Unforgiven

 

I present this to you, the punter, as a kind of cinematic parable, and because I like it. Widescreen.

Make of it what you will.

2A,

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

Clean It Up

 

And that's just the revolvers, don't say voting rolls, census, banana republic fraud, Dominion, Hillary or any of that. No, just get a couple of pistols clean and wonder at the obedient sheepistry of countries like England, Ireland, Scotland, Canada and Australia. Like what's with the demographic suicide of the Anglosphere? Huh. 

OK, sure, hand your guns over to the State, because it loves you so very, very much, just like it did the Red Indians. Remember them? And, obviously, you'll be so much better defended when you're defenseless. Not unlike Climate Logic, when you think on it, the warmer it is the colder it gets. Or Tax Logic. The more you pay the richer you are. Except that you're not.

That in mind, word to the wise. Free men defend themselves, slaves can not.

Gun Rights,

LSP

WAKE UP

 

just for kix

Wake up and just look at that old fool.

See you at the dam Club(s), seriously.

Gun rights,

LSP

What A Dirty Little Beast

 

And that's just the carbine, which is a curious hybrid of ancient CMMG BCG (bolt carrier group), a Spike lower, Hyper Touch trigger (not bad), Bison barrel, Magpul furniture & flip ups, and a cheap Primary Arms red dot. Also a super light clip on (!) hand guard. Nothing fancy but hey, it's ridic light and gets right on target when it's, ahem, zeroed in, which it is now.

Please, someone, anyone, arrest it

Notoriously banned in England, Canada, New Zealand and Australia, this little blaster's seen thousands of rounds sent down range and many, many hours of good shooting fun out in the field. It'll see many more, God willing, but here's the thing.

Handy

Gas guns get dirty when they shoot, they really do, and this means you have to clean the filthy little beasts or they become useless carbon coated clubs. So that was this evening's mission, clean the wretched thing on the Compound's newly refurbished back deck. Clean deck, clean weapon, well done LSP, ready for action.

Beautiful

In related news, AC's fixing to get into 9mm gatling guns. They're made by Tippman Armory and promise a lifetime of enjoyment. These small cal Custer upgrades even come on a wheeled chassis and can be mounted on an authentic wooden tripod. Versatile, you see. Tippman's gatling gets a glowing review here. 

Gun Rights,

LSP

Well Shoot

 

Angola Compton (AC), sorry, not *Congo, wrong war, tipped up in a brand new Lariat FX$ One Fiddy. Yes, he had a truckload of guns and a couple of .38 Chief Specials which he donated to the Compound. Thanks, AC, then we headed to the range for a shoot.

First up, all kinds of wheel gun action. Big calibers, big fun, and then test out those snubbies. Me? I've always liked the double action S&W, such a light trigger! and beautifully put together to boot, but hey, a sturdy little Rock River did the trick too, result. Next up? An Israeli bull pup, far out, and a couple of 9s, Kal Tec and Henry. Man, I was amazed, the Kal Tec was a tack driver, hunh, and the Henry worked too.

A Ruger Model 1 proved ridic easy to shoot and absurdly accurate, what a neat rifle. I loved it's short Euro stock, what a great little rifle. Of course its scope was worth more then the gun itself, but whatev, just a lot of fun and easy to shoot. AC likes to think of it as a "bush gun." Hey, I'll take it, and let's have a Pinzgauer to boot.

We finished off with a recalcitrant AR, which started off stupidly off-paper and then zeroed in with 62 grain bullets until the x ring was in the danger zone. Proper little blaster. And that was that. ENDEX at El Charro where a good time was had by all, delicious.

I love shooting and must do more.

Your Friend,

LSP

Tariffs

 

Tariffs, that total Democrat swallow your tongue freakout. How dare the deranged Orange Hitler level the international trading field. Such Fascist temerity. That in mind,  it's been quite the game of who blinks first and to that end perhaps this short infovideo proves useful.

On point, don't you think? And a neat movie to boot.

