You see, on the one hand there's cars. V6 racing suspension and all of that. Some love it, even here at the Compound. Then, on the other hand, there's Clubs. Have a look:
Are these two things opposed? Hardly, go together like guns and guitars. At least that's what I think and I'm sticking to it.
Your Ancient Pal,
LSP
PS. Let's see DNI theater turn to hands behind bars, please, not that anyone's holding their breath.
No, not the ancient skinhead movement in what used to be Great Britain, but a literal storm in North Central Texas. Seriously, it woke me up in the middle of the night as rain lashed against the wooden frame of the Compound, while thunder rolled and lightning arced down from heaven.
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Exciting. Yet again, the climate had changed, which prompted me to venture out onto the back deck and behold the fury of our Ancient Adversary, the Weather. It was ferocious, no doubt angered by a tragic decrease in funding from USAID and the EPA. Or perhaps it was elemental rage at Tulsi becoming DNI Suprematrix?
Possibly so. We do, says the Good Book, fight against "powers of the air." Not unlike, when you think on it, Britain during the Blitz. In related news, I feel it's important to join this club. It's called REFORM, and sits on Pall Mall in Whigish splendour. Call it, if you will, a long march through the institutions.
Your Old Pal,
LSP
I've always loved this, perhaps you have too. Be careful out there, kids, like no fooling. Speaking of which, please do avoid the appalling STAFFORD hotel off St. James. It was awesome and we loved it, now we don't, it's utterly rubbish.
LSP
