Spies Who Lie

That'd be at least 51 of them, all of whom went on the record saying Hunter Biden's laptop and associated scandal was Russian "disinformation." You know, like a sinister GRU plot to overthrow our free and fair elections. Remember that? 

Fast forward to today and Hunter Biden's pled guilty to tax fraud. Not a good look, and where does prosecutorial evidence come from, admissible in court? Well goodness gracious, from Hunter's laptop no less. What does this mean?

That US INTEL was and has been captured by the Democrats? Shurely not, mine's a triple G&T, bar persyn. That Hunter's indictment and guilty plea are a feature of a bizarre Kremlin Game of Thrones power play? Perhaps. Or maybe we're just being lied to, constantly, semper, ubique, all the time.

As we reflect on these hypotheticals, keen-eyed Biblicist readers may remember that Satan is the Father of Lies.

James Clapper's net worth is estimated at a paltry 5M$ Socialist Buyed-Off-Bucks. Or maybe he wasn't bought off, maybe this evil old man and his pals really believe it. As always, you be the judge.

Your Ruggish Pal,

LSP

Spooks

 

Do you believe in spooks? Well sure, we all know they're out there operating the arcana of their dark art, and the insouciance of latter day youth denigrates their online presence, "Glowies." But what about real spooks, ghosts, apparitions, typically of the dead. People see these, no doubt about it, and so have I. Here's a short story.

Back in the '80s our family lived in an Edwardian rectory on the outskirts of 'Nam, Cheltenham. My room was on the top floor and, when it was time for dinner, Ma LSP would shout out from the ground floor, "Dinner!" and off we'd go, all 5 kids.

a typical glowie

The pattern repeated. One night I was a bit slow off the mark and left the eyrie late. Walking by my parents' room  I did a quick eyes left and there was the silhouette of a woman, it was winter, the lights were off and she was combing her long hair in front of a mirror on the wall in the darkness.

I thought it was one of my sisters, being a comb your hair in the dark hippy, and was going to tease her for the malfeasance but thought better of it. Don't be a churl, LSP, let her enjoy the moment, so I duly walked down another flight of stairs and thence to the breakfast room, where everyone was present. No kidding, what had I just seen.

True story. Was it a ghost and if so, what are they, spirits of the dead in some kind of limbo? A transdimensional occurrence, a slip in  the fabric of space and time? Or something else. Feel free to weigh in.

Ghostly,

LSP