We Are All Rhodesians Now

 

Just saying,

LSP

Malfeasance Oppression Tyrannical Partiality

 

Looks like you crossed some kinda line, Fani, and now you have to pay the price. Which she might be able to do because Fani's net worth is mere 8 million socialist dollars. You can read all about it on Zero, here.

Bushcraft, bringing home the bacon

In sum, massive corruption. What are we, Zimbabwe? Something like that, but with far greater amounts of DEI cash to sling around the Malfeasance Zone which is our governance. Come back, Selous Scouts, all is forgiven.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Some Kind of Pathetic Zimbabwe Wakanda Joke?

The black revolutionary Marxist militia, NFAC, turned up in Louisville. They had lots of guns because they're revolutionaries who're going to "burn the system down" if they don't get their way.

 C'mon, go home, a larp's a larp

Yeah. Then one of the cosplay comrades shot himself and some of his buddies in a fit of Zimbabwean cultural appropriation. Coz it's all a larp till you shoot your friend's shin off.

Yum!

Blacks make up around 13% of the US population. They account for over 50% of the nation's crime and 85% of violent crime. As one person in Detroit put it, "They're a race unique to America," and Zimbabwe Wakanda.

Selous Scouts forever,

LSP

Calgary Hippy Discovers Rhodesia

After a grueling flight, which was delayed by 3 hours because the plane was broken, I arrived in Calgary. It was good to be back in the land of the ice and snow and I checked in to the Hyatt, downtown.

A Typical Calgary Bar

Good stuff, I like the Calgary Hyatt and it's fun to walk out of the hotel and into the blinding snow, to look at the shops on Stephen Avenue. I was doing just that when a tall hippy came up to me, complete with long hair and beard. He was wearing a pink vest over his coat, and I noticed the pink outfit had a curious logo. "Because I'm A Girl," it said. Hunh, I thought, incisively.

Stephen Avenue Attacked by the Weather

"Can I speak with you for a moment?" said the hippy. "Sure," I replied, "but only for a moment." Heartened by my friendly man-in-the-snow demeanor, the hippy asked where I came from, then launched into his pitch. 

"I'm with Because I'm A Girl."
"Oh, you are?"
"Yeah, we're the oldest community development organisation in the thir... developing countries."
"You nearly said 'third world,' didn't you."
"Uhh, yeah, I guess I kind of did."

The Because I'm A Girl Hippy looked pretty sheepish and started to make a pink-vested excuse for his thought crime. I interrupted.

"Look, I really don't care. I still call it Rhodesia."
"Rhodesia? What's that?"
"Zimbabwe, mate."

Realization dawned on the face of my new friend, and Because I'm A Girl gaped, like a bearded Bass; then he began to laugh. I headed off to look for snow boots.

Make of this what you will.

LSP

Pet Lion Sold For Body Parts!!

Everyone's favorite pet lion, Cecil, has been shot by a vicious white cash hunter, and sold for body parts. The world is enraged. Cecil's vital organs can be bought for just:

Liver:  $1000

Heart:  $1800

Lungs:  $1600

Intestine:  $800

Eyes:  $500

So go on, take your pick. It's just "tissue." And if you think our new normal resembles Soylent Green, but only a lot sicker, well, maybe you have a point.

And remember this, Soylent Green is made out of people.

Chow down,

LSP