Moar Rain

 

Wake up at first light to the sound of thunder, the flash of lightning and rain lashing against the timber and old flowing glass of the Compound. Exciting stuff and the next step's clear; get up, make strong covfefe, feed the animals while you're at it and note how they way prefer rainwater to tap. Less poison in rainwater, you see, unless they've been chemtrailing.

Mission accomplished, advance to the front porch, a room in itself, and coffee in hand take in the rain. Beautiful. Of course if you're living in Wales rain isn't such a big deal, it happens all the time, but this is Texas and you'd be wrong not to enjoy every drop of it.

That said, there's a fair chance this small rural haven will be washed away in the flood because water's scheduled to fall from the sky all week. Who knows what will survive, if anything at all. "If only," we'll say, "we'd paid our weather tax and covered the land with solar panels and giant wind turbines. Then none of this would've happened."

Have you noticed how powerful people who pushed this money making settled science have an odd habit of buying seafront mansions? It's as though they'd somehow forgotten the ice caps were going to melt.

Cheers,

LSP

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