A gang of young priests came to visit today and we went out for lunch at El Taco Jalisco. I tell you, their food's pretty damned good, I enjoyed cheese enchiladas, unadventurously. Tasty as you like. Talisco over, we fell back to the safety of the Compound for beer and cigars. Well, the kids enjoyed cigars, I held back in favor of Marlboro Light shorts.
So that was big fun. In other news, a friend called in from Alberta, a once prosperous Canadian province which used to be part of the British Empire and's now something far less important. She was upset because her boss is a literal witch who's casting spells against her, because she's a Catholic.
"Darling, your boss is a literal witch?"
"Yes. She has a store, selling witch stuff."
"So she's hexing you, right?"
"Yes, she is, casting spells every morning and putting demon salt around my desk."
"Sonofabitch. You've heard the phrase, 'karmic lashback'? This magic's like a boomerang, Satan discards its toys. Hang in there, protected by the powerful intercession of the Virgin, St. Benedict and all the saints."
In related news, 47 continues to take a buzz saw to the Deep State and all the usual suspects are howling.
Your Pal,
LSP
