Good Work - Soldier

 

Boy on Left

It's been some 5 years since my eldest joined up and he's done well, made Sergeant, turned his life around, no small thing. But you know, when I told all three of you readers that he'd enlisted one Anon commented, probably from England or Canada, I didn't check, words to this effect, "You're proud now, idiot Nazi, but you can congratulate yourself when he comes home with his legs blown off."

Wow, what a cruel thing to say to a Father who's son's signed up to serve his country and potentially put his life on the line  for our defense. OK, it's the internet and of course I didn't reply, but it still hurts, and here's the thing.

Having a goodly pride in your country and people and stepping up to the plate to defend that is a virtue, and I'll defend this virtue all day long, as would my eldest and many others like him. We're patriots. Of course such a thing is nonsense and worse than nonsense to the nihilist asset-strippers and their shill dupes who've been wrecking our country for decades to fill their own already deep pockets. But question.

Who, beloved NWO Illuminati Trans WEF Corporatist Bolshevik BIS Jeckyll Island Overlords, will you get to oversee your total takeover of everyone apart from yourselves? The Army? Mindful of this, you may have noticed the UK pretty much abolished its once mighty Army, Navy and Air Force in favor of lots and lots of police and cameras. 

Oops, right at the point that we're fixing, baying, gusting, shouting to fight industrial scale war with Russia and China. Against evil Putler and lesser Satan Xi. Whoa, shurely shome mishtake. (big drinks all 'round, another G&T? Carry on, ahem, Ed.) Perhaps a 45-47 tenure can wrest us away from the neocon death grip. Or perhaps they'll keep on coming on and trust the loyalty of the men with the guns to further the Rainbow Project. Good luck with that, I guess we'll see.

Don't Mess With Texas

In the meanwhile, good work, kid. Apparently the little guy in the photo is Nepalese and a "good soldier."  Well there's most certainly precedent for that. 

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Small Change Charity

 

The Pick 'n Steal hasn't changed much over the years and I should know, I walk there pretty much every day for coffee after Morning Prayer. A bit samey perhaps, so I've decided to change things up.

Now, instead of leaving the P 'n S, 20 oz tumbler of coffee in hand and walking with urgency back to the Compound, I stop and put some change on a metal box fixed to the side of the shop.

Day 2, there's lots more now, untouched so far

It's a kind of experiment. How much change will accumulate before someone takes it? So far no one has and what does this mean? That our small farming community's rich and doesn't need the money? Hardly. That P 'n S customers aren't thieving scoundrels? If only that were true.

Let's see how this exciting exercise in small change charity unfolds. Hey, every penny counts and get 'em quick before our benevolent rulers ban cash. Speaking of charity, I put in some time at the food bank the other day, helping to unload a truck-full of food for the needy.

What a lot of food! Turkeys, chicken, ham, canned goods, delicious fish and on, not least boxes of farm fresh produce. Great result and it was good to help out for a good cause. We don't want to encourage scrounging malfeasance but neither do we want to see people going hungry.

Just a random small business shut down. Thanks, asset-strippers

They say clergy should spend time outside their churches doing good in the community. I'd agree with that and must do more. It was, you recall, the way of the early church.

Cheers,

LSP

Saturday Sermon

 

Willie Nelson Fixed This

People in London complain because COVID asset strippers killed off landmarks, like Simpson's on the Strand, the Savoy Tailors Guild and great bank branches like Lloyd's Law Courts and the Aldwych/Strand Barclays, which is now an annoyingly overpriced restaurant. And pubs, the Tipperary on Fleet Street (oldest Irish pub in town?) is now no more. 

How very tragic, and I mean that. Hopefully USD will continue to grow in strength so we can buy and save these places, for posterity and the good of all. You can imagine, there we are on the Strand and the monkey produces a battered $20 bill. Helpful simian, "Thank you, monkey, we shall buy this place."

But seriously, Londoners who think they have it bad should visit this rural Texan haven's town square and take stock.

Gary...

