A Day Off

 

Unlike Satan I take a day off, usually on Monday, In the old days I would've gone riding but that's off the cards for now, so what to do? Catch up with old friends via the miracle of modern technology, watch the crypto charts and...

IMX is tearing it up, vicious little beast

Research silver. Sterling flatware in fact, and here's the thing and word to the wise: A Georgian silver fork, for example, at around 4 oz is typically way more valuable than 4 1 oz coins at spot, and it's not "flagged" by our beloved rulers because "antique." Looks good, too, under candlelight on the mahogany. Just saying.

Just some fork

Speaking of which, if you had a load of 1830s coin silver out of New Orleans, all forks and spoons of various sizes, what would you do for knives? You see, the knives have died, they've gone the way of all flesh, so what's knife needed to reactivate this set of glistening Americana?

Spooning

In the old days it seems the knives were bone or ivory handled, but dishwashers and careless POC "help" probably killed them, and now they're no more. So replace them with what, more bone knife or sterling? I'm inclined towards sterling because durable, but maybe both options are good?

Your Call,

LSP

PS. As you can see, a "day off" involves jousting with, ahem, Gospel imperatives.

What A Beautiful Day

 

What a beautiful day, birds sing, dogs sleep, flags wave and the sun shines down from a clear blue sky as a drug dealing ice cream van rounds the corner. It's like Spring, and I've got the front door open to air out the Manse.

Blow out those cobwebs, LSP, and take full advantage of our ancient enemy, the Weather, being in some kind of armistice mode. Enjoy every second of this fresh, clean, country day before our old adversary the Climate decides to Change and go full superheated blast furnace eschaton on the tenacious citizens of North Central Texas.

You know what it's like, it gets so hot you think the air itself is going to ignite, one careless spark and all that dust goes thermobaric. Terrifying, but for now all is good, the sacrifice of the Mass was offered at the Missions, a pot of improv Thai curry's on the stove and all is well with this part of the world.

Who knows, maybe a shoot's in order for Monday, but let's see what tomorrow brings.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Drones And A Prayer

 

No, not the Club, much as we love it, just the Christmas Quad. And what a grand hotel quad it is, flying merrily throughout the storied rooms of the Compound on its various missions. Lights on, drone action, here we go.

Training, if you like, get those piloting skills in if you've got any sense for the year ahead because guess what, anything could happen in 2023. I kid you not and perhaps you agree. In the meanwhile, we're celebrating the Feast of the Holy Innocents. Here's a prayer:

O ALMIGHTY God, who out of the mouths of babes and sucklings hast ordained strength, and madest infants to glorify thee by their deaths; Mortify and kill all vices in us, and so strengthen us by thy grace, that by the innocency of our lives, and constancy of our faith even unto death, we may glorify thy holy Name; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

 

Powerful, eh? And while we're at it, pray for the overthrow of Moloch.

God bless,

LSP

A Day of Rest

 

After the rigors of Holy Week it only seemed right to take a day of rest at family HQ in Dallas. Blue agreed and wasted no time falling to sleep on a Moslem rug, not that he's a Moslem, by the beard of the Prophet, but he does like their rugs.

As do I, but rugs aside you may have noticed something about the soldiers fighting in the Ukraine. There's all sorts, obviously, but some seem more equal than others, they're bigger and older, as if construction worker turned gunfighter. 

Shades, when you think on it, of the German veterans who went into the Ardennes, or something like that. Huh. Modern war as deconstruction site and soldiers as its lethal tradesmen and laborers? Respect to both, but still.

Speaking of the Ardennes, imagine you were wandering around inna woods of Ukraine with, say, an SS dagger, just coz, and you were captured by some Chechens. What would you say:

A. I just found it, honest!

B. I'm a battlefield archeologist, my good sir.

C. Give a crisp Seig Heil, sing a verse of Erika and wait to be recruited into the WAGNER PMC?

 

All options are risky and I'd have gone for unspoken option D. Lose that bad boy before you get captured. Some guy didn't the other day in Mariupol and looked more than a little sheepish. Maybe he's still alive, unlike this unfortunate.

Note ALGIZ rune

Seriously, what's with all the NSDAP in Eastern Europe? Well, therein lies another tale.

