Get Off Of My Cloud

 

It's been busy here. No rest, gentle readers, for the wicked.

All Hail Our Rulers,

LSP

Gimme Shelter

 

This seems appropriate right about now. And here at the Compound we wonder if Big Tech trying to ban people who disagree with you is somehow "progressive." Like wow, "I'm a socialist, that's why I support Silicon Valley billionaires telling everyone what to think." Absurd ain't in it and you'd think they'd recall the Bolshevik revolution eating its own, but no, history's not taught anymore, and neither is truth.

Without that, an objective standard of reality you conform to or don't, the accordance of mind to thing, you're left with what? Opinion and its enforcement, with the exercise of power unchained from any external constraint. Or to put it another way, with an unchecked lust for power, and we've seen the results. The Nazi KZs, Russia's Gulags, Cambodia's Killing Fields, and on. In short, with the mass slaughter of the 20th Century. 

I pray that this utter evil isn't heading our way, though it seems close and perhaps we're already in it. How many babies are killed in the womb, every minute of every day? Ask yourself, what will a people or nation which condones such a thing not do? 

So here's the Stones:

Thanks, Dr. Swankenstein, for the tip.

Cheers,

LSP

Get Yer Ya Yas Out!

Ya Yas? No, not the famous Rolling Stones album but Ya Ya's Mexican diner, which used to be called Montes. It belongs to Ya Ya now because she took it over from the previous owners after being a waitress there for years. Good for her.

The menu's the same, though the waterproof tablecloths have changed from faux western style worked leather to an attractive dun color, complete with horseshoes. And I tell you, it's the best Mexican food in this small Texan farming community. 

I always get huevos rancheros, refried beans, fried potato chunks, two eggs over easy on corn tortillas with salsa fresca. And it comes complete with two tasty homemade tortillas, which you use to clean up the plate as you listen to Mexican dance music over the tannoy and drink strong coffee. Delicious, right on the money and good luck Ya Ya, may you prosper.

There's a dinosaur museum next to the restaurant, featuring reconstructed saurians and even whole fossilized skeletons. It used to be a filling station, the HQ of a chain that extended, according to local legend, to Europe. I haven't been in because the hours are strange, but I will; it'd be good to learn about our Jurassic past after a satisfying encounter with Mexico at Ya Ya's.

We're told by the experts that a comet or asteroid strike killed off the dinosaurs, and maybe it did. We're also told that humans in any way, shape or form didn't exist then, and it seems preposterous to think we did. That said, why are there fossilized human footprints running alongside those of dinosaurs?

Science says they're fake, not dissimilar, when you think about it, to our election results.

Cheers,

LSP

She's A Rainbow

Until she's a backstabbing, knife in the back psycho.  What then? Fall back to your last RV, regroup, and advance to contact. Or simply run like fury :)

Cheers,

LSP

A Sunday Meditation

Mass at Mission #1 was over insofar as the Mass is ever over, which it isn't, and we fell back to the church hall for coffee. 

Time, eternity and the Sacrifice aside, conversation was mostly about getting milk from your cows, these being Polled Herefords, chickens getting picked off by Buzzards, an issue, and the usual stories about coyotes and bobcats. Then things took a turn for the spiritual.

"Padre, can you say a prayer."

"I'd be glad to, what for?"

"Well, I bought tickets for the Rolling Stones as a Valentines Day gift for T."

"Yes?"

"Thing is, need you to pray they'll still be alive in time for the concert!"

Some argue Keef and Mick have no business remaining on this mortal coil, others say "let him that is without sin jail the first stone." And not before time, either.

Here endeth the Lesson,

LSP

Halloween

No, that's not some kid dressed up in a spooky Halloween costume, it's Mick Jagger singing a devil's night toe-tapper. But point of order, what business did Mick have saying we all killed JFK? Er, no we didn't. Whatever, I guess someone thought it sounded good.

That annoying lyrical point aside, have a great Halloween and remember, it's not Satan's Birthday, it's the Eve of All Saints.

God bless,

LSP

The Screeching Pantsuit Lost - Bring It On 2020

Hey, I know it's old but it's still gold. They never, not for a moment, thought she'd lose. Then boom, the Screeching Pantsuit lost and lost hard. Here's some toe-tapping uplift.

Picture, if you can, the rage, consternation, fury and literal tears when the Trump Train steams in 2020. Against what, Biden? Some kind of joke?

Don't say Burisma and all roads lead to Ukraine.

LSP

Walk Against Jihad

Everyone has to play their part in the war against global Jihad, and I did mine, by taking Blue EOD for a walk through the autumnal boulevards of ye olde Dallas this morning.

My K9 ordnance expert  wasted no time sniffing for potential IEDs and keeping a keen nose out for any random sleeper cells that were thinking of cooking-off for Allah.

He launched at a bus that roared by the 7/11, it wisely didn't stop, and at a Salvation Army truck. Come to think about it, I'll have to work on his threat recognition software...

Then, after a mile or so, the patrol was over and we found ourselves back at HQ. Unscathed. I thank God for that.

Mind how you go,

LSP

Just A Shot Away

I35

Sometimes what I do is get on the highway in the rain and the dark and wind up Gimme Shelter full volume  on the truck's basic but powerful jukebox. Armed?

fighting monkey armed with club

Ask the monkey.

Fierce beasts, fighting monkeys and that, readers, is just the way it is.

LSP