TEXIT

 

TEXIT, the popular, grassroots movement to make the Republic of Texas sovereign again, free of the shackles of DC tyranny. The TEXIT website puts it like this: 

"Our mission is to secure and protect the political, cultural and economic independence of the nation of Texas and to restore and protect a constitutional Republic and the inherent rights of the people of Texas."

Right on, and to that end we have Fort Hood, Fort Bliss, Dyess AFB and so many more, not least the DLC (Dallas Light Cavalry), which is an irregular unit known for its élan and hard work in the field. So yes, we have an army, and a formidable one to boot. 

But there's a fly in the ointment, a splinter in the toe, a loose filling, a (stop it, Ed.) problem. That problem is Austin, twinned with San Francisco, a city full of hippies and wealthy Bolshevik radicals that threatens our great state from within. A fifth column, if you like. Solution?

Blockade Austin and its allied counties, Travis, Tarrant, Presidio, Zavala, Brooks, Starr, Dallas and on and send them to California. That's it, that's the solution. Send the populations of those counties to the blue Golden State, and Chicago, and DC and New York. Governor Abbott, the time has come. Put 'em on the bus and send 'em off. 

Le /Pol/ Face

Keen-eyed observers of our ridiculously fast-paced news cycle will note Establishment Gregg's been doing just that and the Democrat sanctuary cities aren't very happy about it. Not at all. Of course blacks and latinos coexist in perfect harmony, except that they don't, and the DNC's made the command decision to throw the failing former demographic under the bus, LBJ style. More votes you see, and sorry Black Caucus, you lose the calculus game.

Not Texas but whatever

Regardless, here in Texas we stand united behind the one star, the Lone Star that's the symbol of our Republic.

Alamo,

LSP

HOT NOT HOT

 

Hot

This important mind post is an exercise in juxtaposition, of binary opposites if you will. On the one hand we have Texas, searing under the heat of an incandescent sun. Yes indeed, hot. Then, on the other hand, we have something else.

Not Hot

You may disagree, feel free, there's no "rule." But I'd say not hot. In related news, have you noticed Baphomet's trans? Seriously, the demon Baphomet is a blasphemous mixture of man and woman, with the head of a goat.

You'll note, vast international readership, that people tend to resemble the gods they worship. There's a warning in that, choose wisely my friends. 

Out Demons Out,

LSP

What A Good Day!

 

Every day is a good day in the great Republic of Texas, but today was especially good. Mass #1 went well in an early morning kind of way, and the Senior Warden surprised me afterwards, asking, "What're we going to do for the Feast of Mary in August, because we're St. Mary's." I looked at GH and he looked at me, a man of few words.

GH's Dad, Rest in Peace

"The Feast of the Assumption?" I asked, "That's right, August fifteenth, I reckon we should get together for a cookout the day before. Hamburgers."  Easy decision, "Good idea, let's do it."

And so we  have a plan. Just so you know, GH raises Polled Hereford's on the side and is a good man. I've spent many a happy hour shooting pistols with his father (RIP), against hay bale berms and shooting dove in season on their land. Big fun. Setup in a treeline behind some Mojo decoys and wait for the avian acrobats to brave the flak barrage of #8 shot.

Typical Texas Country Pistol Scene

Mass #2 went well too, with lots of kids, a mercifully brief LSP homily on the remarkable, moving, powerful miracle of Jairus' daughter being raised from the dead, maiden, arise, and then an outstanding potluck after the service. Slow cooked ribs, turkey, pulled pork and more sides than you could count. All delicious. Just a really enjoyable country church lunch after a spirited Eucharist.

Then, as everyone was enjoying themselves, the heavens opened and rain shot down with frontier intensity on the parked rigs of the faithful and the baked Texan land. Seriously, it was pretty much zero viz for an hour or two. 

A Random Firearm

It's raining now, though less furiously, and I like that, cools things right off and smells good to boot. You see, sometimes our old adversary The Weather is our friend. But Climate War aside, what a good day.

God Bless,

LSP

Remember The Alamo

 

Lest we forget:

At 4 o’clock on the morning of March 6, 1836, Santa Anna advanced his men to within 200 yards of the Alamo’s walls. Just as dawn was breaking, the Mexican bloodcurdling bugle call of the Deguello echoed the meaning of the scarlet flag above San Fernando: no quarter. It was Captain Juan Seguin’s Tejanos, the native-born Mexicans fighting in the Texan army, who interpreted the chilling music for the other defenders.

Santa Anna’s first charge was repulsed, as was the second, by the deadly fire of Travis’ artillery. At the third charge, one Mexican column attacked near a breach in the north wall, another in the area of the chapel, and a third, the Toluca Battalion, commenced to scale the walls. All suffered severely. Out of 800 men in the Toluca Battalion, only 130 were left alive. Fighting was hand to hand with knives, pistols, clubbed rifles, lances, pikes, knees and fists. The dead lay everywhere. Blood spilled in the convent, the barracks, the entrance to the church, and finally in the rubble-strewn church interior itself. Ninety minutes after it began, it was over.

All the Texans died. Santa Anna’s loss was 1,544 men.