Gun Rights,

LSP

Scarlet Begonias & Fire

 

Ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves.

Then there's Bob Weir's shorts. Ignore them, get in the groove and thank God for his mercy. Speaking of which, picked up a valu pak of 9mm today. Time to take that little pistol out for a spin. Fire onna mountain style.

Cheers,

LSP

Storms

 

Storms whipped the flags as rain lashed down and we stood resolute on the porch, daring our Old Enemy the Weather to do its worst. It didn't, fortunately, but we were most definitely prepared, 5.56 style.

A friend from England, where self-defense is banned, wondered if AR 15s were much use against our climatic adversary. Sure they are, you can always shoot the rain. Then, almost as though it had never been, the storm retreated, beaten, no doubt, by Texan firepower and resolve. And the next day dawned.

Bright, crisp, clear perfection. If only, dear friends, it'd stay this way.

Franklins Tower & Gun Rights,

LSP

Is This The Reform Club?

 

No, it's a Best Western Plus outside of Georgetown, Texas. Georgetown, word to the wise, is an Olde Worlde Texan town which lives cheek by jowl to Austin. Yes, the very same Austin that's twinned with San Francisco and the appalling SXSW music festival. Why, LSP, would you go to such a place, you ask with bated breath.

Because, dear friends, I had to celebrate a marriage there, in a little prairie gothic wooden chapel right off the town square. And you know what? It was perhaps the best wedding I've ever officiated at. Simple but dignified, totally not contrived, and a great company of people, young and old.

The bride was gorgeous and elegant, the groom and his men looked sharp and the whole thing was a joy to be at. Was it because almost every man there was former military, some having served with distinction? Quite possibly. Was it because nobody had any side or something to prove? Most definitely, what a down to earth group of people. Was it because the bride and groom are genuinely in love? Yes indeed, what a stand-up couple.

By way of a short homily, I counseled S&S to never, ever give up on one another, come hell or highwater and, when the going gets tough, persevere. At that point, which inevitably comes my friends, love becomes a sacrificial act of will, a conscious, deliberate, giving of oneself for the benefit and good of the beloved. With that in mind, never forget your vows. Viz:

I N. take thee N. to my wedded Wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth.

 

Till death do us part. Serious business, and in performing it, be assured of God's abundant blessing. To that end, I was more than happy to pronounce the couple Man and Wife and, in conclusion, we all fell back to the City Post for a fun and delicious reception meal.

I tell you, I've not celebrated a better wedding in over 30 years. Just a lot of fun and, I think, uniquely American or Texan. Optimistic, patriotic, down to earth, humorous, experienced but not jaded, eyes-wide-open good people with none of that old world clever cynicism we loathe and despise. Ranchers, soldiers, cops, doctors, pilots, hunters, fishermen, professors, you name it, and not a rainbow lib in sight. Great result.

At the end of the day I retired to the jolly old Best Western Plus and parsed the world with the Father of the Groom, an outstanding man and friend. Was he armed? Of course, think waistband 1911 .45 and a little XD boot gun in the same caliber. You see, free men can defend themselves, slaves cannot.

Your Pal,

LSP

Down With The Eagle Up With The Cross

 

Go right ahead, give your vote to State Central Control outta Washington. Sure, give your voice and vote to secular, GloboHomo, statist, usurious, deep fake tyranny. Go right ahead, but don't be surprised when people resist and attack you, on account of liberty. 

2A,

LSP

Are Airguns Retarded And Gay?

 

Good question, and I say no. Back in the day you could blaze away with readily affordable ammo, but not so much today. And, let the reader understand, you want to arrive at a backyard plinking solution. OK, subsonic .22 is a way forward. But maybe air's better?

Maybe so. My brother, who lives in "ban all guns because commie" Wales shoots merrily away with .177/.22 canister air guns and's fixing to upgrade to a Kral Empire. Nice, at around $700 (!). And especially nice in the UK, where you're not allowed to shoot real guns but you can shoot these. OK, good for my brother, the Kral looks great, if pricey. But here in the States?

