Tuesday, August 27, 2013

War Drums & the Axis of Gayness

Pounding the Drum

It wasn't that long ago that we had an Axis of Evil, which was W's way of describing Iran, Iraq and North Korea. Similar, come to think of it, to the Evil Empire of the Reagan era, but smaller and more Muslim. All well and good, but now we have a new Axis, the Axis of Gayness, in which the world's gayest countries, England, France and America are lining up to unleash all kinds of gender sensitivity training on Syria. 

Kind to Animals, Family Values

According to Orientalists, the Axis of Gayness is attempting to topple the brutal Syrian homophobe, Assad, and replace him by LGBT allies, Al Quaeda. 

Nyet

They are opposed by the Fulcrum of Straightness, Vlad Putin, who believes that marriage should be between a man and a woman. Putin has outlawed gay propaganda in Russia, provoking outrage and shock in the Axis of Gayness' member states. 

Prime Minister Statesman

For example, well-known British thespian and statesman, Stephen Fry, described Putin as "oafish" and "stupid" in a heartfelt open letter to gay activist Prime Minister and Old Etonian, David Cameron.

Gay Activist Thesp

Only 9% of Americans are in favor of yet another military intervention in the Middle East, even fewer are LGB or "Trans." 

Come on now. Let's stop, take a deep breath and put the war drums away.

LSP



Monday, August 26, 2013

5 Mile Creek

Down in the Canyon

I'd always thought that the various creeks which flow into the Trinity river were either built over, inaccessible or not worth seeing in the first place. That's not entirely true, some are worth tracking down and scouting out; I'd include 5 mile Creek on the list. 

Clear and Cool

It meanders through parts of South Dallas, remarkably clear and cold. I got to it via Polk and 67 then followed it West. The creek is, I think, navigable on foot if you have a good set of waders, a machete or two and maybe a carbine and a pistol for close defense.

Many Fish

But seriously, the water's cut canyons over the centuries, which are off-putting to the crackheads, ne'er do wells and the assorted flotsam and jetsam that make up the scary part of the South Dallas demographic. It's also surrounded on either bank by thickish brush. Regardless, I didn't attempt to walk anything like its length and just checked out salient points after parking the truck.

Spot the Crane

The waters were as clear as advertised and pleasantly cool; the noise of the city is soaked up too and you have the place in silence. It's not hard to imagine the area as it was 150 years ago, wild and unsettled and I enjoyed watching the fish which are curiously iridescent because of the clarity of the water. They shoal and eddy in great numbers.

Intrepid Explorer

It's possible, I've read, to fish the creek and there's certainly no shortage of fish but they all seemed very small. There's doubtless good holes that'd reward the adventurous urban angler but I didn't have the time or patience to find them. I did find a wood crane though; it loomed up prehistorically from the brush.

5 Mile Creek? Well worth the visit.

LSP

Friday, August 23, 2013

The Standing Wave



"Riverfront"

Dallas is a strange place. One minute you're there on the corner of Crack and Grand and the next you're at this "water feature" within sight of the glass cathedrals to Mammon that make up the city's skyline.

Downtown from the Trinity

What happened was that the City decided to create a white-water fun zone called the Standing Wave on the Trinity river and several million dollars later there's a series of quasi dams underneath and immediately downstream from the Santa Fe trestle and the modern DART light rail bridge. Its part of a larger plan to turn the Trinity into an enjoyable, attractive, accessible asset rather than a dumping ground for noxious chemicals, trash and body parts.

Standing Wave Santa Fe Trestle

The water boils and churns and is, apparently, far too dangerous for the kind of fun-for-all-the-family kayaking that the City Fathers envisaged. So perhaps the scheme needs honing, but whatever, it's a fish magnet.

Nice Natural landscaping, Dallas...

I like to go there after early Mass on Fridays and try my luck against the monster Gar, Channel Cats, and Buffalo fish that seem to love the Standing Wave. Mostly it's deserted and I have the place to myself, which is good. But sometimes I get company, like the Bow Fish Killer (BFK).