 

Never surrender,

LSP

Texas Independence

 

Texas won it's independence from the Mexican Imperials on March 2, 1836. All hail Sam Houston and come and take it. Santa Anna? Not so much. 

Some Fool on Genie Belle

We celebrate this great victory today, while setting up statues to General Lee, attempting math, dumping coke and reading Dr. Suess as we play with gender positive Hasbro toys. The less DC the better.

Secession,

LSP

Ramblin' Man

  

Biden's America. Note made in China mask trash in foreground

The sun shone, birds sang, squirrels attacked a cat nesting on the Compound's fence, and the cat won. All was right with the world, so I went for a ramble after morning prayer.

Tarleton House, a wreck since "Biden"

Past the broken down shacks behind Tarleton House, past the flotsam and debris of Biden's America and into the comparative sanity of the local High's "discipline school."

Hail the Discipline School

Dicipline School? It used to be a bakery and sounds ferocious. Like, maybe, Prussian BCT, but it's just where malfeasant teens go to pass high school. The kids have to wear khakis and a polo, a veritable uniform, and they're not allowed to talk in class unless it's requested, either, and their performance or miserable lack thereof is monitored daily. Good heavens.

Doge Lofts?

Sounds a bit like school, which puts the normal ISD carry-on in perspective. Whatever, I know all this because the SPC attended this hallowed hall of academe before embarking on a career of military adventure. He's enrolled in college now, partly thanks to the DS. Thanks, teachers.

And on, past half-occupied warehouses which stand as mute monuments to King Cotton. You'd think some enterprising dogecoin millionaire would turn those upper stories into attractive lofts for people who want rural bucolic haven but have to commute to the appalling metrosprawl to earn a buck.

Then home, and guess what. Governor Abbott's lifting Texas' absurd, stupid, corrupt, iniquitous, snake oil, faked up China virus restrictions. About dam time. Let's hear it for secession.

Republic of Texas forever,

LSP

I Fought The Law

Just kidding. I didn't fight the Law at all but dutifully went to get the rig tested and registered. This meant driving to the "shop" and discovering you have to wear a weird mask, like a robber, to get in the door. So I did, being a law-abiding citizen of the great Republic of Texas.

The Shop

They're a good crew at the "shop" and only charged $7 for the inspection, it didn't even take long. Thanks, guys, appreciate it. Next stop? The Court House, because that's where you register your vehicle.

Fortress

In the old days, people were less lawful in this part of the world and the imposing edifice to Justice still has metal shutters in place for fear of banditry, mayhem and insurrection. Like a fort, which in a way it was and might be again if the going gets weird. See Portland.

All Hail Texas

Of course I'd be happier if it was a collegiate church in a pleasant plaza with fountains, cafes, statues of saints and Confederate generals but there it is. The place burned down a little while ago and Willie Nelson helped to rebuild it, before he degenerated into a completely useless old hippy.

Willie aside, the Courthouse has gone full COVID. A pleasant young policeman asked if I had any symptoms of the Red Death, then took my temperature with a handheld machine which was doubtless made in China. 

Huh

I wished him a muffled joy of the day through my annoying and stupid mask and offered an informal salute. Defend the Police, Thin Blue Line. 

And then it was wait in line because the Kung Flu says only two people at a time are allowed in the registration office. Still, it wasn't too bad. A couple of veterans noticed each others' hat insignia in the queue.

"You served with the...?!?"

"What?!?"

"You served with..."

"Jets. Jet engines all day every day!"

"Can't hear you. What!"

A Rig

Good men, respect, and all too soon the line was at an end and I was forking over $75 for the white privilege of being road legal. Where does this money go? To the police and army of Texas, I hope.

Remember the Alamo,

LSP

Texas Independence Day

What makes this night different than all other nights? That's easy, we celebrate Texas' independence from the tyranny of Mexico.

On March 2, 1836, Texans threw off the yoke of Mexican oppression, declaring their independence as a Sovereign Republic. Almost two months later, on April 21, 1836, the declaration became a reality with the battle of San Jacinto.

After a series of maneuvers, the two small armies faced each other, some 500 yards apart. Then, at 4.00 pm, Texans began a stealthy advance through tall grass to the Mexican lines, pulling cannon behind them. 

At 4.30 pm the cannon fired and the Texans rose up, charging the enemy to the cries of Remember the Alamo! and Remember Goliad! After 18 minutes of ferocious hand to hand fighting, the Mexican army broke and ran.

The slaughter continued long after the main action, with the victorious Texans ill-disposed to give quarter to an enemy that had shown no mercy a month earlier in San Antonio. 

And while General Sam Houston and other officers attempted to stop the killing, their soldiers "continued to chant "Remember the Alamo! Remember Goliad!" while frightened Mexican infantry yelled 'Me no Alamo!' and begged for mercy to no avail."

650 Mexican soldiers were killed and 300 captured, 11 Texans died and 30 were wounded. Santa Anna, "Napoleon of the West," was captured. 

Less than a decade later, the Republic of Texas was annexed by the United States. Mistake?

You decide,

LSP