Time For Bluegrass

 

It's Friday, so it's time for bluegrass. I like these Appalachian Finns:

And homegrown Iron Horse:

Rock on,

LSP

Death Metal

 

Sometimes the old tunes are the best tunes, and this one's for WSF, who knows Death Metal when he hears it. Enter Sandman:

Well, there's genius and there's genius.

Your Pal,

LSP

Born To Ride

I ended up saying two Masses today from the, ahem, walker and liked it. A week ago that wouldn't have been possible and now it is. So there's hope for us all.

Speaking of hope, perhaps you've noticed that Pedo Epstein's been denied bail; he's languishing in solitary while the Squad's busy making the Democrats look good. D'ye think he'll be trying to cut some kind of deal, and will it involve the Clintons who notoriously enjoyed the hospitality of Orgy Island, to say nothing of hedge funds.

Well, we'll see. In the meanwhile, more children than ever before in history ever have miraculously decided they don't belong to their biological gender, so they're lining up to get sex changes. Leaving aside the parental role in this new wave castration, are we living in the Village of the Damned?

Perhaps we are, in a society driven insane by Satan and the infernal illogic of the Pit. By contrast, be stable and steadfast in the Faith, and be sure that the gates of Hell won't prevail. 

Your Friend,

LSP

Bikers For Trump

Donald Trump, our President, met with bikers at some golf club he built in New Jersey. Members of the lying, slick, venal, mendacious mainstream media were there too and got a telling off. 

Apparently they're ganging together or "colluding" to bring the the President down. Media leftists don't want a president who puts America first.

They hate that, they think it's Nazi. A bit like borders which, if left open, have the potential to give them millions of votes.  Nice, right? Imagine this scenario.

Anyone can come to the United States but, and here's the kicker, they can't claim benefits!

Oh my, what an electoral disaster.

Your best friend,

LSP

Bask In The Awesome

I invite you, all ten of you readers, to bask in the awesomeness of this bedtime song.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Why is Melania Awesome?

I'd have thought that was obvious, but maybe you're not convinced. Consider the alternatives. 

Genius

There's the genius of Yoko.

Huma, it's not true!

Huma "Bad Choices" Abedin.

Yeah.

Or even the Old Saxophonist himself.

Ahem.

And let's not forget the outgoing First "Lady."

So let's hear it for Melania and no more of this attacking her for making a good speech nonsense. Unless you want to get into it with the bikers.

Iron Horse,

LSP

Lock Her Up

Yes, please.

LSP

This One's For LL, Rebel Son

What can we say? Rebel Son.

All for the Cause,

LSP

Enter Sandman

I have to post this, because it's genius.

Kick out the Jams,

LSP

Lemmy, Rest in Peace

You once told me to ***k Off.

That is my claim to fame.

Rest in Peace.

LSP

Iron Horse

Since this is becoming a transport focused forum, it's only fair to say that my old pal, Lukeya, isn't just keen on trains, he also likes bikes, and has a nice-as-you-like Norton Commando. 

LL has a motorcycle too, a Ducati Diavel, which some believe to be only marginally slower than chain lightning.

Fredd also had a bike, the iconic Kawasaki 750 triple, and believes that riding it was a lot like having a timber wolf, for a pet.

"So," you ask, "Where's your motorcycle, so-called 'LSP,' if that's your real name, which we doubt."

That, readers, is a very good question.

LSP

Pathetic Millionaire Socialist Losers

A lot of Demoncratz lost in yesterday's historic beating. Like Wendy Davis who was steamrolled in Texas and Hillary Clinton, who was given a pounding by proxy as the libs she campaigned for lost, one after another.

Seems like the mastermind behind Benghazi isn't such a good endorsement at the polls. What difference does it make? Apparently enough to make the poverty-stricken millionaire socialist an electoral liability.

My verdict, for what it's worth, is that this country's sick of being lied to by a gang of fantastically rich, prog-left elite who, at the end of a very long day, have failed to deliver. People are poorer now, unless you're one of the very, very few, than when this current crew of clowns arrived in office. 

Healthcare's a case in point. Thanks to the benign socialism of Obama, poor people now get fined for not buying the healthcare they can't afford anyway. And insurance company CEOs fly private jets, their stock's soaring. People know this and they're beginning to get sick of it. We saw that yesterday.

Let's see if the GOP can do any better and if not, maybe the people have enough courage of their convictions to sort it out.

And let's have prayer back in school, that'd be a beginning.

For the people, by the people.

God bless,

LSP

Iron Horse, Real Horse

Iron Horse, Real Horse

Found myself scouting about the used car shops the other day, checking out 4x4 pick-ups, when I saw a chopper nonchalantly parked up in a place of its own. It reminded me of Nam, Chelt'Nam, that is, the town's bikers and, of course, "Iron Horse" by Motorhead. But all that was a very long time ago.

Now I get to go on a real horse and find myself returning to basics - spent the morning walking JB around obstacles and over ground poles, with special emphasis on circling to the right. She's forward now, so it seems time to concentrate on control, which'll make a good base for going very fast and jumping over things. That's my plan, anyway.

She managed three successive flying changes the other day; people tell me that's very impressive and it indicates high athletic potential on JB's part. I wish that I'd asked for them deliberately...

Stay on the horse,

LSP