Fine Art America

 

What great art, produced in our very own country. Has there been a finer American commander and gentleman? I don't think so, but feel free to disagree.

In other news, 45 didn't seem to do so well against the Cackling Whore last night and seemed tired and off his game. Am I wrong? The Whore, on the other hand, was lively, tip-top and full of whorish sneers. No word salad for this whore, just sharp talking points delivered through earphones masquerading as earrings and a Disney ABC interlocutor who refused to confront her loose woman lies.

Will the nation be fooled? Who knows. Will we produce another Lee or someone like him? Perhaps courage will rise to danger and we will. In the meanwhile, things don't look too bright, pray that changes, perhaps the fate of the world is in the balance.

Cheers,

LSP

Sol Invictus

 

The sun rises over Texas, incandescent, unrelenting, invictus, unconquered. Do we back down and hide, skulking like so many knaves in our air conditioned dens? No, we stride out to meet the challenge, all the way to the nearest Pick 'n Steal.

Sure enough, there's modern age debris strewn across the way. A rubberized glove, some ear defenders, but no weaves, dime bags (right price, Ed?), needles, losing lottery tickets and beat up VIP passes to Taylor Swift gigs. Such is life in this blighted second decade of the Great Reset.

No matter Green New Deal, whoever said life'd be easy? Here's our 81 million vote beloved ruler, Old Joe, whom everyone loves:

Your Very Best Pal,

LSP