Listen Up & Say No To Fakery

 

Do you remember George Floyd, the holy race martyr who was executed by a white cop, Derek Chauvin? Sure you do, evil rayciss Chauvin decided to kill innocent Floyd because of the color of his skin. Except this isn't true, Floyd died because of a massive fentanyl overdose, but there's more. Here's damning words addressed to the Democrat plantation via Tucker:

Ep. 32 You’ll be shocked to learn this, but it turns out the whole George Floyd story was a lie. pic.twitter.com/4vDXBStHf5

— Tucker Carlson (@TuckerCarlson) October 20, 2023

Whoa, and yes, we all know this. The Democrat/Uniparty concern to look after "minorities" is just as fake as the rainbow they've enlisted. Regardless, strong words, eh?

LSP 

How Dare They!

 

As brave and daring street artists were celebrating the death of a fentanyl overdose thug and his resurrection as an angel, the US Embassy was flying rainbow flags and NGO's were busy teaching the merits of art in the toilet. In Afghanistan. Wow, the stupid runs deep, and behold the utter genius of our secular power in winning over the hearts and minds of the people they'd occupied, by force. 

Stoopid

As in, "Now look here, tribespersyns, gender's a construct and isn't it about time we woke up to the global struggle to end systemic racism? And love Dadaism? You know, urinals in art? And by the way, you'd better agree or we'll drone you out of existence, you barbaric serfs."

Quite. You see the hooves of the unicorn stamp deep, and the Taliban, which we've just spent Trillion$ defeating, are now in power. Make of that what you will.

Erase Stoopid

In the meanwhile, some people have become even richer than they already were, private jet upgrades all 'round. But Angel Floyd's muriel has been washed over in Kabul. 

It seems our new allies in Central Asia don't count him as a saint, they don't feel George "Fentanyl" Floyd represents them. How could that be, it's almost as though they don't appreciate our obviously superior culture.  

Really Stoopid. Note Cunte Kinte Scarves

How dare they. Maybe we need to go back in and teach those evil, binary, sexist, cisgender thugs a lesson. How dare you paint over a George Floyd muriel. He was a saint, and an angel.

In the meanwhile, every time a two-bit fentanyl thug grows his wings, a Taliban fires a shot in celebration. Watch that tracer.

Cheers,

LSP

The Rise And Fall Of LSP Pt. II - The Drugs

One minute you're riding high and the next, sunk into the depths of misery and another statistic in this nation's burgeoning opiate crisis.

There I was, strapped into a gurney on the way to Hillcrest, Waco, after a hard fall from a Mad Arab. "75 Fentanyl," said the EMS specialist as he administered the serum into a handy IV. "Might be a bumpy ride, stay with it." Which is what I did, all the way to Hillcrest ER.

Boom, outta the gurney and into a bed in Emergency. Smooth operation, they just lifted the sheet and put me on a new bed, no need to scoot over, "Well done!" The nurses liked that and laughed, "At least you're not some overweight thug."

Next thing you know it's endless corridors, elevators, more corridors and then a room on the 5th floor, where a nurse asks "how's your pain on a scale of 1-10?" A pause, "I'd give it a sturdy 4.5." Right answer, in goes some Morphine to top off the Fentanyl.

This went on till around 2.30 am and with it the news that I'd be operated on sometime that morning. Sure enough I was.  Lying there under the lights, the surgeon gave me a choice, "You can have a General, that's what most old people do and it works. Or you can have an Epidural which'll cut out feeling from the waist down. I know, you're thinking, 'that's gonna hurt!' No it won't, because we'll give you an IV sedative so you won't even feel the needle going in."

I opted for the second path and overheard the surgeon and a nurse discussing the IV, "Yeah, Morphine, Fentanyl and some Ketamine." The IV started to kick in, the needle did its work and that was that, oblivion.

Some time later I came to, feeling good, then remembered where I was and it was time for more corridors, elevators and back to the room. Pan to scenes of "how's your pain on a scale of 1-10?", Oxycontin and Morphine at various intervals and... by Sunday everything was getting a bit hazy.

Go figure. Then Monday came 'round and it was time to go after a couple of quick and painful (8/10) physio sessions.

I was fully expecting to be prescribed a week or two's worth of Oxy and a place in the opioid epidemic, but no. I got Aspirin. Good work, sensible medicos, and I tell you, they're a good crew at Hillcrest if you've come off a horse and need a bone pinned back together. And now?

Back at the Compound on bed rest while the bone heals, and scooting about on a walker. Like an ILLUMINATI MASTER.

So there you have it. Pride, my friends, comes before a fall.

Don't do drugs,

LSP