Report From North Front

 

North Front in this instance being Dallas, where Ma LSP reclines on the sickbed of a fractured spine. That sounds awful, and it is, but she's made of stern stuff and's recovering  on schedule. The important thing, they tell me, is to encourage movement, get up and go as opposed to sinking into the sofa forever.

No small caveat. People do just that, they break something, sink into the sofa, lose the will to live and die. No joke, and to that end we encourage movement which, as the Philosopher assures, is a sign of life. So, thank God all's on an upwards trajectory to full recovery here. She's fit, which helps. But that's just North Front or more accurately Home Front. What about everything else?

It seems Pakistan's got itself into a border war with Afghanistan, and we have to wonder, is this some kind of type of future UK polity? Outcome undecided. Then there's Iran or Persia, an ancient civilization controlled by a savage barbarian moon cult. Will we strike or will we not? All this to say nothing of the UK's latest HomoRainbowGreen/IslamoMarxist win in Gunchester. A lot going on, no doubt about it, and here, in Dallas?

Making dinner for the aged p. and voraciously reading PG Wodehouse. You know, it's been years since I did that and those missed years were ill-spent. 

As you were,

LSP

PS. Are you recovered from HST?

PS. Speaking of PGW, who famously said that the world he wrote about was small and is now non-existent, listen up. PGW's world may be gone but his vibe certainly existed in the '90s in London. I know this. Pan to a kitchen in South Ken where I'd been dropped off by a faithful driver, and no sooner as, noticed a chap with a ridiculous red suitcase on the kitchen table.

One thing leads to another, and I asked the redboxer kitcheneer, "I say, are you something to do with the government?" He looked at me and raised an eyebrow, perhaps a fraction of an inch, "I'm a Cabinet Minister, which is why I have this red suitcase."

I retreated, dear friends, to Lanson. An admirable fall back, do you not think?

Dallas After Midnight

 

En lieu of anything remotely resembling serious posting, here's another old hippy, Ray Wylie Hubbard. Remember him? All very dance at the pyramids with the Dead.

Nice, but for goodness sake, Oak Cliff Ray, time for a shower and haircut, eh? Reeking hippies aside, maybe Ray tells it like it is. Your call.

Be careful out there Kids,

LSP

Dallas On The Skids

What's it like in Dallas, you know, before midnight? It has skaters, so important to keep fit

It has shopping too

And affordable housing

Sometimes shopping and housing come together in a kind of ne'er do well, corrupt symphony

And there you have it,

LSP

Night On The Town

 

Back in the day I'd think nothing of hopping in the stick shift Ranger and getting on the road to Dallas for some late night fun or even early night fun, whatever. These days? Not so much. Then GWB called, "I'm in town on Thursday, let's hang out."

runway

I thought about this for maybe a second, "Where?" And before you could say the Ukraine's a Biden family printing press got a reply, "Javiers." Wow, Javiers, Dallas institution, dodge the Lamborghinis if you can. "Sure thing, let's RV at 1800."

loud as you like and then some

And so we did, for bar fun followed by carnitas followed by wine in the smoking room, yes they have one. I tell you, the sheer noise of Dallas exuberance wasn't far off a sound system going full tilt. Fun, if loud. And you have to wonder how many of these boys bellowing beneath the trophies are actual hunters.

Lambo

We asked one, "So what are you doing to celebrate Pride month? Hangn' out a flag or what?" Polling, you see. Quick as a flash our boy came back, "Uh, nothing. Don't hold with that." Nor did we, "Hold for dove?" Yes indeed and dam straight, by the 1000, in Argentina no less. "I understand you have to tape your trigger finger." That's where he was at and fair play.

Vocal chords exhausted, dial up a driver and head for home, restaurant budget exhausted for the year. Kyrie, but great result.

What a fun night,

LSP

Dallas After Midnight

Your Friend,

LSP

Memorial Day Remembrance

Sirens, pounding rain, people driving their rigs off of I35 and up the verge of the highway onto service roads, a car on fire on the median, one pickup flipped over, an Escalade smashed all to hell, a couple of broken sedans, fire trucks, squad cars, mayhem. 

It was like Wiking's retreat to the Oder, but no, this was just the road into Dallas on Memorial Day weekend.

Highway to Hell notwithstanding, we had a good party at Ma LSP's in Dallas. Burgers, hot dogs, patriotic cake and all the rest.  Great fun, and I foolishly stayed up into the early hours talking with the aged P.

The next day dawned high and bright, a whole new world replete with tiny dragons, a Heeler, Glocks, flags, leftover burgers and various chores. It felt good and off we went, Blue Scout and LSP, back to the bucolic haven that is the Compound.

All this in mind, it was the first time since March that I'd been to a party, or even the Metrosprawl itself. What was it like? I'll tell you, way more fearful of the Red Death than anything I'd been used to in the country. 

Company at Ma LSP's house excepted, it's all about these weird little masks, shut shops and rules posted on filling station doors, Wear Your Dorky Mask! That said, no one was, at least at the local QT, and neither were we on Memorial Day, along with everyone else on their porches.

Were people dropping like flies with the plague? No, they were not, and my guess is that they won't any time soon. Unless of course we go to war with China, which changes everything. You might pray that doesn't happen.

In the meanwhile, hope you all had a great Memorial Day weekend and prayed for all who gave their lives that we can be vaguely free.  Hold that thought, how free are we? 

Free from the State recording all your calls and internet posts? Free to not get microchipped and wear a mask in some kind of dystopian neo-feudalism? Free to say anything that doesn't go against the will and power of your elite, multi-billionaire overlords? Such freedom. And note this, it hates Christianity.

Whatever, respect to those who gave their lives. May they rest in peace and rise in glory.

Your Friend,

LSP

Dallas After Midnight

Or, more accurately, 0600. And one of the benefits of that is being able to see the city's skyline from Hampton as you drive KPH to SW Medical for a checkup.

I like the view as much as I dislike the morning rush hour, as the people head off to cubicle space.

But is Vladimir Putin the new Constantine?

You be the judge,

LSP