We don't need to rely on air guns to shoot because we have a constitutional right to own and bear arms, much as the Left wants to take that away from us in their drive towards a corporate sponsored neo-Maoist dictatorship. Granted, but what if you live in a vaguely built up area, where you can't shoot that AR for practice?

Again, good question, and I don't see anything wrong with going down a backyard plinker air gun solution. Some people go further and get air compressor hunting rigs marching up to something like .50 Cal. Far out. Me? I'd settle for a Walmart Special, twice as powerful as the attractive Kral and way cheaper, seemingly.

Shoot on,

LSP

Life In Texas And Everywhere

 

So how is life in the North Central Texas Exclusion Zone, so-called LSP? Good question, and I'll tell you. It's blissfully cool, seriously, in the 80s, and this is Texas in late July. Enjoy it while you can. On topic, which is worse, the HEAT or the COLD. 

I've lived in both, Alberta and Texas, and feel heat is marginally better, but only marginally, both can kill you. That in mind, what drove Europeans to settle these places? They faced the elements, utterly hostile, low-barbaric Indians and all of that. Possibly, on both counts, a death sentence. So why do it?

Adventure and opportunity for sure, come to the New World and make a new future for yourself. But also this. Things in the Old World, Europe, have to have been bad, so bad that they risked their lives to come here. No small thing, tough people, not least in Texas. 

That in mind, here we are, with Europe in a state of, apparently, complete degeneracy, and our bicoastal elites fully inline with the Lesbitransgay++ agenda. Will the country as a whole, which is by no means rainbow woke, stand up against these tin-pot glitter Maoists, and say enough is enough? 

don't tea-cup the pistol, fool

To put it another way, will all the Christians stand up, go to the ballot box and vote against abortion and transing in such numbers that even a Deep State rig couldn't fix the result. I'm waiting.

Your Buddy,

LSP

It's All Go

It's all go here, I tell you. Monday meant a trip to the 'burbs to meet with lawyers and it went pretty well, in an all day kind of way. Before that I stopped at a Starbucks by the highway for coffee. 

Sinister

Lo and behold, there was an indigent POC crashed out on a sofa, perhaps he'd been done in by a deliciously lush Oleata, whatever that is.

Magicians? Let's See

So that was Monday, Tuesday was different again and involved driving to the corner of Greenville and Mockingbird from Dallas HQ to see Janey Tailor. Janey Tailor promises to work Korean magic on some old suits, let's see how that goes.

Look, a Drake

And today? A trip to Ray's gun shop, it's an institution, and a strangely cheap CZ Drake O/U 20. We'll see how it shoots. Back in the country now, where the air is clean.

Your Pal,

LSP

Boxing Day Pie

 

Spot the Etonian flag :)

After the festive fun and family conviv. of Christmas, Boxing Day comes as pleasant "breather," time to relax and take it easy. 

Walk the dog to the nearest Pick 'n Steal, reflect on Stephen the Martyr, it's his Feast today, as you stroll down the boulevards of Olde Dallas, and return to HQ for an easy lunch. Warm bread, cheese, dates and grapes, raise a glass to the Incarnate Word, slumber over books on antedeluvia and then...

Return to the fray to make pie. Yes, beef and mushroom pie from the leftovers of yesterday's feast, it's not hard. Cut the beef off the bone(s), chop up an onion, some garlic and celery and saute in 3 Tbs butter till tender and fragrant. Add three Tbs of flour and stir it up, then add beef stock. Well done, you've got this far, but you're not there yet.

A typical Dallas Light Cavalry Mess scene. Keen-eyed readers will spot LL, WSF, Old NFO, drjim, Jim, Wild, 

Ed, Doktor Swankenstein, DOS, Ed. C, Mike C, Manhattan Infidel, Seamus, GenX, Paul M, 

RHT, Adrienne (out of frame) and so many more.

