Some of you might say Morning Prayer or "Mattins," some of you may not, and that's your call. By all means refuse to read the Old and New Testaments, Psalms included, in a disciplined and regular way. After all, it's only the revealed Word of God. That in mind, Morning Prayer over, 1928 BCP thank you very much, it seemed right to head to the lake.
Would the fish bite? They didn't, to any great extent, though it was fun getting bumps and a ferocious little perch and, as always, good to get out to the water. Speaking of water, did any of you watch War Hegseth's address to our assorted Admirals and Generals? He didn't seem too keen on "stealth ships" like the LCS, to say nothing of being too fat to fight.
Some of us disagree with War Hegseth. We feel there's a very good place for stealth ships, yes, as diving platforms, fishing piers and aquatic control centers in our lakes. I picture one in Lake Whitney, Texas, doing its duty, moored up in the midst of it all. Just think of the Striper fishing.
And what a useful place to fall back to when the Dollar tanks, the rule of law breaks down and our attempt at civilization falters and breaks. Which of course it never will because that's never happened ever. Woe to you, when that hour comes as you attempt to flee the Metrosprawl. Rejoice and be glad, all you who have a maritime fortress in Bosque County. But that's in the future.
In the meanwhile we marvel at how little our lives have changed since the government shut down. Perhaps this could be permanent? Thanks.
Ad Astra,
LSP
