Build The Wall & Other Things

The Compound's fortunate in many ways, not least for having a sturdy wall. It's made of wood and topped off with a flexi-mesh system to keep out illegal chickens. I know, it sounds cruel, "think of the children!," but it's doing them a favor. 

You see, they fly over looking for a new life, then Blue Terminator kills them, and the poor birds get breasted and turn into jalapeno poppers. Who knows, maybe America's southern border will have a wall one day too. 

Then there's the statues. Do you remember them? All those Confederate statues which prevented people of color from escaping the oppression of systemic racism?

These obviously need to go and many have, leaving a gaping void in our civic landscape. This needs to be filled and quickly, but by what? The answer's clear, statues of a new hero, the Grand Commander, President Trump. In gold obviously, yes, real gold.

In other news, I was going to ride but it's raining and don't want  to slip and skid in the slushy mud of the Texan tundra. So it's time to clean guns instead.

Don't forget, all four of you readers, a clean gun is a happy gun.

Cheers,

LSP

Drain The Swamp

Maybe it's because it's spring, maybe it's because the administration's effort to drain the swamp is filtering through on a personal level, but whatever the case, I figured it was time to clean up the Compound.

That meant moving chests of drawers, a piano, a table, a TV, and sorting out a guest room, the gun room and part of the living room. Quite a job, which involved getting a surprisingly cheap good deal of a table. A Mexican painter helped me move it off the rig and into the house; thanks, Lupe.

So the old, malfunctioning, self-serving, establishment was broken up and the trash taken out. Lo and behold, the Compound's a happier place. 

In related news, EU Boss, Jean-Claude Juncker, has threatened to break up the United States because of President Trump's support for BREXIT. 

You and whose army, Juncker, the American one you don't pay for?

Cheers,

LSP

Operation Vigilant Defender

Wisdom suggests that the enemy likes to attack in the mists of first light, so stand to before dawn.

Stand to, LSP. But it's dark! Exactly.

Which is just what Blue Eschaton does, serving as a first line of defense tripwire against perimeter infiltration. (PI) And as an alarm clock. Thanks, Blue 2IC.

Safe Inside The Wire

But the enemy didn't choose this morning to attack, fortunately for them, and fighting/recce patrols returned unscathed.

As you were,

LSP