Showing posts with label Texit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Texit. Show all posts

Monday, December 4, 2023

Back in Dallas

 



It's that time of year when you barrel down I35 to Dallas on a mission to set up Christmas at Ma LSP's place in North Oak Cliff, and it feels good to be back with all the houses lit up for the holiday, all very festive. Nice, but then you drive a few blocks over to the 7-11 to pick up a phone charger and everything changes.


The 7-11


There's a homeless guy slumped over by the doorway, a couple of fat little tackheads in dirty pajama bottoms getting loud over pizza slices, one's wearing a mask, why? and the whole place stinks of pot. Neck tattoo store clerk takes your cash with a snarl and you get the feeling this inconvenience store could go off-hook  at any moment, which it could. 


Typical Oak Cliff Street Scene


Like no kidding. Back in June a store worker was shot and killed in this 7-11 by some random POC who was after cash, I don't know if he was caught. So I was glad to get back to Christmasland HQ and tomorrow we'll venture forth in search of a tree. 

Stay tuned for more of this urban Texan story as it unfolds.

Texit,

LSP

Friday, May 12, 2023

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

Friday, June 11, 2021

Bonnie Blue



Notice General Lee's discomfort. But regardless, a battle for local rights, autonomy and freedom against the dead hand of DC tyrants. Today? Where will it end? Your call.

Deo Vindice,

LSP

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Spotlighting

CSM Briefs Recruits

OK, you've done your bit for King and Country by sitting in the stand while the sun sets over Texas, and it wasn't bad. Deer, turkey, hawks and all of that, but no pigs, then it was too dark to shoot. So what do you do? Wait for the Ranger to turn up from the other stand and go spotlighting.


Random Rainbow

I acted as spotter and the kids changed guns to a 12 gauge pump and a Ruger American .22. Ready to go! And remember, when shooting over the top of the vehicle your barrel is several inches lower than your scope. So don't shoot the Ranger's lighting rig off, gentlemen.


Room With a View

They didn't, but they did shoot their first coons and rabbits. Well done, boys, good snap shots on the bunnies, and I won't pretend that it wasn't neat to hear the sound and fury of the guns going off overhead and into the night. An AR added to the mix and why not? After all, you have to make sure the weapon works.


First Rabbit

Back at the Compound, the guns were unloaded, make safe!, and I showed the recruits how to skin their rabbits. That was a first for them, and a skill they're not going to learn in nanny state's rainbow hued halls of academe.


Food Isn't Grown in Supermarkets

Evening excitement over, it was time to relax. No internet, no phone service, no Hillary cavorting about like a pantsuit demon, just you, the brilliant stars overhead and the sound of the country at night.

That, just in itself, is no small thing and powerful medicine for the soul.

If you meet the Buddha on the road, shoot it.

Gun rights,

LSP

Monday, July 11, 2016

Deep in The Heart of Texas



Well, deep in Texas, anyway, trying to break the summer Bass code. To help us in this, we launched an old V-Hull into the Big Pond, the objective being to get into the center of the lake and fish in deeper, colder waters.




At first all went well. The trolling motor worked, the wind was was at our backs and the going was easy. Shad, like miniature dolphins, schooled and leaped all around us. Good news, where the Shad leap, there bite the Bass. So goes fishing wisdom.

Then disaster struck. The battery wound down and the relentless current, driven by a fierce Texan wind, swept us to the far bank. Nothing for it but to row back, as opposed to actually fishing.




What was learned? There is a spot, in the middle of the pond, where there's a superabundance of Shad. Get there and fish appropriately and chances are you'll catch Leviathan Bass. Also, get a working battery and an anchor. Proper preparation prevents...




Then it was time to head back to the Compound, in the golden light of a setting sun. And there's nothing wrong with that, at all.

TEXIT,

LSP

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Be Prepared



In the wake of Thursday's terror op in Dallas, some people are cautioning preparedness. What does that look like?

Maybe it looks a bit like a Glock 21. Others are saying that we need to "dream again," dream of a beautiful world with "beautiful people." What does that look like?


