IT RAINED

 

We certainly live in an age of miracle and wonder, it rained yesterday evening. One minute a blazing hot sun in a clear blue sky and the next, dark clouds rolling in from the West. There they were, overhead, above the Compound, but would it actually rain or was this some kind of cruel joke.

No, it was not a joke. Slow, fat, drops began to fall from the sky as the temperature went right down and then more, faster. Not with the full fury of a Texan storm but not bad either, so I went out onto the front porch to behold the sheer bliss of the thing. Rain. Beautiful.

typical Texas street scene

Then, all too soon, the rain stopped, but I'm not complaining, everything cooled right down. Let's see more of this climate change.

Happily,

LSP

Changes

 

typical Texas street scene

Changes, I won't link to the Bowie song, but that's what this small aspect of rural North Central Texas is all about. Yep, changes. For example, the hideous yellow Queen Anne house is no longer yellow, its siding's been ripped off and new and remarkably ugly plastic windows face the public from its historic visage. 

why is this even called "Queen Anne"?

Hey, maybe this is better than the crack house it's been for the last 15 years, likewise our old favorite, the Meth Shack. Alas, the Meth Shack's no longer home to tack-heads in their underwear, wife beaters and pajama bottoms lolling around onna porch with lotto tickets and heads fulla meth.

Meth Shack

No, it's been bought by Jose, who's fixing the place up, well done. But who will buy the Disciples of Christ? Good question, ask the realtor; I liked that little congregation and it's sad to see it go down. But what can we say, so many little conventicles within a several block radius, all of them in competition.

for sale, alas

I tell you, if this town had been set up by Christians its central monument and focus would have been a collegiate church, surrounded by cafes, restaurants, fountains, gun shops, bakers, Confederate monuments and everything civilized. But no, we put up a courthouse.  There, in the very center of town lies a monument to secularism. Reflect, drill down on such wickedness.

pick 'n steal

Too harsh? Perhaps, but even so, it speaks to the hierarchy of Law and Faith in our country. The former clearly pulls rank on the latter. Westphalia aside, look at the result, Faith is trampled on by secular Law.

the Compound

But not at the Compound, and some things don't change. The Pick 'n Steal stands steady in the ferocious crosswinds of our present culture war and so does the Manse. Yes, accidents may very well change but substance remains the same.

It's raining now, a storm's blown in, we thank God for that.

Your Friend,

LSP

Typical Texas Street Scene

 

There was a cotton gin about a minute's walk from this well paved Texan street, right up into the '50s. Now it's gone because our asset-stripping, traitor overlords wanted moar money. But what happens when offshored industry supply chains become weaponized?

Don't say pay for your LNG in gold backed rubles, instead congratulate yourself on corporate utopian wokeness. Hey, you don't have a job, serf, but not to worry, Netflix has race quotas, perhaps you've seen it. There you are watching a late medieval historical drama and lo and behold, the Lord of the Manor's an African American. Far out, now we know.

The appalling Netflix has lost some $50 billion in revenue as of the other day, so maybe Elon's new Twitter can take up the slack? In the meanwhile leftist heads are exploding all over bi-coastal America, and pundits predict tectonic upheaval.

That's as maybe. But as we reflect on geology, since when did the Left become shills of Globo Big Corp? Since they went rainbow, obvs.

Cheers,

LSP

Midweek Roundup

 

Typical Texas Street Scene

It's a hard life. When not watching inspirational videos of Eva Peron who could, per LL, launch several B 52s, it's all about Vespers or Evening Prayer.

Speaking of which, do you remember our bizarrely incompetent retreat from Afghanistan? How much money, we have to ask, was paid to the "big guy," and why aren't the people he paid in full control of the Panjshir Valley? Apparently they're not. "Ban, ban, Taliban," as the song goes.

Let's see how the resistance plays out. In other news, more and more people are getting sick from the vax, China's facing a Lehman moment and Biden's popularity is tanking, which is weird, coz he's the most popular president ever in the history of popularity. 

And lest we forget, the millionaire celebrities at the Emmys were exempt from masking because they're "performers." Quite unlike you, the serf. Maybe we need some frontier justice?

Your Old Pal,

LSP

A Typical Trans Texas Street Scene

Here we are on the streets of Texas, God is in his heaven and we're down on earth as the sun shines in a hazy blue sky, X-Rays of the screwed together femur report positive and, what's this? Let's zoom in.

A child riding on a gaily maned, pink-hoofed unicorn! You scratch your head in wonder, is this rural Texas or San Francisco, maybe Austin? Then you remember that a Dallas court just ruled against a man who tried to stop his estranged wife giving his 7 year old son a sex-change.

That's right, the kid liked some Disney cartoon flick called Frozen, featuring Elsa the Snow Queen, so his mother decided he was a girl and now the little guy's looking forward to enriching Big Pharma and riding the rainbow for the rest of his life. If he survives, many don't.

Remember, unicorns may look cute and harmless but the frolicksome beasts have a notoriously sharp horn, to say nothing of fiercely thudding hooves. And since when was a 7 year old qualified to make decisions about anything, much less a g*dammed sex change?

Sounds like the Devil's work, to say nothing of insanity. Perhaps the two go hand in hand, according to the infernal logic of the Pit.

Your Friend,

LSP