Marking Time

Busy here, because people are sick and some are dying. May God send his angels to bear them up to paradise. In lieu of comment on the heinous way we live now, here's a tune, old but gold:

What a great song. In the meanwhile, the Left's hollowed out the Western Church, judiciary, press, academia, and every other institution you care to name. Well done, Cultural Marxists in your "long march through the institutions." But they've got a problem.

The people, you and I, all those people who don't agree with neo-Maoist nihilism, aren't on board, and we're the majority, by far. We don't want their Khmer Rouge utopia, we reject their godless revolutionary project.

maybe the best patch ever

Problem. Solution? Import millions of votes from the post colonial world and smash that white working class ballot box into oblivion, all in the name of tolerance. Clever, eh?

Ain't it, but we've seen through their cunning little ruse here in the States. Europe/UK needs to catch up and it will. Remember this, punters, everything the Left does produces the exact opposite of its intended result.

Your Pal,

LSP

Bob Weir's Dead

 

Wow, at 78, and what can I say? Rest in peace Mr. Weir, and may your purgatory not involve those awful shorts you were so fond of. Yes, it's a journey in holiness, pierced through with cleansing fire. Spiritual journey aside, how could anyone, much less "Bob," play alongside Garcia? Good question.

Probably because Jerry was an easy going guy and wanted to boost his shorts wearing pal. Whatev, here's ACE and Looks Like Rain:

Bob Weir, rest in peace,

LSP

Scarlet Begonias & Fire

 

Ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves.

Then there's Bob Weir's shorts. Ignore them, get in the groove and thank God for his mercy. Speaking of which, picked up a valu pak of 9mm today. Time to take that little pistol out for a spin. Fire onna mountain style.

Cheers,

LSP

Queen Of Diamonds

 

Can you, dear friends, call the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines? Go on I challenge you, carry on and good luck. If, in the unlikely event that you'll win this challenge, you get a free weekend at REFORM, or, ahem, Farmers.

Your Best Pal,

LSP

Morning Dew

 

I steal your face, no small thing, eh? So I asked a nun, once, "Weren't you at the Fillmore? You told me you were." She looked at me, all Habit and steely eyed aged, and said, "No, I was not." Wow, why did you just lie to me, old woman? Perhaps she thought she'd look in-a-gadda-da-vida bad.  On the contrary, sister.

Oh well, I file this intriguing story under "anything else I care to think of." More guns, fishing, country life to follow. God's a given.

Morning Dew,

LSP

I Steal Your Face

Or would that be an election?

Your Pal,

LSP