Quackers "ice cream parlor" and burger joint? Shut. Axe Throwing startup in our old Citizen's bank, shut. Antique shops, they tried to reinvent this town as an antique shop, shut x 4. Burger King? Shut. 2 of 4 car dealers? Shut. Gold Nugget Pawn? Shut. And the list goes on, small town mercantile carnage. But don't worry, your kid can get a sex change as zhir goes to a highway strip mall for puberty blockers. What a crock.

There's an issue here and a big one. Why can't we, the wealthiest, most powerful nation on the face of the planet make beautiful, livable cities and towns? And for a fact we mostly don't, we've produced one urban sh*thole after another, see Detroit, Chicago, Gary, Dallas, Fort Worth, Atlanta, Baltimore, Milwaukee, Upstate New York and on, take your pick.

Why? Market forces, greed? Sure, all of that and more besides, but it doesn't have to be this way. We have more than enough power and creativity to build places to live in to uplift heart and mind. To do so, we must change or convert our collective soul.

Acknowledging that such a thing exists would be a good start. And then, just maybe, seeing we were wrong to enthrone secular, temporal power in the heart of our towns, in the courthouse on the square. This would've been a cathedral or collegiate church in a better age. I won't bang on.

Let's fix our cities and towns.

Your Pal,

LSP

And So To Home

 

All good things, bar heaven, come to an end and so did this exeat to London and the UK. A final trip to the all day breakfast on Grays Inn Rd, thanks PA, a foray to St. Albans, Holborn, and a few pints at the Lamb and the Rugby followed by a plate of carbonara at Ciao Bella on Lamb's Conduit Street. So tasty.

Then back to LHR, Terminal Three, a total nightmare, and onto a sardine can masquerading as an international flight. I tell you, getting the bus from Victoria to Chepstow in the 1980s was more dignified and comfortable, which isn't saying much.

some rando curry house onna Strand

10 hours later you're back home in the Texas Free State, and that felt good. There's an expansiveness and freedom to Texas which England just doesn't have. That said, it was heart-wrenching to leave the Old Country. Partly because it's my homeland, especially London, and also because of its great beauty and interest. Everywhere you look there's something to stay the eye.

Texas? Yes, the same, but here everything's new, right down to the newly pioneered land of the place, to say nothing of noxious strip malls and the appalling DFW metrosprawl we call a city. Still, good to be home in the free atmos of the Lone Star State. There's air to breathe.

Look, my olde flatte!

So what's the scoop, the story on the UK? Well, their government's imploding, coffee shops are ludicrously abounding, the Pound is hideously weakening, cigarettes are stupidly pricey as is petrol. Red Bull is cheap, wine is cheap too, but you can't afford to get a house unless you're stupid rich, and... everyone believes in the vaccines, big time.

"Oh, better run off and get my booster," says one quondam anarchist and off xe goes to burn incense on the Altar of Big Pharma Pfizer. Climate Change too; everyone's convinced the Ice Caps are gonna melt and flood Martha's Vineyard in a few years. Quelle serious disaster, go tell the Obamas.

Look, a meat market the asset strippers are about to shut down

So, globalist agitprop looms large over the Sceptred Isle though they'd call it common sense. Mask up, vax up and toe the NWO line of your elite overlords. That aside, all's normal except for all these ridiculous coffee shops, beer at 4.50 a pint++ and hordes of electric bicycles and scooters in London. Oh, and it's getting hard to pay with cash.

Cash, gentle readers, is being phased out in England. What could possibly go wrong.

Your Expat Pal,

LSP

Baltimore

One of the problems with Baltimore is that it's a crime-infested, trash-filled, urban hellhole warzone where some 190 people have been killed this year.

Mr. Newman, in his classic '70s pop hit, states "the city's dying and it don't know why." Wrong, Randy. We know full well, NWO Illuminati asset-strippers allied with their useful idiots on the left did it or to put it simply, Black Caucus.

Trump called Elijah Cummings on this the other day and got pasted a racist for daring to criticize the rodent infested rathole that's presided over by a person of color. C'mon, who's fooled. That's not racist, more like realist. So look to your district, Cummings. 

But do you think he's capable? Here's a photo.

Your best friend,

LSP