Putin v. Obama

Vladimir Putin makes an entrance.

So does Barack Obama, or is that an exit?

One leader hits the wilderness on an ATV.

The other hits the links.

Vlad's a biker.

So is our ruler.

Vicious rumors that our national debt is somehow unsustainable and that BHO is nothing more nor less than an NWO Bilderberger shill are entirely without substance. 

LSP

Boots on the Ground - Occasional Series, or Something

From time to time I do a boot review but it's a rare thing because I don't buy boots very often. One pair of Ariat "Heritage" Stockman and a pair of Wolverine Wellingtons seems to work out just fine for the most part. Reasonably well made boots last a while, if you look after them. With that in mind I wanted to get the young 'un a sturdy pair of combat boots.

better than the rubbish I had to polish

He's in the cadet branch of the Calgary Highlanders and needs a pair of rugged boots for the field. They have to be waterproof, warm and "milspec." You'd think he'd be issued with them but no such luck. Fortunate, then, that I was able to buy a new pair of Canadian Army combat boots for $100 at Crown Surplus. They're goretex lined and sturdy as you like; far better than the fall apart rubbish I was issued with back in the mists of antiquity.

Combat boots aside, he did get issued with a pair of parade boots and I like to see the old ammo boot style continuing for drill. I gave a lesson in "bull".

heel's getting there

"Why," you ask, "should the army encourage its men to polish their boots till they shine like black glass? What possible benefit is that?" For several reasons. Firstly, the enemy will be blinded by the glare of your boots and run in panic. Secondly, in case of coms breakdown the shiny boot makes a handy reflective signals device, like a mirror. Thirdly, a shiny boot looks smart.

keep those regiments!

Well done Canada for keeping on more than a few of your old regiments, such as the Calgary Highlanders, as reserve units. This keeps the various regimental traditions alive and in time of war gives a nucleus for expansion. The cap badge lives, as it were. As I understand it the English just scrapped them all in favor of larger amalgamations. 

Go Army.

LSP

Happy New Year

I know it's a couple of days and dollars late, but Happy New Year from the frozen North.

God bless,

LSP

Bye Bye.

Loser

The hugely popular CNN host, Piers "Loser" Morgan, is threatening to leave America if we don't ban guns. Off you go then, and England, I hope you dodge the bullet.

Shoot straight.

LSP

Put out More Flags

I enjoy seeing the Union Jack flying in this city almost as much as I scorn Piers Morgan's theology. Everyone's least favorite Bilderberger sycophant has been running around telling us that we need to change the Bible to allow "gay marriage."

Moral? Not everything that comes out of Great Britain is worth a damn keeping.

Salute the flag.

LSP

Calgary

Golden Void

It's that time of year again, the time to pack up the carry on and brave the unpleasantness of air travel and head to the frozen North. To the oil and gas boom-town that is Calgary. Being a creature of tradition I checked into the downtown Hyatt, where they put me on successively higher floors with each visit. 

Living in a High Rise

I've reached the 19th Floor, which says something about the benefits of hotel seniority and affords a good view of downtown along with a glimpse of the Rockies. It's close to the pool and steam room too. Sweat out those toxins, LSP!

I like the Hyatt, obviously, or I wouldn't stay there, and I enjoy strolling down prosperous Stephen Avenue, with its pubs, restaurants and shops. 

Seventh Second of Forever

Local legend has it that you can walk down Stephen Avenue in the summer with a stack of resumes, handing them out as you pass along, and by the time you've reached the end of the road you'll have a job. A reasonably well paid one too, but before you get too excited, remember that Calgary's expensive, so you'll need that extra cash.

Quark Strangeness and Harm

Speaking of which, I wasted no time getting out of dodgy Greenbacks and into a good position with Canadian Dollars. These, despite being part made of transparent plastic (?) are still worth something.

Hall of the Mountain Grill

More from the Frontier as the news comes in.

