GODZILLA

Oh yes indeed.

 

We are all Rhodesians now. Arm up.

Roger Out,

Cheers,

LSP

Just Take A Day Off

Unlike our adversary the Devil, I try to take a day off on Monday. It doesn't always work, far from it, but today it does, at least so far. And what a day it is, sunny, clear, bright Texan weather, a lull before the ferociously incoming heat of summer. Beautiful, and with it, lazy Mexican music floats across the air from Eduardo's yard only to meet Seven by Seven and Riding a Raid. I tell you, it's a veritable battle of the bands.

Speaking of which, d'ye think 47's got a chance at defeating the pernicious, partisan, fraudulent, unconstitutional lawfare being waged against him by off-the-hook rogue judges? It seems he's appealing to SCOTUS, good luck with that, but perhaps the old I'm going to ignore you gambit's the best play. Who knows, situation developing.

Not unlike the war in Ukraine, curiously. Word has it that UKR reps left their peace meeting in Riyadh "thunder faced." Who knows, maybe they were told the US cash spigot's about to be turned off. Or not, let's see. That in mind, I don't recall voting to spend a single penny on the Cocaine Fuhrer. Regardless, grilling's on the menu for later.

Roger Out. 

Cheers,

LSP

Tree Hugger

 

It was all about getting close to trees today and we found one at Lowes, a modest little beast but well formed for all that. Next up, get it trimmed by a friendly face tattooed shave head Latinx and chuck it in the bed of the rig. Thank God it's a long bed.

Note Pewter Candleabra (what? Ed.)

Once home, set that tree up in its stand and behold the regimental posture of the thing. Straight. Put lights on it and an angel, recall your dad sweating over lights on Christmas Eve and think how much easier life has become. Yes, we can get Christmas lights from any dollar store, no need to sweat it.

Tree

Then put some ornaments on the tree, there's lots and this little fella won't take them all, still, not bad for all that. Mission accomplished, behold your work and scorn the NWO. Globalist excrescence aside, do you remember when we didn't decorate our trees till right before Christmas? I do, and there's a beauty in that. Mind you, must've been stressful for the Paterfamilias. 

El Senor

In other news, a gang of multimillionaire socialists got frozen to Munich's tarmac in their private jets on the way to a climate enrichment scam. Oops, the world's getting hotter which is why it's colder, so give us all your money or we won't be able to chip all this ice away from our jets.

Honorary Colonel DLC

On topic, have you noticed how our green leaders bay for moar war? Sure you have, because, you know, it's so good for the environment. Just ask Raytheon or Lloyd "Totally Not A Diversity Hire" Austin. Whatever, the tree is up and that's grand.

Cheers,

LSP

Africa

 

"And yet the continent of Africa can barely do better than worked wood beams 500,000 years later." My dear Anon, you strike right to the dark heart of the matter. 

"See you at the Club" aside, Anon is commenting on this. And this, private jet flying, carbon spewing, multimillionaire socialist, green guru Kerry. Here he is:

Green Leader. Roger that.

Cheers,

LSP

A New Dog

 

The operation got on the road to Burleson on Monday to take care of business. And so, to pass I35W time, I crunched the numbers and discovered that I was, bizarrely, 58 on that very same day. Here's the complex math: 2023-1965 = x. Tricky, isn't it, and hint, 59 ≠ x.

I know, that's pretty racist but there you have it, mathematics. Bottom line accountancy satisfied, business concluded to mutual benefit, Thai curry consumed, yum, and it was back on the road to the Compound where...

There was a dog on the porch and a grinning soldier. "Happy birthday, dad. We interviewed a number of dogs and figured this one was best. Look, he's part Ridgeback, and you love Rhodesia. He doesn't even bark."

Moving, eh? The kid had gone off to the pound and found a dog for his dad, with attention to breed(s) and demeanor. Well, there it is, the Compound has a new rescue dog and he's a good boy, part Ridgeback, part Heeler, part something else, maybe Lab and/or Pyrenees?

Regardless, what shall we call him? The  pound called him "Chester," which obviously won't do. Perhaps Rhodie? But hey, all suggestions welcome.

Hope you're having big fun today as we celebrate our freedom.

Green Leader,

LSP

Green Leader

 

She may have been utterly betrayed, but not by Green Leader.

Roger that, cheers,

LSP

Green Leader

Respect,

LSP