Cocktail Party - Yes, They still Exist

 

Do people even have cocktail parties anymore? Apparently they do, not least here in the North Central Texas Exclusion Zone, and what fun it was.

"Crazier than a sh*house rat!" said one punter and I paused, "What do you mean?" He explained and we looked out on the town's Heritage League. 

Behold, diamonds shine brightly. And you'll be sure I thanked relevant people for relevant favors; I do not say that lightly. Also spent a good portion of the evening talking to our LEO bodyguards. Good men.

You know what? I feel a chaplaincy role coming on.

Spem in Alium,

LSP

Won't Back Down

 

Well, well. Martial law north of the border because racism, transphobia, bouncy castles and sheer, bigoted, violent, white supremacist, working and every class push-back against Canada's biomed Stasi tyranny.

I say again, why and when did the Left go full anti working class? We all know, when the workers of the world notoriously didn't support the Bolshevik revolutionary satanists in 1917 and beyond. So they branched off to more fertile ground, academia.

And what a Frankfort School success they've made of it. Media, schools, local government, the entire air we breathe. Then comes that knotty problem, the actual working class, in the form of trucks saying NO. Whaddya do, Rainbow Maple Leaf ? Declare martial law and TAKE THEIR MONEY? Precisely that.

Wow. Will the serfs knuckle under and obey their Rainbow Rulers, in the name of diversity, tolerance and inclusion? Or will they HOLD THE LINE. I don't know but calling war powers/martial law sounds like pretty last ticket stuff to me. 

What if the bluff's called? You gonna shoot them, Justine, and their children? Let's see how this plays out.

Stand Steady,

LSP

Cast Into The Blitz!

Guderian

Fishing can be fun and sedate, it can also be fast and furious. It was furious this evening. There we were, standing on the shore of Lake Whitney as the fierce white light of the Texan sun was starting to set, casting out in hope of fish.

No joy. The fish were there, jumping, but about 100 yards away out of range. Would they come in to the shore? We bet the monkey on just that and switched out to topwater lures, all in the hope that what looked like a school of Sand Bass would close in. Sure enough, they did.

Bang! Before you could say Heinz Guderian, there they were, leaping, thrashing and blitzing through swarms of Shad. You know the wisdom, where leap the Shad, so bite the Bass, and that's the way it was. It sounded like fire crackling through dry tinder. 

We couldn't cast fast enough. "Cast to the blitz, lads!" and "Fish on!" echoed around the dam like Charles Martel's victorious war cry against the Moslem horde. Crazy, intense, topwater action, and all the better for the youngest member of the team getting his first fish of the year. Well done! More to follow.

A Fish

Then it was dark and time to head back to the Compound, adrenaline up and fishing tales abounding. Big, victorious excitement. 

And that's just the way it was.

Tight lines,

LSP