Showing posts with label Texas Free State. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Texas Free State. Show all posts

Friday, October 16, 2026

A Plane Back To Texas

 


Maybe I'm wrong, but it seems to me as though economy or "cattle class" air travel's gotten worse. Cramped, uncomfortable, and topped off with inedible food which you're supposed to eat with reconstituted wooden approximations to knife, fork and spoon (KFS). Maybe this is because about half of the plane is devoted to higher paying customers, Preferred Economy, Premium, Business and First, leaving little room for miserable, cheapskate cattle.




"Good business model," I thought, squeezed into a narrow chair, "Charge a premium for something everyone used to take for granted, like real cutlery and edible food, and let those who can't afford it sit at the back of the plane." A parable, if you like, for the middle class, which used to be able to afford a house in, say, London or Edinburgh, and now can't. Still, the flight wasn't bad and I passed the time reading Ursula Le Guin's excellent early sci-fi.



Before you can say City of Illusions, the plane lurched and settled onto the tarmac at DFW and off we went to meet our fate at customs. and baggage reclaim. All easy and quick, thanks to facial recognition tech which will not and cannot ever be used against us. And then onto the road outside Terminal D, departures.

What a contrast to Heathrow. All about the car, and there seemed a vitality or life to the thing, prosperity even, all kinds of movement, which made the UK airport experience seem somehow smaller, constricted and staid. In fairness, LHR has direct rail downtown and DFW doesn't, so I caught a fast cab run by a Nigerian who played Evangelical sermons throughout the trip on "forgiveness," very important. 

Take note, forgiveness, if we would be forgiven, is key. Theological imperatives aside, I arrived at Dallas HQ in good time and that was that, holiday excursion to the UK at an end. And what had this recce patrol discovered?




That London's Zone 1 isn't a Commie Caliphate, and neither were Ludlow, Edinburgh and Cheltenham, to say nothing of Clubland. Take heart, punters, that part of the UK's far more homogenous than DEI America. That said, soft Left globalism seemed to be the default position of the educated class, fed by its appalling BBC and execrable Guardian et al. A default which may be showing signs of cracking, thanks  to the country's effectively open dinghy border. Even left-centrist people are saying enough is enough.




As they should. Why should tiny, shoebox size England provide welfare for all the world? It can't and ultimately won't. Just you watch the gleeful reaction of all those imported votes when the cash spigot's turned off, don't say messy. 

Be that as it may, there were far fewer Rainbow, Climate Hoax, Trans billboards on display than in the last few years. Perhaps the mood of the Caliphate is shifting, and go figure, the UK tends to mirror US trends; does this mean a patriot shift incoming? I'd like to hope so, and in the meanwhile, it's great to be back in the Texas Free State.

More anon,

LSP


Tuesday, June 21, 2022

Mad Dogs And Englishmen

 



Mad dogs and Englishmen, what do they do? They go out in the noonday sun, or so it's claimed. To test this theory I loaded up the rig with a couple of rods and headed for the lake in the pyramid peak intensity of the Texan sun.

Were there any mad dogs at Soldiers Bluff? Yes there were, doing mad dog stuff on the opposite bank. Was there anyone else? No, there was not, only me, and it was starting to look like the old adage was true. Even the fish, our piscine adversary were lying low.




To test the theory further, I headed over to the other side of the dam, you know, follow the science. And guess what? It was deserted, no one was there, not even a mad dog, they were on the other side of the dam, crazily frolicking in the hot water.

No, there was just one Englishman with a US passport, some frozen shad, a few rods and the ovenlike heat of Texas in the midst of a regular day in June. Hot, so hot your eyelids are sweating while the fish, heatshocked, hang deep in cooler water.




It's a challenge and a good one. You've proved the old noonday axiom, LSP, I thought to myself, grimly tying on a #6 hook, will you get a fish? Serious question, and a seriously bad time to try your luck against our finned friends. You see, they just don't want to know, too busy sensibly sleeping out the heat.

Undeterred, I cast off with shad and worm. But where? Into the shade of the spillway's fishing pier, get the science? And lo and behold, reeled in Black Drum and Perch variants. What does this mean.




That no, fish as well as mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noonday sun, at least in Texas. Science has shown us this. Also, it may be hot as a preheating oven but get out there in the country and fish. Good for mind, body and soul.

Tight Lines,

LSP

Monday, October 4, 2021

Monday Madness

 



I've heard Albertans are fleeing the Province.




Why would that be?





And they're moving to Texas. Yes, the FREE STATE.


Your Pal,

LSP