Churn

There I am, lost in the world of trying to get Buffalo fish to swallow the worm that hides the #8 hook, when all of a sudden I hear a hiss and turn around. There's a dude with a compound bow and dark Terminator shades looking at me and tweaking. Our conversation went something like this:

BFK: SSSS!! Twk, Twk!!
LSP: S'up?
BFK: Any Gar? Alligator Gar?!?
LSP: For sure...
BFK: There's Buffs (Buffalo fish) man.
LSP:  I know (I was trying to catch them).

And there is that Leviathan

Next thing I know, my new pal BFK is leaping downstream waving his bow and the next minute he's back carrying this huge "Buff" which he's shot through the gut. He throws it down to me as a ind of offering.

BFK: Here you go man, cut bait!!
LSP: Er, thanks. Right on!

Full of bloodlust, BFK runs off to get another Buff to hack up and use as Gar bait.

Little Fella

I'm no prude and have nothing against cut bait or bow fishing in the right circs but... things were getting weird, so I packed up, climbed in the truck and headed for home.

Fish on,

LSP

Thursday, August 22, 2013

And so it Begins...

A Small Gar

I've always enjoyed fishing, a lot, but haven't made the time to do much of it. I've been correcting that bad omission in a concerted effort to become a better all 'round sportsman.

Random Lee

Good goal, eh? I like getting out on the water and seeing the fish glide by like submarines, or exploding up like fierce missiles. Then there's the prehistoric, living fossil Gars who surge up, inspect your bait, roll sideways to give you the beady pleistocene eye and surge off again in search of less threatening things. 

Rare Catch at the Tailrace

That's all good, it's even better when you actually catch something, and bask in that oddly self-satisfied "I've caught a fish!" sort of feeling. Well, it is very satisfying.

More on that later and with it, the mysterious Trinity river that flows through Dallas and North America's largest hardwood forest.

No Wedding Bells For Chelsea

In other news, a wedding photographer has been told by the state that she can't refuse to work a lesbian wedding. All in the name of tolerance. Nice. 

Fish on,

LSP



Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Hey, Move to Detroit!

come on, move to Detroit!

Last time we checked into Detroit my old friend Red had been putting rounds down range in the local crack house on Commonwealth. He got off, no harm no foul sort of deal. But things have escalated. The onetime Motorcity is now bankrupt and fixin' to become a city of ghosts.



Not to worry. Detroit is so totally a "one off" and the unicorn will come and save you! With all the helpful money its borrowed, or invented, or stolen somehow.



In the meanwhile, America's "middle class" rates 27th in the world, apparently, and our cities are off the hook urban hellholes doing just fine. 



Good luck, hope 'n change,

LSP

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Boat

Boat Team

I'm pretty keen to avoid the old "he's right out of central casting" charge, so I went out and got a boat. Just an ancient aluminium V hull, with a view towards getting out on the lakes for a bit of casting and, perhaps, duck hunting.

Riverine

The boat's a bit of a project but look, it floats (I made sure) and it came with a trailer and a trolling motor, both of which work. The two last make the whole deal financially worthwhile. So that's alright then.

Get out and fish, or shoot, or whatever.

God bless,

LSP


Monday, July 15, 2013

Fish

Fish On

I wouldn't want anyone to think I was some kind of stereotype, or something, so I eagerly took up a friend's offer to go Kayak Fishing on the Brazos, on the outskirts of Waco, off I35.

We stopped at Walmart to pick up some spinners and lures and I seized the opportunity to spray my legs with insect repellent, or sunscreen, which I found open at the sporting goods counter. I got into a fight about that with a Walmart person. but don't worry, it wasn't a real fight, just a verbal.

some guy facing off a bear with a hatchet

Fleeing Walmart we stopped at a Starbucks because I wanted a Latte, and spied a senior philosophy prof (?) from Baylor. I resisted the urge to hurl unkind taunts about "old bald head" and reminded my friend about Elijah and the bears.

fish

Then a whole lot of fun kayaking along the river -- the fish (Bass) were jumping and I was catching nothing until we pulled into some shallows and cast from there. Caught a baby Bass and a Drum(?) and as always felt inordinately pleased at the catch. Put the fish back and progressed upstream to home.

Fish Rising

Great fun. Message? Fish more often, get a boat.

Fish on,

LSP


Shoot the Lee, for God's Sake!


