Showing posts with label outlaw country. Show all posts
Showing posts with label outlaw country. Show all posts

Sunday, January 12, 2020

Our Town MAGA 2020



"The sun's gone down on my town." Respect to Miss Dement, but that's exactly what we're working to turn around, putting an end to the asset-stripping gutting of our country by a transnational crew of elite Illuminati sociopaths.




The message resonates, which is why 45's filling stadiums and Groper Biden isn't. Look out, Virginia.

Watch my tracer.

MAGA 2020,

LSP

Monday, September 24, 2018

Willie Nelson Goes Full Beto Soy



Famed Texas outlaw country superstar, Willie Nelson, dismayed fans by announcing he's rooting for cross dressing, cotton gin chasing, DUI running Beto. 


Look, a Delicious Beto!

And no, Beto isn't just a delicious Mexican cheese sandwich, it's an ambitious Democrat who's fixing to take Ted "He May Be A Fool But He's Our Fool" Cruz's seat in the Senate.

Not content with this shameless, brazen, literal skulduggery, multimillionaire socialist Nelson plans to boost Beto's candidacy with a new tour, The Boys Gone Soy.


Nice Frontrunners, Beto

Waylon Jennings had this to say.




And what can we say? 

Mothers, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.

Ride on,

LSP

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Sunday Outlaws

Butch Cassidy in Fort Worth

Before the second Mass of the day I was talking with the MC in the sacristry, "This county has history of lawlessness and banditry. They'd drink, gamble, then shoot each other."

Aquilla. The hotel's gone now.

"I know. My sister's Grandfather-in-Law lived out by Aquilla, raising hell, 'til they hanged his partner and told him him to leave Texas, and not come back. So he went to Montana.

Billy the Kid

"I remember him. He used to sit there, with a wooden spittoon and a 6 gun, right next by."

Willie Nelson

We reflected on that, said our prayers, and worshiped God.

Have a blessed Sunday,

LSP


Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Tuesday Shoot


"I know," I thought to myself, "Let's go for a shoot." And that's what I did, Tuesday being as good as any other day to load up a couple of guns in the truck and head out to the range. But don't get the wrong idea; the "range" isn't some place that you have to pay to get into. No, it's just you and the guns, out there in the country, surrounded by a tall berm at 100+ yards. 

Watch Out For Snakes

Apart from a small shooting house and some targets, that's it. More serious shooters than myself use it to zero in their rifles from time to time, but mostly (almost always), it's empty. I like that.

The Beach in Spring

Before plinking about, I went for an armed walkabout to scout for squirrels and small game, perhaps a snake or two, but didn't see anything. However, down by a turgid pool of standing water that I call the "Beach," I saw some fresh deer tracks.

I'm hoping that this will translate into "meat in the freezer." We'll see.

If you think Honky Tonk Heroes by Waylon & Willie is bad, you are in serious error.

LSP