Mass Blackout

 

But Rosie, surely you're not agitating for restaurants to close down x2? Apparently she is, no work, no projects, no spending, no events, no restaurants, NO RESTAURANTS from Nov 25 to Dec 2. Wow, Rosie's going on a diet, and not before time. No backing out, Rosie, prepare for impact.

What serious business. A mass blackout in which even the richest of Rainbow Body Libs will deny themselves food from the finest restaurants in the world, and all in a selfless drive against the despotic tyranny of cisgender kings. Here's a tune to make the point:

No Kings? Ask Boye. And devil take the hindmost.

That in mind, will you be shutting it down on November 25?

Best,

LSP

Observations Upon A Dog

Keen-eyed readers of this popular and cosmopolitan mind blog have noticed the startling similarity of the Compound's dog, Blue Monarchist, to Prince Rupert of the Rhine's notorious canine accomplice, Boy.

Feared and hated by Parliamentarians as a devil dog and witch's familiar, Boy, a rare white hunting poodle, was applauded by Royalists for his(?) ability to speak multiple languages, prophecy, make himself and his master impervious to bullets, while wreaking bloody mayhem amongst those who dared offend him. 

All this to say nothing of the dog's preference for stained glass, oriented altars and chanted liturgy. 

Boy infuriated the mutinous, superstitious, killjoy, Christmas-banning Puritans as much as he pleased loyal servants of the Crown, who famously made the dog Sergeant Major General of the British Army. 

Notwithstanding rank or perhaps because of it, Boy chased out of rear echelon captivity to follow his master at the charge, and was shot at Marston Moor. The Royalist cause followed soon after, along with Britain's first and only military dictatorship.

Blue Edgehill, you have been warned.

Spiro Spero,

LSP