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

Happy Independence Day!

By some miracle, Independence Day in Lspland hasn't been cancelled. This means firing up the grill and getting a couple of steaks out of the fridge and ready for action. In the meanwhile, here's a prayer:

O ETERNAL God, through whose mighty power our fathers won their liberties of old; Grant, we beseech thee, that we and all the people of this land may have grace to maintain these liberties in righteousness and peace; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

God bless, have fun,

LSP

Get On Parade!

This small farming community starts of Independence Day celebrations with a parade. 

The town turns out early to watch floats, horse buggies, ATVs, golf carts, tractors, game wardens, police, fire department and more. And lucky children get to pick up candy and popsicles thrown from the passing vehicles. Everyone's happy.

That's because everyone loves a parade and, in a perfect LSP world, the local militia would have marched along to the sound of drums, pipes and brass. Or, come to think of it, a squadron of cavalry would've been even better. As it was, there were a couple of riders on well turned out horses. 

A great result and small expression of something very American and good. Not that Blue Defender understood what was going on; I had to lock him inside the Compound where he growled at the passing "threats." Well done, fur-head.

Then the parade had passed and people went off to their homes to grill out and enjoy their freedom from the tyranny of England. And that's what I'll be doing, firing up the Weber and getting down to the serious business of hamburgers with the young 'un.

Have a great 4th!

LSP