient to the patient? Something like that. 

In other news, the lesbyterian Mayor of Chicago's being sued for racism because she wouldn't allow a reporter to interview her. Why? Because the journalist was white. Lori Lightfoot's wife is white, curiously. And here's an artist's impression of one of the crew who shot UK BLM pinup Sasha in the eye.

See if you can spot the perp.

Cheers,

LSP

Market Analysis

 

I'll leave it at that.

Ad Lunam,

LSP

Notes From The Front Of The War On Weather

 

It's May, here in Texas, and you'd expect the kind of light and heat which promises blast furnace, frontier intensity in a month or two. But that was before we went to war against the Weather. Maybe you remember how it started, in the days of the Great 0. It was called Global Warming back then, remember?

Our planet was heating up, the ice caps were going to melt, adorable polar bears would all die and Venice, London, Martha's Vineyard, New York, Aberystwyth and Hull (What? Ed.) were going to sink beneath the waves. Unless we paid more tax, a lot moar tax.

So we went to war against the weather and paid for it too, after all, wars don't come cheap. Just ask the French who patriotically embraced daring green taxes on "Le Petrol." But that was then, this is now. Fast forward to today and the North Central Texan Front of the war.

I tell you, it's not easy, because the enemy's smart, unpredictable, the climate changes. On a dime. And it's cold in Texas today, thunder rumbles  relentlessly like the guns of Kursk and rain pours down, threatening the flimsy architecture of today's corporate sponsored, rainbow hued Marxist utopia with collapse.

Regardless, we press on, resolute in the Great Patriotic War against our Old Enemy, the Weather.

Stand Firm,

LSP

Blood On The Floor

Look, I won't lie, there's no point. Fact of the matter is that the Peoples Currency took a brutal clubbing last night, after a coordinated dump sent the magic internet meme token plummeting in value. That's right, the Shiba went from a heady >75 to somewhere miserably near .40. What a wipeout.

Blood on the tracks. That in mind, spare a thought for the brave Shibes who went over the top in the 70s. It's gotta be tough out there, underwater in no man's land. But take heart, we're coming for you, no shibe left behind. Speaking of which, the price has rebounded, and miraculously sits at around .530.

Stay tuned for further moves into the swinging 60s and go Calgary! Check it out, a literal Doge on the literal Moon. And I've gotta say...

Ad Lunam,

LSP

Dinosaurs And Breakfast

 

The day dawned bright and clear, such is country life in the pastoral idyll that is North Central Texas. Hey, I'm not complaining, and after the morning ritual of Morning Prayer, walking the dog to the Pick 'n Steal, checking the news and all of that, it seemed right to go for a Mexican breakfast. Why?

Because I like it and always get Huevos Rancheros; it's a tradition and a good one. So off I walked down the streets of this erstwhile cotton town to Montes and adventure, and there it was, a dinosaur! Two, in fact.

Impressed and startled, I took a few photos, imagining the time these ferocious beasts roamed the land, tearing their prey apart limb from limb until they miraculously turned into attractive birds. A parable, perhaps, for the diner itself.

Some say dinosaurs still exist, such as the Loch Ness Monster, Pterosaurs and other throwbacks to an earlier age, and perhaps they do. You'll remember the long extinct Coelacanth that was discovered alive and well in the waters of the modern world.

Regardless, I fell upon the delicious breakfast like a raptor before heading back to the safety of the Compound, mission accomplished. And now? Time to fry up some Striper and watch the People's Currency test all time highs. We hope.

Your Pal,

LSP

Cinco de Mayo

 

Don't Say Devolved

We forget, perhaps, that the French were beaten by Mexicans in the last century at Puebla. Take that, so-called Napoleon III. Here at the compound we're celebrating this great victory with some tasty grilled chicken and a glass or two of white wine. 

Random Children's Book

On the other hand, Eduardo and Maria, who run a chicken operation next to the manse, aren't doing anything at all. I'm told this is typical but who knows, perhaps they're at a Tecate fest elsewhere. Power to 'em, they're good neighbors and bring me eggs.

A Shiba

In other news, the Peoples Currency went white hot yesterday, smashing through ill-prepared Bonapartite resistance at fifty cents and then surging victoriously into sixty before testing an all time high at .70. Good work, pup, this lambo's not going to buy itself!

Dog-faced crypto aside, if you want some fascinating info on narco subs check out Virtual Mirage. Value.

God bless,

LSP

The Coming Inflation

Via Zero:

In the late stages (of coming inflation), those same people will conclude that it is permanent. Throughout the process, each of us, individually, will see what we want to see, hear what we want to hear, and believe what we want to believe. Those things are always true, perhaps now more than ever. We will also find the period ahead deeply unsettling. Change is hard to process. And more things are changing now than at any time in our lives - such is today’s utterly unprecedented pace of innovation and disruption.

In such a state, it is natural to cling to our anchors:

• Our policymakers will point to the inflation metrics that they themselves have engineered in such a way to ensure stability, even if they long ago diverged from reality. 
• Bond investors will look to the spreads between overnight rates and two-year bonds, five-year, ten, thirty. And despite the reality that the government has run 15% deficits for two years, funded by the Fed which simply creates the money, they will cling to the anchors that have governed the well-behaved yield curve for the course of their careers.
• Equity investors will hold tight to the relationships that anchor their value relative to bonds.
• Not a solitary investor in the mainstream will be prepared to deviate from the benchmarks to which they have anchored their careers.

 

And yet, all of us will begin to increasingly wonder, whether digital assets, which have no real history, no anchors, are the first to provide a glimpse of what lays beyond the horizon. 

You can read the whole thing here. In the meanwhile, everyone's favorite Shiba's surged to .416 at the time of writing. Much wow. Go, pup.

Ad Lunam,

LSP

**** BREAKING DOGE$ HITS .420 ****

Let's see how far this dog can run.

LSP

A Typical Night At The Compound

 

Just another typical day in North Central Texas. Make of it what you will.

Wild West,

LSP

Is This Racist?

 

Racist, not racist, allowed, forbidden? Check out the video and decide where it falls, if you're not too busy watching GODZILLA and DON'T FEAR THE REAPER.

Me? Just biding my time 'til... DOGE$ to the MOON. OK, you think that's foolish, but where was BTC in 2010? Oh yeah, .008. Like, how stupid. I wouldn't invest in that fakery. Totally unlike USD$ it's backed by precisely nothing except debt. 

It's not much but it's a day's work

Flash forward. 1 BTC = 60k right about now. DOGE$? appx. .08. No correlation whatsoever. Is this racist? Like some kind of math thing? As in, how dare you invest in a meme coin for profit, you National Socialist? Hey, politics aren't in it.

I just like the coin.

Ad Lunam,

LSP