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You may have thought that I'd forgotten about firearms, being so busy with the Mission Field and all. But no, despite a grievous lack of readily available ammo -- please, someone, sort it out -- I've managed to get to my friend's range a couple of times.

Upgrade the glass, yo.

I was especially pleased with my "project Lee," an old 1917 SMLE that'd been sporterized once, badly, then re-sporterized by me in an amateur attempt to own a make-believe Lee Speed. Not being a stereotype, I want to own something approximating to the hunting rifle of the British Empire.

Sand, Plane, Rasp, Blue

Whatever, the mock Speed shot pretty well, putting rounds in a Dime with a used Burris(!) scope. Not bad for a WWI rifle that's gone through several porch project gunsmith hours. 

There's a Rifle on the Table1

Some people have motorcycles in their front room, or "lounge." Others go for Lees on the Mahogany. Same strategy, different tactic? 

Fruity!

In other news, the oddly named Gavin SameSex Welby has come out vastly in favor of wimmin bishops and rather cautiously in favor of gay sex. Go on, Gavin, bite the bullet!

Snack

Yours unstereotypically,

LSP

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Church and State

St. Michael's Conference

Things have been busy lately, mostly with the St. Michael's Conference and various lit deadlines, to say nothing of Vlad "New Constantine" Putin's protection of surveillance-state enemy No.1, Snowden.

Introit

Perhaps you remember the olden days when we used to criticize the Russians for spying on their citizens and trying to ban Christianity? Odd how the State hates the Faith, especially the catholic sort that says abortion is wrong and marriage is between a man and a woman. Speaking of which, it'll be interesting to see how the clash between our secularist Administration and the US Conference of Catholic Bishops develops over Obamacare. 

strike incense

As I understand it, neither side seems willing to take any prisoners, which could result in the Church becoming the counter-cultural force she should be in this adulterous, sinful and disbelieving generation. "Get behind abortion or we'll fine you out of existence," says the State. "Bring it on," says the Church.

gates of hell won't prevail

Maybe that's the way it'll pan out and I guess we'll see the resolve of both parties when the first bishop is sentenced to jail. Hopefully it won't come to that; but if it does, the atheist State will lose.

In the meanwhile, I hope you've all come to terms with the fact that you're being spied on in our brave new world of conspiracy theory turned to conspiracy fact.

Cheers,

LSP 


Sunday, June 16, 2013

Father's Day


Pro Patria
It's Father's Day and somehow I feel Bear Cav pics are in order. One of my old friends from England, who became a Roman Catholic, thinks that Father's Day is just an attempt by the marketeers to wring more money from an already oversold public.

Hagia Sophia doesn't belong to you

What a killjoy.

Gay Mystickes

You'll notice that Christian priests are called Father, not Mother.

Filioque?

God bless,

LSP

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Corpus Christi

Go Oxford!!

I love the Feast of Corpus Christi, which takes place on the first Thursday or Sunday after Trinity Sunday, because I believe Christ is truly present in the Sacrament of the Altar and should therefore be celebrated and reverenced. Or more poetically, "blessed, hallowed, praised and adored." 

Toledo

Spain is famous for its Corpus Christi devotions, perhaps especially in Toledo, the See of that country's Primate. But other countries celebrate the Feast well; even church-hating England, home of the celebrity atheist club and associated new world order secularists, manages to put on a decent Eucharistic procession or two. I like the one in Oxford, predictably enough.

Krakow

I'm surprised they haven't got 'round to banning Christian processions in England yet, but they're still legal, apparently. They're legal here in Texas too, where we even have a town named after the Blessed Sacrament and its Feast, Corpus Christi.

Corpus Christi

I have not been to the city of Corpus Christi. 

God bless,

LSP

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Country Life

some truck

I'll just let the above picture speak for itself and if you're ever passing through check out the Gold Nugget. Plenty of saddles and you never know, sometimes (rarely) the odd firearm at a decent price.

I Ride JB

I've been invited to bless the Gold Nugget family farm and have a go at the hogs which terrorize the property. Must get down to business and do that.

Putin Rides Bears

In other news, I was cantering JB 'round some mesquites this morning when she skidded in mud and great was the fall of us. The horse didn't land on top of me, fortunately.

Our Ruler Rides Unicorns!

So be careful where and how you ride.

Stay on the horse,

LSP