Mind how you go,

LSP

Heigh Ho Off We Go

 

Well, not me, just the eldest, and I have to say that plate rig's pretty heavy so I gave him a hand as he packed up to return to the Fort. He's all geared up for deployment in a month or so but ticked off about the state of his battalion's Humvees.

"Dad, they go back to the '90s, a lot of 'em are gonna end up as parts vehicles when we get there." I thought about this, "So you'll be useless as a mechanized force?" No, they'll use the working kit of the units they're embedded with and the broken become supply.

In the midst of this knotty supply and logistics issue an experienced solutions provider phoned in and I explained the problem. He thought for a moment, "We had the same thing in Gulf War I. We were running WWII Jeeps, seriously, Jeeps, because the Navy was cheap. I like Jeeps, but nothing has changed."

I passed that on to kid and he felt better. Soldiers like tradition.

Your Pal,

LSP

Another Day - In Texas

 

The sun's shining, a pair of hawks circle overhead seeking whom they may devour, and a Heeler prowls through his territory. It's another day in Texas, and thank God for that.

Less happily, the Virtual Mirage DNS server's down and LL says, "Sorry it's down, I'm working on it." Good luck, Mr. Wolf, let's see that tech behaving and back in the fight.

In the meanwhile, everyone's favorite crypto is on the runway at a around .045 and some predict a breakout to .09 if the peoples crypto powers through sell-off resistance in the .05 range. Come on, pup, fire up those engines! To the moon? u/International_Club95 thinks so:

After that, it will swerve between £21-34 with 29 as a frequent picnic area. Reason being, it has a unique nature in that it will more frequently permit others to catch it's price uplift. Then circa 2027, it will attempt a further sweep upwards. This will turn out to be a very playful coin for the masses.

This new decade is one of curveballs and kismet.

 

Curveballs and kismet?  

You bet, 

LSP

Strolling The Deluge

Darkness, thunder, rain. No, this wasn't downtown Aberystwyth in July, it was Texas in February. Climate change experts tell us that if you collect the rainfall here you'll have enough water to last the year, and I believe it. Undaunted by the deluge I left the Compound for a morning stroll.

Stairway To Heaven

Only to see that the Meth Shackers have cleverly built a stairway to heaven; there it is, a ladder to paradise. What happens when you get to the top of the ladder, I asked myself as I gazed at the floral tributes in front of the shack. Who knows, perhaps you ascend, higher.

Meth Shack, Note Beautiful Floral Tributes (stop using "filters." Ed.)

The Pick 'n Steal was open for business but eerily empty apart from an elderly POC playing a slot machine. He's a Nam vet and plays that machine every day; I like him, though we've never really talked. Need to change that.

Pick 'n Steal

One large coffee later I was back on the flooded streets of the bucolic Texan farming community I've called home for the last decade or more, and you know what, I'm not complaining. For me, it beats living in the 'sprawl that is the DFW megacity connurb. You may think differently and that's fine, there's no "rule."

Storm Debris

Back at the Compound, Blue Dog-Faced Pony Soldier curled up on a Moslem rug while I said the Office. He's not buying the "religion of peace" thing. 

"It's obviously not a religion of peace," he tells me, "It was started by a warlord in search of loot, rape and plunder." I accuse him of racism but he just snores. Typical. Next thing you know he'll be banging on about "replacement strategy," asymmetrical warfare, the Kalergi Plan and trying to make me read Mark Steyn. But what does he know? He's just a dog. 

Dog-Faced Pony Soldier On A Moslem Rug

In other news, Juicy Smollet's been indicted, 4 prosecutors have fled the Stone case, 45 held a massive rally in New Hampshire, and Biden's campaigning in Iowa again, or something like that. And Britain's deported a load of Jamaicans for being thugs, much to the disgust of the self-loathing white left and their POC friends.

All About The Hat

So there it is. Rain continues to fall and the clay ground of the Compound is pretty much flooded. Blue Deluge is sleeping, God is in his heaven and the Democrats flounder like beached fish after a storm. Is 45 anointed, by God?

Stand firm against evil,

LSP

Tooth Puller

A typical dentist street scene

Some people write books and edit and publish them, others ride, shoot and fish. Others again spend all their time at the dentist.

His teeth are fine

I fall into the latter category as the ongoing saga of new teeth continues. Like life itself it's a process, and hopefully an upwards movement towards perfection. But my advice to you is this.

Keep your teeth, if you can.

LSP