How Very Lovely

I'll leave you to decide which option is most effective. In the meanwhile, invest in extra magazines, they might come in handy.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Texit Time To Go?



Whether you think it's right or wrong to kill babies in the womb, it's probably a safe bet to say that most everybody thinks abortion's a surgical procedure. So, in order to make the procedure or murder safe, it makes sense to force abortion clinics to operate under regulations for "ambulatory surgical centers." 

Well, sense perhaps to anyone but the Supreme Court of the United States, who've ruled along partisan lines to overturn Texas legislation that would have acted to reduce the possibility of Kermit Gosnell-style Houses of Horror occurring in the Lone Star State.




Regardless of SCOTUS' belief that abortion is a constitutional right, really, the framers of the Constitution would have thought that? what's on display here is a radical disconnect between a politicized Supreme Court and what the people of a state believe is right and true.

Nothing, per the SCOTUS majority, must stand against the sacred right of abortion, not even normal surgical center regulations. Texans, via their legislature, think otherwise and at some point there has to be a clash, or constitutional crisis.




The bottom line is this. Citizens should not obey unjust laws and, as a matter fact, people won't obey laws that they don't believe in. Any court which attempts to impose them becomes irrelevant at best, or a touchstone of anger, division and conflict at worst. With this latest ruling, it seems we're on course for the latter.

No wonder Texans are talking about leaving the Union and, in case you wondered, the Lone Star State has roughly the same GDP as Australia and more people.

Texit,

LSP

Monday, June 27, 2016

The Genius of Black Lives Matter



Do you remember the Orlando nightclub shooting, in which Omar Mateen went Jihad on the dancefloor? By way of a refresher, there was a fair bit of head scratching over the massacre; why would anyone do such a thing, asked the press, punditry and rightleft prog elites.

A bit of a conundrum, eh. But not to worry, Black Lives Matter got right down to it and found the culprit and the motive. Via Rod Dreher:


Despite the media’s framing of this as a terrorist attack, we are very clear that this terror is completely homegrown, born from the anti-Black white supremacy, patriarchy and homophobia of the conservative right and of those who would use religious extremism as a weapon to gain power for the few and take power from the rest. Those who seek to profit from our deaths hope we will forget who our real enemy is, and blame Muslim communities instead.


That's right, it was a hate-filled, homophobic, white supremacist that shot up the rainbow. As Dreher deftly puts it, "In case you didn’t notice, Omar Mateen, an Afghani-American radical gay Muslim registered as a Democrat, was really a right-wing, gay-hating, white conservative. No, Black Lives Matter isn’t crazy at all."


A Typical Patriarchal White Supremacist

Sitting here, on a pile of ammunition crates, fishing rods, deadly assault rifles and Bob Geldof voodoo dolls, it strikes me that our discourse, in what's left of Western civilization, has become insane. There's something hellish about that.

Time to Texit,

LSP


The Sun Sets



As the sun was setting on Brussels and Bob Geldof's New World Order, I looked out across the Big Pond, hoping for a Leviathan Bass. I hoped in vain. Like the people of Sunderland, Tyneside and Basildon, the fish weren't fooled by the empty promise of the enticing lure. They saw through it and decided against the worm.

Except for one fish, who took the bait and started travelling with it. I gazed down at the water in astonishment, gave the line a gentle tug, and the fish swam off. "So you figured the fish was going to set the hook all by itself?" asked GWB. "Er, yeah," I replied, "Sometimes they do that." 


A Typical Millionaire Socialist

My intuition says that GWB wasn't too impressed with this small gem of angling wisdom, but whatever the case, he went on to catch a fish on his fly rod. Well done.


GWB's Fish

Then night fell and it was time to leave the pond and head back to the Compound. Whether Texas will "Texit" and part company with America's ruling DC overlords, is presently unclear. That the Bass are trying to escape the searing summer heat by moving to deeper waters is more certain. 

I've resolved to get in a boat and go after them.

Fish on,

LSP