For Goodness Sake Simmer Down LSP

 

OK, there's only so much Taylor Swift Jihad, Rwandan savagery, Big Brother Rainbow Stasi, US Clownshow politics a man can take. So what to do? Go fishing, that's right, in the heat of a Texan day in August. Would the fish bite or would they be in some kind of piscine climate change shock, immobile like their human counterparts. I drove to the lake to find out.

Sure enough, it was mighty hot, right there on the tortured limestone of what had once been part of a fibrous reef in a vast inland sea, and's now Soldier's Bluff. So it's hot, that's a given, would the fish bite, not a given, but undaunted by prehistoric reverie and the searing light of the Sun, I cast off.

Whoa, tugs and bites at the first cast, probably a small, ferocious perch. And that's exactly what it was, a perch. I tell you, even if they're small they're big fun to catch on a light rod, they fight you see. Some five or six fish later it was time to head for home and Evening Prayer, 1928 BCP style. I just prefer it, the language is worshipful, liturgical and beautiful. Here's a link.

So that was that, an hour or so catching fish at the lake in the sun and clean air of the so far Free State of Texas. What a lot of fun and a good antidote against the appalling wickedness which surrounds us.

Das Boot

That in mind, I find fishing brings you right down to earth and calms the soul, or excites it when the catch is on. Not unlike shooting and riding, when you think on it.

Fish on,

LSP

Calm. Down. Or Don't

 

Calm down, everything's normal. All's well. This is totally not the end of Western Civ amd we're not living through a massive GloboCap PSYOP. So don't get overexcited, and above all, fellow serfs, take the vax. Surely you want Pfizer to get richer. 

That in mind, we hope you've all got the vax because that'll save you from the killer virus with a 99.87% recovery rate. And the famous booster, which really saves you from the killer plague.

Dear readers, have we ever lived in a time of such deceit, outright corruption and low skulduggery in high places? I challenge you, yes, challenge you to equal such an era of in your face, brazen malfeasance. Like take stock, Hillary's touted for a '24 run because Doddering Old Crook and Cackling Whore just don't cut it.

Listen up team, Crush the Marxist Snake Underheel.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Das Boot And The Fish

I know, some of you aren't very keen on owning boats and I don't have one. Neither did Jesus, curiously, which is why he used Peter's boat to teach the people on the shore and bring in a miraculous haul of fish from the depths of Genesseret. (Lk 5:1-11)

At the end of it all, Peter, James and John leave everything and follow Christ, who will make them "catchers of men." Perhaps you're familiar with the story, it acts as a figure of the Church and her mission.

Christ, seated in the midst of the Church preaches good news to the poor, illuminating the humble with the light of his truth. At his command the Church, undergirded with faith, it's Peter's boat, goes out into the waters of the world, lets down the net of the Gospel and the miraculous occurs. A great catch of souls is brought aboard the Ark of Salvation and taken to the shore of paradise.

Of course the Gospel also illustrates the pattern of discipleship. Christ commands, Peter obeys and glimpsing the Holy One in the miraculous, falls down, convicted of sin, "Depart from me, for I am a sinful man!" He humbles himself only to be exalted, called by Christ to be an Apostle, a catcher of men, and follows the Lord in faith, hope and above all love, leaving everything behind.

We're called to do the same. I preached on it this morning, pretty standard stuff, but here's the thing. Three or four people came up after Mass and told me they'd never heard the miracle explained this way, in terms of symbol and the broader context of the Faith. They were amazed.

What does this mean? We owe it to ourselves to at least attempt to look for the mystical, spiritual, deeper meaning inherent within scripture. This only serves to reinforce the literal meaning of the Word, giving it all the greater force and depth.

Unlike, when you think of it, Ocasio "Ten Mill" Kortez and the Green New Deal, which sounds suspiciously like Cambodia's Year Zero.

Rock of Ages,

LSP

Torpedo Los!

Here's the thing about the Torpedo. It works. I don't know why, I'm not an expert, but perhaps it's the spitting noise of the propeller, combined with a slow twitch retrieve. 

Tiny Torpedo Topwater Lure

Maybe it's the color of the lure and the way it rolls in the water that triggers the aquatic predator to strike and strike hard. I don't know, perhaps it's all these things and more. But one thing is certain.

The Torpedo Works

The Torpedo works and works well. My Baby Bass variant has caught more fish in a month than I'd usually catch in a year. Granted, because of our enemy, the Weather, I've been fishing more and riding and shooting less.

Random Photo of  Jeffrey John

Still, the Torpedo is a lure to be reckoned with, and they're cheap. Get yours at the local Walmart and catch some fish. I doubt you'll be disappointed.

Tight lines,

LSP