Let everything simmer and stir, like a faculty revolt at Harvard, and add the beef. This is key, obviously. While the meat's simmering in the mix, saute some mushrooms in butter till golden and add those too, along with some red wine, and let it all cook to desired consistency. 

That done, turn off the heat, add yesterdays cooked carrots to the mix and allow the delicious pie filling to rest and cool. Have a glass of the right stuff, listen to Handel, shoot some 5.56, sharpen a kukri, whatever, your call, no rule, and in God's good time roll out some pastry. Good work, fill a pie dish with its filling, cover with jolly old pastry and fire it all into the oven at 400.

Let that beast cook for 20 minutes or so until golden brown, you can even glaze the pastry with an egg yolk if you like, then fall upon your scoff.

Like a Warrior,

LSP

Cheer Up Kids!

 

All hail #2A, right?

And your kid's first fish, a bass. Well done!

But Libs really hate this. A Lot. Truck. Rod. Gun.

And they triple hate this, a kitchen counter Glock, .45 obvs. Hey, you never know when the ingredients will rise up and fight you. So.

So there you have it. Cheer up kids, all's not lost, yet. And all hail the Texas Free State and the North Central Exclusion Zone. (NCEZ)

Sayn,

LSP

Solar Still

 

My brother, over for a vacation. Make of it what you will.

Do watch to the end,

LSP

Just Knocking About

 

The first part of the day was all about lawyers guns and money and that was OK. Here in this bucolic sector of the North Central Texas Exclusion Zone (NCTEZ) you can pretty much walk everywhere to do your business. 

And what do you see as you stroll along the leafy boulevards of Old Tejas? All the debris of our increasingly barbarous modern age. Weaves, dime bags, broken toys, and Bud Light cans hurled away in disgust to lie abandoned in the gutter.

This town used to be 20,000 people strong back when cotton was king and now it's around 7,000, a growing majority of which are Hispanic. This will certainly increase and what does it mean? Any number of things, not least: I need to learn Spanish, like no kidding.

Being able to celebrate the Mass in Spanish, albeit not very well, is a good first step but obviously not a final solution. Honing up the "habla" and getting a bilingual deacon from the diocese would take things to a different level, let's get on that.

But looking over the horizon, what's caused us to commit demographic suicide, and we're doing exactly that. Keen-eyed readers will note Rome, with all its grandeur, had a similar problem. They stopped having children and imported barbarians to fill the gap.

Here that means Catholics, who are by no means friends of the Rainbow. In Europe, at least the UK, it mostly means Mohammedans, and they hate the Rainbow too. How this works out is anyone's guess but I'll wager the monkey on conflict, and thank God we're dealing with a Catholic instead of Moslem replacement. 

Tempted to bang on but won't, you'll note this little town has machine shops. America's known for that, and riflemen, kudos.

Hold The Line,

LSP

Sunday Pistol

 

You're not allowed to own a pistol in England unless you're a criminal or a cop, but you can in Texas. You see, free citizens are able to defend themselves whereas serf-slaves cannot. That in mind, here's a Sunday pistol.

Just a little 9, a Glock 45 Compact Crossover Gen 5. Note improvements to magazine well and slide and I tell you, this little barker fits well in the hand. An improvement on Gen 4? Hey, all you Glock experts can argue it out but I'd say yes.

This handy pistol comes with a Burris Fastfire 3 red dot, which I'll set up tomorrow. Then let's see how this diminutive beast performs. Fast, I'd wager. That in mind, I favor .45s with all their explosive power.

Still, I like this little fella.

#2A,

LSP

Tracer - An Apology

 

Huh, so-called LSP, we came to this mind blog looking for neat photos of tracer fire and all we got was another Waylon video and a poorly written mini-rant. Guilty as charged, so to make up for the deficiency here's some tracer.

Yes, I want this rig

Russkie tracer

US tracer

Sandy

There you have it, tracer. Word to the wise, mind how you go shooting these little miscreants in the dry heat of a Texan summer. Don't want to set the countryside alight, you see.

Shoot straight,

LSP