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

A Cheery Little Advent Message

Here's a cheery little message to get you ready for Advent:

When confronted with Americans who have seen their standard of living falling for the last twenty five years and are sick and tired of hearing drivel about white privilege, black lives matter, safe spaces, gay and transgender “rights”, micro-aggressions, rape culture, misogyny, $15 minimum wage, and a myriad of other offenses against feminism, these easily offended “warriors” will piss their pants. These trivialities will seem so quaint when they are confronted with an angry guy with a gun on the streets or when they are told to report for duty as we wage war with Russia and China. The foolishness of the culture wars will become strikingly apparent when economic collapse and life or death choices confront our special snowflake generation.

Special snowflake generation. I like that.

God bless,

LSP

What Should I Call This Dog?

A couple of days ago a Blue Heeler tipped up on the porch and he stayed. I fed him; maybe that helped. So have various church people, who like him a lot.

And I had this resolve, "He's not coming inside the house," I thought grimly to myself. But he has, as far as the kitchen, until I get a doghouse for him to live in outside. I'm obviously getting softheaded.

But here's the thing, what should I call him? Here's the suggestions so far:

Blue
Welby (heh)
Zebedee
Abednego
Rudel (as in Hans)

I need a name for this dog. Help, please.

LSP