Happy Juneteenth!

 

Happy Juneteenth, punters. How are you celebrating this great feast of freedom, a holiday second perhaps to Kwanza itself. With fried chicken, yum, fall-off-the-bone tender ribs, spit roast cat and all of that? I hope not, because it's Friday and we don't eat meat on Friday, being Christians.

Weird, isn't it, how Protestants mostly look down upon or ignore fasting when it's right there in the Bible, as in Christ Himself does it and commends it. Huh, I guess some parts of Sola Scriptura are more sola than others. Fasting and solas aside, here at the Compound we're enjoying this jolly old Juneteeth by looking out on our Old Adversary the Weather from the safety of the front porch. And what do we see?

Typical Texan Porch Scene

Glowering clouds, a chill breeze, rain, and the dull rumble of thunder. Yes, a storm's threatening to blow in from the West, and for a moment it looked like we were in for a tornado, the air was turning green. But the threat has passed, for now.

Time, then, to break out champagne and smoked salmon (does this somehow count as fasting? Ed.) as we dare our Ancient Enemy, the Weather, to do its worst on this joyous day of liberation. Speaking of which, d'ye not think it about time for the US to reposition a Carrier Group into the English Channel and liberate the UK?

Random Infographic

C'mon, it wouldn't be hard, it's not as though the Sceptered Isle has a Navy, Army or Air Force. Way easier than, say, the Straits of Hormuz, and we'd be welcomed as liberators. Maybe next year, on this sacrosanct day, Juneteenth.

Cheers,

LSP

Tranquil

 

Yesterday evening before Vespers, aka Evening Prayer (1928 BCP, thank you very much) was tranquil. Flags flew, dog slept with vigilance, pumpkins waited for their turn at the range and all was well. Quite unlike, when you think on it, the furor at Broadcasting House where the once venerable and now despised and scorned BBC is busy spewing lies. Hey, sic transit, let's see Senor take that gang of rich leftist, cough, journalists down. 

Imagine having to pay, if you live in the UK, for a, please don't throw up in your mouth, news service which really hates you, a lot. But what am I saying? We were paying for it too, remember USAID?

That Pink/Red Dem cash cow's gone now, thank God. Maybe this latest episode of egregious tax payer funded malfeasance will bring down the once vaunted BBC, and in doing so play a part in freeing the beleaguered people of the Sceptered Isle.

Yes please, I'm at peace with that.

Your Pal,

LSP

Dogging

 

Just another day at the Compound. Go downstairs and there's a dog sleeping on the sofa, another dog's waiting on the landing, and lo and behold, there's an adorable puppy on your front porch. What to do? Abandon the pup as he starts to cry by your corner ferns? Allow the poor little creature to be gerrymandered outta existence like a Democrat fraud?

No, take the pup in, heal its wounds, clean out its fleas, watch it mewl and nip in its adorable way and then pass it on to animal services in Hillsboro Texas. "Dam, that's a pretty puppy. Here's what they do, throw 'em off on the corner of your yard."

he died of cuteness

Yeah they do, and that's too bad. The other option's this: throw out your unwanted dog in the country and drive off. Watch, or don't watch, as that dog packs up and starts to attack lambs, calves and all of that. Then behold the farmers who shoot that dog.

I did that once. A gang of Chows had packed up east of I35, threatening livestock and human beings. "LSP, you got a rifle? Gotta shoot some Chows." So we sallied forth, rifles in hand, against the Chow menace. Result? No Chows, someone had shot them the day before.

brave pup

Point being, DO NOT drop your dog off as though it were some kind of trash. Not acceptable. Here at the Compound we do rescues but can only take so many in. Take note. We're also armed to the teeth.

Your Best Friend,

LSP

Just For Kix

Yes, typical sea scenes. Who wins, dog or monkey? Your call.

Cave,

LSP

Putting Up Christmas in Dallas

 

So what's it all about, so-called "LSP"? Good question, and I'll tell you. It's all about putting up Christmas at Ma LSP's HQ in Dallas. Tree, lights, angel, not fairy, and assorted ornaments. Some of them feel like old friends, though the oldest look too worn now to go up on the tree. Sic transit, and in fairness they date back to the '40s.

Of course Bark-Bark was a great help, and added to the luster of an ancient Moslem runner. I think it's Caucasian, but know nothing of rugs these days so perhaps it isn't. Ruggery aside, the dog was fascinated, and who can blame him?

In other news, rumors that Prince Harry is being deported to Net Zero, Bonkers Britain are just that, rumors. Not unlike photos of Obama et al at Diddy  parties, when you think on it. And there you have it, Christmas is up in Dallas.

Mission Accomplished,

LSP

This Is Not Financial Advice

 

People often ask me, they say, "How do you invest your money, LSP?" And I tell them, "In much the same way as everyone else, in $DOGE." Ha, ha they mutter, turning in greed to Bitcoin and the weirdly medical sounding "Ethereum." But here's the thing.

1 $DOGE = 1 $DOGE.

So where's our pup, the Peoples Coin? Fighting hard in the .05s. By Selene, we will win this war.

Ad Lunam,

LSP