Go On, Walk The Dog

After Morning Prayer, I like to take my dog, Blue Aggressor, for a walk to the local Pick 'n Steal and get a coffee. I like the way the sun makes a shadow of the animal's ridiculously pointed ears.

I don't like standing in line while people in dirty pajama bottoms and slippers get lottery tickets, blunts and liters of soda. But whatever, it's all part of life's rich weave. Speaking of which, there was a weave lying in the gutter on the way to the coffee shop and I was going to take a picture. It lay there, abandoned, for a few days, but it disappeared; I guess someone salvaged it.

Then, coffee in hand, I walk back to the compound with Blue Eschaton. He's taken to trying to attack anything with a trailer, as well as the mail truck, which he hates. Good thing I have him on a leash.

He's a popular dog and I get a lot of compliments, "Good lookin' dog!" or, "I like your puppy!" That said, people tend to give him a wide berth.

Wisely.

LSP

Puppie Love, Baltimore

I drove out to visit the flock this morning. One of them had some puppies living in a horse trailer.

I thought that was pretty cute, unlike Baltimore, Detroit, St. Louis, Chicago, Buffalo, Atlanta, DC; go on, take your pick! where civilization has broken down and no one, for some reason, can work out why.

Some people are saying that Baltimore PD will stand down when the city riots again, and in  case any of you haven't read it, Marilyn Mosby is trying to prevent heroin dealer Freddy Gray's autopsy from being released.

Surely Mosby doesn't want to hide anything.

Good luck, Baltimore.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Boot Review: Ariat Brown Bombers

I'm not a boot technologist, unlike some of my friends, but I do like Ariat Brown Bombers (Heritage Crepe Sole). They're a sturdy pair of boots and I'm on my second pair in 8 years. Why a second pair? Because I gave the first ones away to a needy cause and liked them, so I bought a duplicate set.

They're good boots for riding, with a sole that grips the stirrup, while it still has Ariat's proprietary Duratread, and a heel that's designed to accept spurs. The boots also feature special "ATS technology" that "includes a forked shank, Gel cushioned forefoot & heel strike zone," and "a moisture wicking sock liner." 

I'm not quite sure what all that means, but the Bombers seem to give good enough support. They're sturdy, too, with a double stitched welt and good leather. I also like the saddle vamp and feel it gives extra protection; perhaps it does.

I've worn the Bombers riding, hunting, fishing, walking around London's East End, visiting the flock, at the range and, well, just about everywhere. So what's the verdict?

The Ariat Brown Bomber Heritage Crepe Sole is a good all 'round boot. It's not a fancy pants, Ivy League hotshot boot but it doesn't pretend to be, it's more of a working boot than a Highland Park cocktail hour boot. 

How much do they cost? Around $160. Will they fall apart? Mine haven't. Are they waterproof? If you put a lot of mink oil on them, yes. What do you think of Ariat's ATS technology? If I knew what it was I'd tell you. Would you recommend them to a friend? Sure, if they liked crepe soled, working, cowboy boots with a saddle vamp and a roper toe. Are they tactical? I'd have thought that was obvious. Are they liturgical? Not especially.

Go ahead and get some Ariat Brown Bombers, if you're in the market for a working cowboy boot. I've had over three years use out of this pair and look forward to many more.

Boots on the ground,

LSP

Big Gay, Big State

"If you want a vision of the future Winston, imagine a rainbow wellie boot stamping on a human face forever."

Do you think there's a correlation between Big Gay and the Big State? This is what Brendan O'Neill, Editor of Spiked, has to say:

This goes some way to explaining why every single wing of the Irish state supported gay marriage, from the police, who proudly waved the rainbow flag, to all the political parties, the public sector, the health establishment and the cultural establishment. It’s because they recognise, at a gut level, that unlike pretty much every other demand for liberty or equality in modern times, the campaign for gay marriage does nothing to threaten their authority — on the contrary, it extends it, in a way that the most authoritarian among them could only have dreamt of.

You can read the whole thing here.

LSP

An Army of Crones

You may have missed it, but the Church of England's top progleft lib church, St. James, Piccadilly, hosted a special conference in late May to address the theme What Difference Will Women Bishops Make.

Katharine Jefferts Schori was the keynote speaker, because she's the most powerful women bishop in the world, ever. One of the differences she's made is spending tens of millions of dollars on lawsuits against traditionalists.

Mobius

But the speakers weren't all Anglican clergywomen. Among others, there was a gay Muslim man, a female rabbi, and a witch, Helene Mobius. Mobius  had this to say:

Witches, Goofing Off

"The word crone does not mean wizened old cackling pagan," it's the "passage of the mother becoming grandmother, no longer able, thankfully, to reproduce."

Random Wizard

Now we know, no more reproduction. I guess they'll have to grow future crones in a lab, or a vat, or maybe just magicke them up.

Step away from the Pentagram.

