Showing posts with label Pinochet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pinochet. Show all posts

Sunday, November 10, 2024

VICTORY

 


Nικη, Victory! not to be confused with a wretched running shoe; and victory's exactly what we've got, a resounding nationwide smackdown of loony left governance. Guess what, idiots, normal people don't want the schools they pay for to trans their kids. And lo and behold, your great open border import the vote scheme didn't fly so high either.

Go figure, it seems persyns from south of the border don't automatically vote rainbow left because of the color of their skin. Good heavens, how remarkable, think Pinochet. What a wake up call, do you think they'll hear it? I doubt it, these fools are locked down deep into their own bicoastal unreality and will go, in my opinion, double or quits.




Fair enough, roll those bones, see where they fall, but don't be surprised when everything you do produces the opposite of its intended result. It's like an axiom.

Word to the Wise,

LSP

Monday, May 13, 2024

Buffoonery Incompetence And Lies

 


Buffoonery, incompetence and lies. Welcome, dear readers, all three of you, to the State of the Union. Where will we go from here?




Perhaps we can vote our way out of it.




And maybe you'll buy a bridge to Alaska.



Or anywhere else on CONUS.


In the meanwhile, you may have noticed the West isn't reproducing, demographics are drastically down. Solution? Import millions of third worlders who'll vote, as if by LGBTQ+2 magicke for you. Or will they? Good question.




Last I heard, Moslems weren't too keen on gayistry, and South Americans? What can we say, Pinochet was notoriously left tolerant.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Sunday, November 19, 2017

All In A Day's Work



If you went to Mass, like a Christian, you might have noticed that the Gospel was all about servants being given Talents, vast sums of money which they have to give an account of at the Last Judgement. 

One miserable servant buries his Talent in the ground and gives it back to his returning master only to get roundly castigated, "You wicked and slothful servant!" 


Typical Brush Pile

It seems harsh until you compute the eternal cost of burying and ignoring your God-given ability, the Word of God and the indwelling presence of Christ in your life.

Imagine, when our Lord returns in clouds of glory and looks you straight in the eye and says, "What did you do with the skills I gave you, the Good News of salvation and Myself?" And you, looking shiftily at the ground reply, "Well, I buried all that in the ground, in a pit." It doesn't look good, does it.


Stand At Ease!


With that in mind, the Cadet and a Force Multiplier worked hard today after Mass, clearing brush behind the church. It's a significant job and they worked hard, using their God given abilities for the increase of the Kingdom.


Random Battle Rifle

And let the reader understand, it kept them off the streets and outta the bars. Well done, kids.

It's better outdoors,

LSP