Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Going To A Gun Shop



Deadly assault rifles are a lot of fun, no doubt about it but they have their problems. They get dirty, just for a start, and then there's all these bits that keep the beasts together. Like the firing pin retaining pin. 


Broken, Useless

Lose that bit and you're in trouble, the same holds if the annoying thing breaks, which is exactly what happened to one of mine. There it was, a broken pin. Useless.


Fun Guns is Fun

To put it right I drove to Fun Guns in Waco instead of ordering the part on the information superhighway. Partly because I didn't want to wait and also because I figured it'd be fun to go to a store that wasn't Walmart. And Fun Guns is just what it says it is, full of fun guns.


Unbroken, Useful

Pistols, deadly assault rifles in several calibers, a few bolt actions and shotguns, optics, barrels, lower and upper receivers for AR builds, triggers, parts, ammo and all kinds of neat stuff. The people that run it are friendly too and don't have the rude, condescending attitude you meet in some gun shops. I like that.


Back Together Again

So I bought a few pins and a sling swivel, miraculously resisting the strong temptation to buy an S&W .357 Magnum, a new scope and an AK. These things will have to wait. And guess what? The new pin fits like a champ.


Art

Thanks, Fun Guns, you make Waco a better place.

Shoot on,

LSP

Monday, November 12, 2018

Hey Hey My My



Superstar MillSoc pop celebrity, Neil Young blasted President Trump after a raging forest fire burned his $3,600,000 Malibu house to the ground.

Neil Young, net worth an estimated $65 million, is a committed socialist and ripped into the Weather and the President for destroying his rustic Malibu retreat.


Neil Young

“California is vulnerable," stated the fantastically wealthy leftist on his malfunctioning blog, "not because of poor forest management as DT (our so-called president) would have us think. As a matter of fact this is not a forest fire that rages on as I write this. We are vulnerable because of Climate Change; the extreme weather events and our extended drought is part of it."


Rich, Socialist Rich

The confused and aging singer songwriter continued, “DT seems to be the Denier. (I’m holding back and not using the word liar because it rhymes with denier). It really is time for a reckoning with this unfit leader. Maybe our new congress can help. I sure hope so.”

Neil Young is famous for hit singles such as Old Man (take a look at yourself) and married Daryl Hannah, net worth $22 million, in July. Malibu has the highest house prices in America, with an average of over $3 million and holds the world's highest concentration of elite socialists.


Off The Fat Of The Land

Neil Young isn't the only MillSoc celeb to find himself attacked by the weather. Miley Cyrus and Shannon Doherty's mansions have been destroyed though Cher and Alyssa Milano's have been spared, so far. Who knows, perhaps they paid their weather tax on time.


Money

I've seen the needle and the damage done.

Neil Young's from Canada. Heart of Gold, eh?

LSP   

Ballotgate



We can but hope. In the meanwhile, someone, anyone, please lock them up.

Cheers,

LSP

Sunday, November 11, 2018

The Guns Fall Silent



The big guns on the Western Front were firing right up to the minute of the Armistice. This short recording was taken near American positions close to the river Moselle.




Our Great Great Uncle, Private John Q. Adams of Killeen, Texas, was wounded by machine gun fire after the Armistice had been signed; word of the peace hadn't reached that sector of the front. He died ten days later. Rest in Peace.

I'll leave you with this, At The Cenotaph by Seigried Sasson.

I saw the Prince of Darkness, with his Staff, 
Standing bare-headed by the Cenotaph: 
Unostentatious and respectful, there 
He stood, and offered up the following prayer. 
'Make them forget, O Lord, what this Memorial 
Means; their discredited ideas revive; 
Breed new belief that War is purgatorial 
Proof of the pride and power of being alive; 
Men's biologic urge to readjust 
The Map of Europe, Lord of Hosts, increase; 
Lift up their hearts in large destructive lust; 
And crown their heads with blind vindictive Peace.' 
The Prince of Darkness to the Cenotaph 
Bowed. As he walked away I heard him laugh.

LSP

Macronite Armistice Day



As world leaders met in Paris for the 100th anniversary of the armistice that brought an end to the Great War, French President Emmanuel Macron took the opportunity to blast nationalism.

“Patriotism is the exact opposite of nationalism. Nationalism is a betrayal of patriotism,” stated the unpopular French leader in an apparent attempt to boost New World Order globalism.


Look How The Globalists Hate Putin

Macron, who is a despised Illuminati puppet, is tanking in the polls with a miserable 19% approval rating. He used to work for the enormously powerful Rothschild banking cabal, and presumably isn't impressed by the fact that patriotic Americans and many others died to save his nation.


Thumbs Up

Just think, all those misguided members of the French Resistance who betrayed their patriotism by loving their nation. Such traitors!

But seriously, if you're an unpopular Macronite who hates nationalism but loves patriotism, then what are you patriotic for, what's your patria? It's obviously not your country or nation because that's evil, so what's left?


Behold Your Rulers

How about a borderless European secular superstate, complete with its own army and ruled by unelected MillSoc mandarins in Brussels. And guess who pays for that, at interest.

Surely not the Rothschilds.

LSP

Saturday, November 10, 2018

November Fest



It's all going on in Texas, I tell you. House painting, Diocesan Convention, torrential rain, and endless street parties celebrating the tragic defeat of our faux Latino messiah, Beto. I went to one, it was awesome.




There were lights, food, a German band pumping out Erika and all was well. Good fun and a welcome chance to party after the Diocesan Convention's Mass and a scary drive on I 20.

Then we met again today to conduct the slight business of the diocese, meet old friends and generally get it together. There were lots of video reports, one of which seemed to say that God forgives and also forgets. 




