Rocky Paths

 

Same Old Rock

Some of you enjoy idyllic trout streams and rivers full of salmon or walleye, others again spend their time sea fishing off the coasts of fabled islands. Me? It's mostly all about Lake Whitney and, to be fair, the mighty Brazos, which is where I went this morning in a desperate bid to escape the crazy.

"Maybe getting out in the clean air of Texas will do you good," I thought grimly to myself as I loaded a couple of rods into the bed of the rig, "As opposed to staring in slack-jawed Francoist consternation at the end of the world."

Witch way mysticke sister?

And yes, it was good to get to the lake and cast off into the depths, and there were plenty of fish, no doubt about it, I could see them gliding by the bank and jumping with fierce predatory aggression. But did I catch any?

No. I did not. It was like our wars, Enemy 1, Home Team 0, but what am I saying. Every moment spent under the free sky of Texas is a moment worth living, a victory in itself. Just you try it and see. 

Ye Olde LSP

In the meanwhile, the Specialist called in and's settling down well into his his new unit, 57th ESB (expeditionary tactical signals). He has, predictably, asked to be sent to Central Asia, but fortunately that's off bounds for now. Not a good deployment, eh?

That aside, there is an equestrian club at Ft. Hood which practices boot-to-boot cav charges, swords out, run! I told him, "Well you can ride, so join in. Just don't fall off and skewer yourself with your wretched sabre." Always paternal, you see.

Your Best Pal,

LSP

Swords In Texas!

For well over a century Texas has labored under the harsh strictures of the hated Reconstruction Government, which banned citizens from defending themselves, negating their freedom. But at last tyranny is being dismantled. 

This Friday, Texans will be allowed to openly carry swords and not only swords, but also daggers, dirks, throwing knives, stilettos, poniards, machetes and spears. 

So as of the end of this week, if you want to stroll over to the Tractor Supply Company, Karen's Authentic Mexican Food, the nearest feed store, Walmart or just down the road to the local Pick 'n Steal with your cavalry saber strapped to your hip, go right ahead. 

Here at the Compound we applaud this latest step forward on the path to ever greater liberty and are sensibly getting down to business, sharpening sabers and perfecting the drill. 

We believe that an armed society is a polite society, except at the charge in which case it's devil take the hindmost and ride like fury.

Thanks, LL, for the tip.

Your Pal,

LSP