LSP

Hillary Sachs Clinton Street Art

Presented without comment, via Zerohedge.

LSP

The Waters Rage and Foam

I went down to the Lake Aquila spillway to get some angling action in, and sure enough, the waters raged and foamed. But where was that Leviathan?

I went downstream to find him and set up on the bank; it was neat to cast into the swift current, though I didn't get any bites. Fish were jumping, though, in mid-stream and that was tantalizing. Maybe with the right surface bait I'd have caught something; or not, the water was moving fast.

Then, like a lazy submarine, a Gar moved into the bank and I gently lowered a hook-full of worm into the water. Perhaps this was the Leviathan, and sure enough, the Gar took the bait.

But Gar are curious creatures, they like to test the bait before they bite and that's what this one did. I played along and gave the fish plenty of line, and I thought I had him.

The strangely prehistoric creature surfaced and snapped angrily at the worm. Yes! He's on! I thought, and made to set the hook. Too soon. The fish sensed something wasn't right and dropped the bait, and that was that. A smaller hook would've done the trick, I think, but as with everything else, hindsight's 20/20.

A Gar

Still, I'm not complaining. It was good to get out and I enjoyed talking with the fishermen. One of them had brought a bow, to shoot the Gar. Maybe I should get one. 

Fish on,

LSP

Shock Poll, Church of England Loses Members as ISIS Laughs

Shocking new figures show that the numbers thin but buildings rich Church of England lost 1.7 million members between 2012 and 2014. During the same time, the Religion of Peace has gained 900,000 adherents.

Cof E traditionalists argue that the crisis-level decline is due to the small denomination's desperate bid to gain popularity by turning churches into mosques for a day, encouraging transsexual naming ceremonies, making women bishops and "going goddess."

What's gone wrong? Everyone knows that trans advocacy, women bishops and praying to Gaia are big crowd pullers. And turning your church into a mosque is guaranteed to fill those empty pews!

With Muslims.

ISIS laughs.

LSP

Post-Jihad Woodstock

No sooner had peace descended upon the battlefield than a butterfly landed on one of my deadly assault rifles.

The pressure was off, the Jihad defeated, so I shot the creature. No! Not with a gun, with my beat up old camera. It was a kind of Joni Mitchell moment, I felt.

Devil Witch?

Many people think that Joni Mitchell is  a Devil Witch. She had a hand in Woodstock, which was a large hippie festival.

Hippies Goofing Off in the Mud

As I pondered that, I drove off the range and got stuck in the mud. That was like Woodstock, but without the hippies, or music, or thieving. A friendly farmer pulled me out of the mud with the help of a chain. He's a keen sportsman and enjoys long distance hunting and everything in between.

Thanks, JM, for the mudside assistance.

Hippies, you can use the side door.

LSP

Cell Phone Jihad!

 

I fought the Jihad today. That's right, the Cell Phone Jihad. The primitive savages had taken over the Western Province of my kitchen cabinets and were poised to cut off the compound's food supply. So drastic action had to be taken.

Terrorist forces were comprised of a Motorola i776 flip, a Samsung flip, a Blackberry and my old nemesis, a Samsung Galaxy Rush.

I attacked these barbarians at 50 yards with two AR 15 battle rifles, and you know the saying, the gun is a tool. Would these two rifles be the right tool for the job?

They sure were. The Motorola flip was first down, shot in half by a 62 grain dose of 5.56, travelling at 3,000 feet per second. The Blackberry was easy prey and next to go, with the not-so-smart Rush soon behind. 

The Samsung flip was weirdly sturdy and stayed intact, despite taking two rounds in its annoyingly cheap and flimsy feeling case.

I enjoyed fighting the Jihad so much that I did it all over again. The cell phone terrorists took another beating and went down, for good.

So go ahead and fight the Jihad, just make sure you bring the right tools for the job.

Your buddy,

LSP

Oppressed Minority

This is Bruce Jenner, who is now Caitlyn, because he's a transsexual. This makes him an oppressed minority, which is why he's on the cover of Vanity Fair.

Bruce, sorry, Caitlyn, used to look like this.

Conde Nast obviously stands for necromancy.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Go Fishing, Fool

In a mad bid to escape the fawning worshipers of Bruce "Caitlyn" Jenner, I drove to Lake Whitney. The Lake's a good 20' high and areas that are usually used for recreation are flooded. I checked some of those out, to see if there was a fishing opportunity.

Sure enough there was, with catfish readily visible in the shallow water, feeding off worms and bugs. Recce over, I went back to the truck, got a rod, and tried to catch a few fish.

Many different lures later, I was empty-handed, though I saw lots of fish and reckon that the right bait would've produced a good result. Maybe I'll try casting with worms and using chicken liver on a couple of stationary rods.

But whatever, it was good to get out on the bank and cast away. I find it peaceful and recollecting as well as exciting. What if the next cast gets a big strike! I always think. Well, we live and hope.

Fish on,

LSP