How can God forget anything, He's omniscient. I made the point to a friend who thought this somehow "limited God."  Long story short, it doesn't.

And here we are back at the Compound, thanking God for His goodness and for survival on the highways of the metrosprawl.




Please pray for our bishop, Jack Iker, who was diagnosed with lymphatic cancer right after announcing his retirement a few months ago. 

We fight against principalities and powers.

God bless,

LSP 

Thursday, November 8, 2018

Waterworld!



I won't lie, it's raining like fury and it's been doing that all day. Obviously the Weather's revenge for the great state of Texas kicking the new messiah god king, Beto, to the curb.

Our common enemy, the Weather, didn't enjoy the spectacle of its millionaire socialist ally being left behind like Satan's discarded toy. So it's trying to drown us out.


The Enemy Looms

But we're not worried, we've faced off against the Weather before and we'll do it again, no matter how hard it tries to force us to become mindless socialist drones of the Illuminati hive mind.

Speaking of which, the Democrats are trying to steal elections in Florida and Arizona. For that matter, they're trying to steal the entire process of suffrage through open border immigration. And all in the name of tolerance, openness, freedom from tyranny and, you know, enlightenment.


She Broke Her Ribs

The calculus goes something like this. We hate the West and its people, so we destroy its hateful families, religion and culture and replace it with something else, namely immigrants from our former colonies. And guess what? They vote for us, unlike the people we've displaced.

Then, goal achieved, our ruling tech, political and celeb elite can kick back in their private islands' infinity pools while everyone else looks out at the awesomeness of their shack before psyching up to work in an Amazon warehouse.


I Will Give You My Ribs, Mistress!

But hey, that warehouse employment policy is trans inclusive so don't worry, workers, you're living in a utopian paradise.

In other news, Ruth Bader Ginsburg (RBG) has broken its ribs and landed in hospital, provoking Alyssa Milano to offer her ribs to keep the ancient Justice running.




Surely this doesn't augur another SCOTUS vacancy for the hated Orangeman to fill?


LSP

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Yet More Predictions?



We're here, idly sharpening kukris and wondering at the luminescent wolf fangs found on the steps of the Compound in the half-light of dusk. 

And, of course, waiting with bated breath for the outcome of the most important elections known to peoplekind ever. Yes, ever in the history of fragile planet earth 'til now.

After tonight will we be like this?




Or like this?




Only time, gentle readers, will tell.

MAGA

Predictions - Clean Those Guns



There's nothing quite like a bit of midterm madness to get the blood racing and the heart pounding as the nation goes to the polls in unprecedented numbers to decide the legislative fate of America. Will the Blue Wave  break against the Red Wall? 

For that matter, will there even be a Blue Wave or will the great Democrat push be more of an effervescent froth which foams away only to leave an underwhelming puddle, sinking into the muddy ground of ignominious defeat.




Hard to tell, though the media agitprop arm of the Democrat Party is fast back peddling their chorus of a massive win, a win they hope will lead to impeachment of the hated, Nazi Russian spy, Orangeman. Yes, the same president who brazenly threatens to cut off the Democrats' supply of immigrant votes and NWO kickbacks.

Who knows how it'll turn out, they say, hedging against the kind of credibility disaster they faced in the aftermath of the November 2016 rout.




Do you remember that? Every expert in the entire world said that Hillary was going to win. The polls said so, the lying media said so, the globalist elite's intellectual satraps in the universities said so, anyone who was anything said Trump would lose. 

Then he didn't and they cried, hyperventilated and went hog wild crazy, thrashing like wounded eels. Lo and behold, all of a sudden the experts didn't look so expert anymore. Nate Silver & Co. doubtless hope to avoid such embarrassment this time 'round. 




For what it's worth, I predict a narrow GOP win in the House and a more substantial win in the Senate leading to a majority in both houses and, of course, in the Supreme Court. But what do I know? 




I just clean guns.

Cheers,

LSP

Monday, November 5, 2018

Raise The House!



Well, the porch anyway. You see, the problem with wooden houses is that the wood can get eaten away by termites and ants. 




For that matter, if it's not looked after it'll rot and then you'll wake up to discover your historic Texan house is an historic Texan ruin. So the Compound's HQ got a respray and I think it looks sharp, but there was a problem. 




The painting crew discovered a supporting beam beneath the porch had pretty much returned to the soil. The porch looked fine but it wasn't, it was an illusion.




The crew turned up in the cold grey mask of morning to put the mirror of illusion right. That meant jacking up the porch, taking out the rotten beam and replacing it. Next step?




Finish painting the porch and then stand back and thank God for His mercy.

Gun rights,

LSP

 

Sunday, November 4, 2018

Ride



A churchman asked me to bless his small herd of horses this evening, 6 Arabians, a Warmblood and a Mustang. So off I went and so did a lot of people from one of the missions, perhaps they were wondering if their padre could ride.


Shala. Note Well Put Together Barn

Good question! Fortunately I could and rode out on Shala alongside two outstanding competitive horsewomen who've forgotten more than I'll ever know about the sport.


You Ride Better Than What I Do

Still, I held my own and the congregation watching from the sidelines got a kick out of the thing. Great fun.


My Friend's Tack Room


Ride over, I blessed the herd and we all fell back to the ranch house for a delicious meal. What a lot of fun and it reminded me of several things.


One I Took Earlier

Firstly, ride more, a lot more, it's important. Secondly, bring the congregation together for fun, fellowship and worship outside of the usual Sunday morning slot. It builds the communion which is established at the Altar. 

Common sense I know, but perhaps it needs stating, especially in a mission setting. With that in mind, sermon over.

Ride On,

LSP