Valentine's Day Red Dot

As the rest of the world watches 50 Shades of Blockbuster Sales, I decided to celebrate romantic love by going to the range and sighting in my new Primary Arms red dot sight. I dialed it in, co-efficient with my carbine's iron sights and fired off a few 3 round groups.

From the get-go I noticed an improvement in accuracy over the BUIS, with rounds hitting in and around the X ring from a bench at 50 yards. The sight seemed on enough. Very pleasing.

Then, just for fun, I blazed away off-hand at the green terrorist's head. One "terr" down. So how do I rate the Primary Arms red dot sight, you ask. 

I know, I know, it's not an Aimpoint or an Eotech but I like it a lot, it's compact, light, seems rugged and it works. Is it tactical? Oh yes, very. But how much does it cost? That depends. If you bless someone's guns it might be free. Would you recommend one to a friend? Sure I would. Nice little optic.

Get a Primary Arms red dot sight, if you like. They're affordable and the one I sighted in works.

Happy Valentine's.

LSP 

God Bless Guns

I drove out to see a parishioner yesterday and bless his guns. He's afraid that things will get bad and prepares accordingly. You might call him a "prepper." Part of that, for him, means a lot of custom AR15s and a couple of AR10s.

New York Times New World Order

Some people scoff at that in their New York Timesy condescension. "Look, what a stupid prepper," they sneer, "he probably thinks the government is too big and massively in debt. I bet he doesn't even believe in Global Warming. What an ignorant fool."

This Will Never Happen Here, in America

Well who'll be laughing when the grid goes down and you have to shoot to protect yourself and your family? Not my friend. He gave me a Primary Arms red dot in exchange for the blessing and promises to upgrade my AR.

Gabriel Possenti is the Patron Saint of shooters, in case you're interested.

LSP

Hillary

All the polls say Hillary Clinton will be the next President of the World. She's pretty brave and claims she was shot at by snipers, in the Balkans.

If you believe that,

You'll believe anything.

You know, like Benghazi.

She's poor too, by the way.

But what difference does it make?

God bless,

LSP

Anglican Consultative Council Taken Over By Mantis People!

Frightening new evidence appears to show that the Anglican Consultative Council (ACC) has been taken over by Mantis People.

A young clergyperson, who wishes to remain anonymous, claims she was abducted  by a mantid and taken to the Council control room, which was operated by insect-like aliens, including one who appeared to be a bishop and wore long purple robes.

Abductee's Drawing of the Anglican Consultative Council

"It was terrifying," she stated, "I thought the Anglican Consultative Council was an Instrument of Unity, but it was overrun by all these Mantis People. They were feverishly working in the Council control room, like insects. One of them wore a purple robe, I think it was their leader, maybe a bishop."

Some commentators believe that the extraterrestrials are a "shady" and "dubious" threat to Anglicanism and humanity itself. 

A Mantis

"Doesn't sound like these beings want what's best for the human race after all!" said one pundit, "If they want to help us why then not just show themselves to the world? Why are people abducted in the middle of the night against their will, strapped to a table and subjected to all kinds of medical procedures? Why do they need our DNA? They are supposed to be so advanced??? This is way too shady and dubious!"

A Bishop

Before being taken over by what seems to be a sinister alien race, the Anglican Consultative Council was a respected component of the Anglican Communion and worked for church unity.

According to the abducted clergyperson, those days may be over.

LSP

Blinded By The Sun

Monday seemed as good a day as any to wake up ridiculously early and head off to the woods by the range. So that's what I did. I took a shotgun, of course, and got there as the sun was rising. What would I find in the woods?

Bobcats? Coyotes? Squirrels? Rabbits? A marauding hog? Well, you never know and as it turns out, none of these things crossed my path. What I saw instead were lots of Woodpeckers, who were busy kicking up a racket, and a big hawk that took off majestically from the top of an old oak.

Undaunted, I cranked off a few shots at a branch that was sticking out of the water of a trashy natural tank that's called The Beach.

How Very Awesome

After the firefight, which I won, I drove to Karen's Authentic Mexican Food in Itasca and bought two Bean & Brisket burritos.

Then I ate those twin pillars of orthodoxy, on the porch.

LSP

Sunday Hunt

I'd no sooner recovered from the pleasurable ministry of gun blessing, than a friend turned up from Dallas to go hunting. Nothing fancy, just an evening attempt to call coyotes.

So what happened? That's simple; we loaded up my truck, headed out to the fields, got into cover downwind and started to call. But the coyotes weren't buying, unlike the frogs, which were. Too bad we weren't on a frog hunt.

That's not to say the wiley beasts weren't there and we did hear a distant pack, yapping and howling into the night. Then, as we were loading back up to go, a lone howl cut through the starlit night, not too far away, though distances can be deceptive. Should we stay or should we go?

We left, and got a bite to eat at Dickey's BBQ Pit. This is a chain that started in Dallas and it serves "Q", which is fine by me. They were playing Waylon & Willie, which is also fine by me, as was the pulled pork sandwich, mac & cheese, and fried okra that I decided to buy.

"What's your special?" my friend asked Dickey's.

"Everything," Dickey's replied, impertinently.

You see, Dickey's does not have a Sunday "special" though your kids can eat there free, one per adult, if they're under 12. 

Ponder that.

