Showing posts with label ambush. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ambush. Show all posts

Friday, February 28, 2025

Ambush

 



"You're all dressed up today," said 47 to the dwarven Ukrainian Narco Money Launderer as he met POTUS in DC. The encounter escalated into all-out disaster for Cocainsky as he talked over, disrespected and acted out like a spoiled child in the Oval Office.

You'll note his veiled threat below. Viz. The Atlantic's not going to protect you anymore. Whereupon Trump goes full Don:



Wow. Never seen anything like it, ever, and it ended with Z getting booted out of the White House and staffers eating his lunch. Dam. Even Lindsey Graham, a war mongering UKR hawk, excoriated the diminutive, disrespectful and insulting Ukrainian vassal puppet.

Keen-eyed readers may remember a scene in Pulp Fiction. In the meanwhile, Z returns to Ukraine. Will he face prison when he gets there?

Cheers,

LSP

PS. Is Z high?!? Serious question. 

Sunday, February 4, 2018

A Good Sunday



It was a good Sunday in the Missions, with everyone coming together well to worship God and enjoy the fellowship that comes naturally from communion in the Mystical Body of Christ.

Speaking of which, there was nearly a disaster over a cake and a flower. That didn't happen, praise God, but I was asked for advice.




"Padre, it didn't seem right. I've had enough," said a barely restrained, decorated Veteran Crew Chief (VCC). I pondered this, it was a moment, defeat and victory hung in balance.

"VCC, think of it as an ambush.You were ambushed by a Pointsettia."
"Ummm, yeah, I guess," replied a polite but hardly convinced VCC.
"So how do you fight through this ambush?" 
Silence, after all, this is dangerous ground.
"You walk around it, Chief."




Laughter ensued and all was right with the world again. The day ended around a fire pit out in the country, where some churchpeople are building a compound and more power to them. 

It was good being out under the stars in the clean country air and away from the NFL.




Were we drinking Old Raj gin? I'll leave that to your imagination.

God bless,

LSP