Just Go To The Lake

 

Some of you might say Morning Prayer or "Mattins," some of you may not, and that's your call. By all means refuse to read the Old and New  Testaments, Psalms included, in a disciplined and regular way. After all, it's only the revealed Word of God. That in mind, Morning Prayer over, 1928 BCP thank you very much, it seemed right to head to the lake.

Huh

Would the fish bite? They didn't, to any great extent, though it was fun getting bumps and a ferocious little perch and, as always, good to get out to the water. Speaking of water, did any of you watch War Hegseth's address to our assorted Admirals and Generals? He didn't seem too keen on "stealth ships" like the LCS, to say nothing of being too fat to fight.

Light Rod - Big Fish = Awesome

Some of us disagree with War Hegseth. We feel there's a very good place for stealth ships, yes, as diving platforms, fishing piers and aquatic control centers in our lakes. I picture one in Lake Whitney, Texas, doing its duty, moored up in the midst of it all. Just think of the Striper fishing.

Useless Rubbish

And what a useful place to fall back to when the Dollar tanks, the rule of law breaks down and our attempt at civilization falters and breaks. Which of course it never will because that's never happened ever. Woe to you, when that hour comes as you attempt to flee the Metrosprawl. Rejoice and be glad, all you who have a maritime fortress in Bosque County. But that's in the future.

In the meanwhile we marvel at how little our lives have changed since the government shut down. Perhaps this could be permanent? Thanks.

Ad Astra,

LSP

Blue's Investment Fund

 

It's a pump and dump, a tulip, you're gonna get burned, big time, holding the bag. Excuse me, fella, you don't like dogs? That said, we ignored the MSM FUD, Blue and I, and invested in the internet's most popular dog-faced crypto. That was back in February and it's been a bumpy ride, a roller coaster, even.

One week it's at 6 cents, the next at 70 and boom, down to 20 before surging to wherever. Net result? A few thousands of hypothetical USD$ profit. Good work, pup, this Lambo's not going to buy itself. Then last night happened, a surge, from 30 cents to >40. Whoa. Diamonds are created under pressure. I called up LL:

What you gonna do when we hit Moon? Buy a Quadcopter?

No, I want a yacht, bigger than Bezos'.

I get that. You can land the quad on the yacht. And start a Navy, a contract Navy.

 

Point being, USN will be so distracted in the coming years with filling trans quotas and decommissioning LCS that it won't be able to deploy. 

Enter Contract Navy, funded by... everyone's fave crypto. A de-fi currency, store of value, free of Big State thievery, a kind of Buccaneer Coin, branded with an adorable Shiba. You do the math.

In the meanwhile, let's see the pup hit a dollar and then some.

Ad Lunam,

LSP

DEPLOY SMOKE

 

Everything was going well. Chicken? Marinading in the fridge. Weber? All fired up, deploying smoke and ready to go. Then, just as we were about to launch over the start line LL called from the mountain fastness of the Wolf's Lair in Arizona's infamous highlands.

"Hey LSP, thanks a lot for inviting me. I like kebabs too."

"Look, you know it's an open invite."

"Do you have swords?"

"Of course."

"I thought you would."

"And don't get me wrong, I scorn the Sultan. That's why I made Tzatziki. You know, Greek. We need the Bosphorus back, and Hagia Sophia with it."

"Yeah, I know. And you need to expand from Fleet Padre to that guy who gives the thumbs up or down in the arena."

"Hippodrome?"

"Exactly."

 

 

Remove Kebab aside, we waxed large on Mozambique's pirate problem and the upcoming buccaneer LCS fleet. OK, the ships are pathetically underarmored and undergunned, only having one lightweight canon ("pop gun" - LL). We'll have to sort that out, perhaps with batteries of surplus Bofors. Nice touch, and they can go on the landing deck. Bad luck, Jihad. 

But what had happened to the deliciously grilling chunks of chicken in the meanwhile? Well, they were doing their thing but the fire had burned down low, throwing off timing. The Compound's version of naan got in the way too, roll out that dough, LSP. Bread's a production.

All this and more stood in the way of what was supposed to be a Cooking With LSP super kebab post. The chicken was OK but not the kind of perfection we expect. Naan? Alright, but not awesome. And you say Naan, but it was more like a regular flatbread than anything else. No rule? On the contrary, it should be fluffy, delicious and melt in your mouth. Tzatziki was right on the money though. Nice.

So stay tuned for a kebab special, in which we grill the Turk, free Levantine Christendom and take back Justinian's remarkable cathedral. And end up with good scoff to boot. As it is, the leftover chicken's simmering in a pot and curry beckons.

Your Culinary friend,

LSP