Dinosaurs And Breakfast

 

The day dawned bright and clear, such is country life in the pastoral idyll that is North Central Texas. Hey, I'm not complaining, and after the morning ritual of Morning Prayer, walking the dog to the Pick 'n Steal, checking the news and all of that, it seemed right to go for a Mexican breakfast. Why?

Because I like it and always get Huevos Rancheros; it's a tradition and a good one. So off I walked down the streets of this erstwhile cotton town to Montes and adventure, and there it was, a dinosaur! Two, in fact.

Impressed and startled, I took a few photos, imagining the time these ferocious beasts roamed the land, tearing their prey apart limb from limb until they miraculously turned into attractive birds. A parable, perhaps, for the diner itself.

Some say dinosaurs still exist, such as the Loch Ness Monster, Pterosaurs and other throwbacks to an earlier age, and perhaps they do. You'll remember the long extinct Coelacanth that was discovered alive and well in the waters of the modern world.

Regardless, I fell upon the delicious breakfast like a raptor before heading back to the safety of the Compound, mission accomplished. And now? Time to fry up some Striper and watch the People's Currency test all time highs. We hope.

Your Pal,

LSP

A Free Will Texan Walkabout

 

Some say we're the product of elemental and often evil forces, like chemistry, colonialism, and transphobia. For them, the influence is the persynn, which unfortunately defines zhirself out of existence. Others believe in free will and the ability to choose for better or ill, circumstance notwithstanding.

I chose free will this morning and took the rig to the shop for new shocks, struts (Munroe) and a replacement Moog ball joint. The alternative? Spending around 14k on a new/used truck. Was it a good choice? 

We'll see. I strolled over to Montes (YaYa's) after dropping the truck off and had, yet again, a delicious breakfast. Huevos Rancheros, it's always that, my choice. Then headed back to the Compound on foot, only to see that Advent/Christmas decorations are up, and if I had my way they wouldn't be, because it's neither Advent nor Christmas. 

Juliette's Shop

The Town Powers chose badly in this, but even so, new businesses are springing up in what was once a minor capitol of King Cotton. Not least a dog's bakery. Good luck with the dogging, Trumpist entrepreneurs. And a boot shop. I haven't been in either, hopefully they'll survive. 

Back at the Compound I scoured the news for updates on the KRAKEN. Had it been released, would it be? Or was this yet more unproductive verbiage from the rightist twitter bubble. Who knows, though Sydney Powell seems confident. Hope springs eternal.

Then it was back to the shop to find a truck with new suspension. Was the ride better? Yes. Was the vehicle 2" lifted? Yes. Is this better? Definitely. Will the expense justify itself under the clear blue sky of the Lonestar State? This remains to be seen. 

In the meanwhile, acclimatize yourself to the apparent fact that our electoral system, agencies and judiciary are a bought and paid for globalist sham. Again, we knew this, but to see it played out in real-time is... unsettling.

So too is the fact that millions of people voted for Biden and Harris, the Corpse and the Whore. OK, they hate the evil Orange Man, but since when did he take any money from being a politician? 

You'd think leftists, who are against that kind of thing, would have noticed. But no, they voted for the man who's done nothing but enrich himself on the public dime for decades.

And they tell us to wake up. How very puke making.

Walk on,

LSP