Showing posts with label libs are pathetic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label libs are pathetic. Show all posts

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Lock Her Up!



A friend sent in this helpful infographic. As you enjoy its wisdom, reflect on the Women's Marches that are going on around the known world in protest against Donald Trump. 

One of them is taking place in London and a member of our UK Bureau had this to say.

The largest landlord in London in terms of area and value of property is the Emir of Qatar.

So who do you protest against?
1. An absolutist monarch, who runs his country according a Salafist interpretation of Sharia Law, with 1.5 million people living in slavery and where women have to wear  the hijab.
Or:
2. Donald Trump.

For London feminists  the answer's easy. Donald Trump every time, because he's so much more evil than the radical Islamist Emir, that great respecter of women's rights and freedom. Go on, ask one of Qatar's female slaves and see what they tell you.

Oh, you can't, they're not allowed to speak.

Feminists, you're risible. As for Hillary, Lock Her Up.

Your Friend,

LSP


Friday, December 23, 2016

ISIS, Naughty or Nice?



ISIS, the famous Muslim terror group, naughty, or nice? Watch this short infovideo to see what Santa says!

Thanks, TC, for the tip.

Aloha Snackbar,

LSP


Saturday, May 2, 2015

Filthy Little Beast!


I set up on the front porch to clean some guns. They were filthy, especially the ARs, but it was relaxing to clean the little monsters and all in a good cause. A clean gun is, after all, a happy gun, as opposed to a malfunctioning, dirty, nightmare.



I was a bit concerned about the front sight of my .45, which had pretty much lost its glow-in-the-dark spot. So I applied some glow -in-the-dark paint to it with a tooth pick; the paint's called Glow and you can buy it for a couple of dollars at Walmart, in the craft section. We'll see how it works.

As I pondered the newly restored sight, I reflected on Christ's words, "If you love me, you will keep my commandments." Notice he says "my commandments" instead of the world's, or the self's commandments.



That's counter-intuitive to us, because we've been trained to think that the world and the self are the sum and measure of all things.

They're not, no more so than the vain conceit that a dirty gun is just as good as a clean one.

God bless,

LSP

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Diocesan Convention, Gun Show, Yorkshire Pudding


I drove to Fort Worth today for our Diocesan Convention. It was good to meet up with like-minded clergy and people and I tell you, that's at a premium these days. But this is the Diocese of Fort Worth, so what d'you expect, a gang of gender advocacy clowns? A crew of labyrinth walking priestesses? 



No, none of that. There was a gun show next to the Convention and I went to that too. Uplifting to see all the guns, I always think. One old fellow said, "Father, you're a brave man coming here." I liked him for that and replied, "I love shooting," and that's the truth.



But when I'm not going to Conventions or gun shows, I tend to be searching for the perfect Yorkshire Pudding. I've tried a few recipes with varying degrees of success. Here's one that works for me.

Blend/whisk 4 eggs with 1 1/4 cups of flour and 1 1/2 cups of whole milk and 1/2 teaspoon of salt. Set aside and refrigerate for at least half an hour. Don't cut corners like a lazy soldier.



Preheat oven to 425. Put 1 teaspoon of oil/drippings into each indentation of a muffin tin. Put the tin in the oven until it's smoking hot, like the barrel of your carbine after a good blast at the opposition.

Take the batter out of the fridge. Give it a quick whisk, then use something to ladle it into the muffin tin so that each indentation is appx 3/4 full. It will sizzle. This is good, don't hang around pondering it like some kind of dumbass Buddhist, get the tin filled and back in the oven. Attention to detail.



Let the Yorkshire goodness cook for around 20 minutes at 425 until risen and golden. Do not open the oven like an idiot recruit. The puddings will sink and die. Like the Episcopal Church, or Wendy Davis' useless campaign to take over Texas.

There's other recipes, like the "Three Way Split," in which eggs, flour and milk all go together, 1 cup per ingredient. And many more, which I will try. In the meanwhile, the above works for me.

Some say Yorkshire is God's own County. That would make Texas God's own Country.

LSP