Rule Britannia,

LSP

Extradite Piers Morgan!

hated

After a year of energetic campaigning, Team LSP is pleased to note that the popular movement to extradite Piers Morgan is gaining traction. Thanks to our friends over at Infowars, the petition to send the low-rating CNN host back to the U.K. has over 70,000 signatures and climbing. We urge you to sign the petition here.

truly appalling

As predicted by ZeroHedge, worried U.K. citizens weren't far behind, launching a counter-petition to keep Piers "Hacker" Morgan in in the U.S. 

Naomi, that's just nasty

The petition states, with some justice:

"We got rid of him once and why should we have to suffer again. The Americans wanted him so they should put up with him. We washed our hands of him a long time ago."

go on, Jeremy, punch him out

After considerable  soul-searching, we have to admit that Great Britain suffered the Illuminati posturing of New World Order shill Piers Morgan for long enough. England doesn't want him back and America can no longer tolerate his subversion of our way of life. He has to go. But where?

Cuba. We have a jail there.

Blessed Feast of St. Stephen.

LSP

Christmas Day

But what's this? Rain!

Woke up to the sound of roosters crowing but only just because they were nearly drowned out by the noise of thunder, lightning and torrential rain. Those of you who are familiar with Texas will know how exciting that last part is. We don't get "sky water" very often, altogether different from, say, Wales, or Oxford. 

Just some guns and a cloak of invisibility

Off to the Dallas compound now. Have a blessed Christmas and hope like fury that Santa gives you an "assault rifle" and a "deadly" handgun before our caring friend, the State, bans them.

Extradite Piers Morgan,

LSP

Merry Christmas!

A strange thing happened after saying the first Mass of the evening. I went to visit a parishioner's friend, just to say a cheery Merry Christmas and she asked: 

"Where are you from?"

"England," I replied.

"Yes, I can see that. But where from?"

"London."

"I love London. My friends say 'where do you stay when you go to Europe?' I tell them 'London, of course, it is the best of those cities.'"

I agreed because I was being polite and thought she was right. But where did she stay when she went to "Town"? She liked the Dorchester, understandably, and I told her that I saw Mr. Cash there once, in the restaurant. He was wearing black, predictably. She liked that and told me a story about a Roman Catholic priest who took his dogs to Mass.

Nothing too weird abut that, you think. Just another snobby LSP conversation. But not so fast. As I was leaving, my friend showed me the garage, which was large. And just as well, because it held about as many vintage Rolls Royce motor cars as I've ever seen. A lot, and all of them immaculate.

This happened in Slap-Out Texas, aka Hubbard. 

Who knew?

Merry Christmas,

LSP

Mystic Tamale Perfection

The Shaman

Last night I had the best tamale ever and I don't say that lightly. But don't take my word for it, here's my philisophical friend GWB's take:

If you don't like tamales, you might be a hippy, a devil worshipper, or a Democrat. Or you may never have had Oso's tamales. Oso means "bear" in Spanish, and this bear has had a storied career as a pugilist in Mexico and a barback in some of Dallas's best speakeasies. But now he has reached the apogee of his evolution and has become a maker of tamales. His tamales induce a clarity of vision and purpose in the diner, a steely-eyed resolve to meet life's challenges, and a sense of hopeful expectation about the future of humanity. They are mystic perfection and look like this.

Gnosis

Happy Advent,

GWB

If you're in Dallas and fortunate, or maybe worthy enough to be presented with one of Oso's tamales -- do not, do not, scorn the offer. LSP

Apocalypse

Apocalypse

Expecting the worst, I stepped out on the front porch to face our collective Long Count doom. Lacking  dispensation from proper ecclesial authority I wasn't armed. Then I heard it, a gentle clucking; the chickens were loose.

Eschaton

In related news, Senator John "Swiftboat" Kerry looks set to become Secretary of State.

Preppers? Vindicated.

LSP

Return To Sender

I haven't commented on the recent shooting tragedy, except to urge your prayers for its victims, but I will say this.

Please, someone, anyone, for all our sakes...

Send. Him. Back.

That is all.

LSP