LSP

Church & Guns

After I said the 1st Mass of Sunday, a member of the congregation asked me to bless his new gun. Some clergypersons would have been upset by that because they think guns are evil. I don't think they are, obviously, and was only too pleased to bless this gun, which was a WWII M1 carbine, like the ones that were used to fight the fanatical Japanese in the Pacific. 

The theme continued after the 2nd Mass of the day, when another congregant asked me to go out to his compound and bless his guns. I agreed, of course, and asked if he was still building guns on the AR platform. He assured me that he was and I asked how much they cost.

"How much do they cost, you know, ballpark."

"That depends, but around 1900."

"If only I had that kind of cash."

"Hey, don't worry. I'll sort you out."

Lee Enfield Jungle Carbine, Nairobi

Let's see what "don't worry" really means, but whatever the case, I'm clearly developing a firearms ministry. My homily on the powerful typology at work in Elisha raising a dead boy to life seemed to have rather less traction.

There's a moral in that, somewhere. In the meanwhile, a friend has sent in a photo of a Jungle Carbine, still in use, at Nairobi's National Park.

All hail Karen Blixen,

LSP

Crusader

It's unremarkable to me that our President chose the occasion of a Jordanian pilot being burned alive in a cage to castigate Christianity at the National Prayer Breakfast.

Unremarkable? That someone called Barack Hussein doesn't want to call his coreligionists? Go figure. 

Regardless, why attack the Crusades? Especially the first one, which won. The West, in its wickedness, didn't keep Outremer alive and that's a big shame.

Reverse the Horns of Hattin, and Manzikert, please, and let's have another Charles Martel.

The problem with the Crusades is that we didn't have enough of them.

Time to end the Islamic death cult.

LSP

Sit in the Sun, on the Porch

Thanks to Global Warming, which has made everything colder, I was able to enjoy the sun on the front porch with Blue Somnolence today.

Note Flint Scraper

I read a book, The Lost Civilization Enigma, by Philip Coppens, which presents anomalous evidence for prehistoric culture. Coppens isn't an ancient alien theorist, not having been to General Synod, but proposes an earlier and cyclical timeline for human civilization than is conventionally accepted.

Ole Rascal and Mischief

Part of the problem, of course, is that they keep finding things like Gobekli Tepe, which are strangely old.

Cheers,

LSP

A Tale of Skulduggery and Vice

By now we all know that the Suffragan Bishop of Maryland, Heather Cook, is looking at a 20 year stretch for killing a man in a hit-and-run. We know, too, that she had a prior DUI in 2010, along with narcotics possession (and vomit on shirt etc.). Messy, and I hope she can put her life back together and find redemption; I hope the same for Palermo's family.

Eugene Sutton

But did the Bishop of Maryland, Eugene Sutton, and the Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church, Katharine Jefferts Schori, know about Cook's DUI/Narcotics bust before she was consecrated, and did they hide this information from the selection process.

And then, when media heat was turned on the diocese, did Sutton hire a "communications consultant," Meredith Gould, who just happened to be the wife of his Canon for Evangelism and Ministry Development, Dan Webster?

Katharine Jefferts Schori

It seems that he did and you can get the drill-down, in all its malfeasant detail here, at Race Radio and the comments section of the Baltimore Brew. And by the way, the same Dan Webster, who is married to Meredith Gould, PR spin to the Diocese of Maryland, apparently said this, when he was Communications Director of the Diocese of Utah:

"It is about power and control. It is about 'doing it my way.'”

I really hope he didn't say that and if he did, that it's out of context.

That is all,

LSP

Blue State, Heather Cook

I was woken up this morning by a strange rustling, as though something was being shaken. I thought, half-awake, that a squirrel had gotten into the house. But no, it was just Blue, shaking my duffel and staring at me.

I looked at him and he looked at me and then proceeded to wag the arm of my coat, which was hanging off the back of a chair. I got the message and a cup of tea (hot) and Morning Prayer later, there I was, walking the dog in the semi-freezing drizzle of the new Ice Age, brought on, ironically enough, by Global Warming.

Typical Global Warming

Roosting dove flew out of the trees along our path with a great sound of wings and it was good to be in this country town.

Heather Cook

In other news, the scandal-plagued assistant Bishop of Maryland has been indicted on 13 charges, ranging from automobile manslaughter to negligent driving. I feel sorry for her, much as I scorn the monstrous regiment of priestesses. I feel more sorry for the man she killed.

It's all Bush's fault, of course.

Cheers,

LSP

Behold Your Masters!

What do our Overlords think of us? Here's Conrad Hilton, on a plane, telling the world, and flight attendants, what he really thinks.

"If you wanna square up to me bro, then bring it and I will f***ing fight you."

"I am going to f***ing kill you."

"I will f***ing rip through you."

"I will f***ing own anyone on this flight; they are f***ing peasants."

"I told all of them I could get all of their jobs taken away in less than 30 seconds." 

Young Conrad ended up falling asleep and getting handcuffed to his seat, but not before attacking a flight attendant and bragging about his wealth and power.

"I could get you all fired in 5 minutes," said Conrad, "I know your boss! My father will pay this out. He has done it before. Dad paid $300k last time."

So what does this young member of the Ruling Elite think of us, the "peasants" that he "owns"? That's easy, he hates us, but the real question is, are his views indicative?

You be the judge,

LSP