Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Build The Walls!



Yes, walls, plural. Everyone knows that a big wall on the southern border makes sense, unless you're a human trafficker, drug runner, cartel kingpin or vote hungry Democrat. But what about the threat from the North?


A Typical Northern Workers Paradise

That's right, the horde of northerners fleeing failed socialist utopias like Illinois and New Jersey or the workers paradise hell holes of cities like Baltimore and Detroit. Where are these refugees heading, to what haven? The South, of course, and who can blame them.


We Need Two Walls

Problem being, the refugees take their ideology with them, they still fly the rainbow hammer and sickle flags of their homeland. They are a threat to the Southland. This means another wall has to be built, a strong, high and beautiful wall, a wall along the Mason-Dixon line. 


Artist's Impression of Wall Amusement Park Tourist Destination

Who will pay for the wall? The booming economies of the South, and once built it'll pay for itself. Tourism, hotels, restaurants, fun parks, exotic hunting preserves, sporting clubs and more; this northern wall, like it's southern sister, will be a revenue center, handsomely rewarding farsighted initial investment. And the refugees?


A Beautiful Golden Wall!

They can return home and rebuild their shattered states or be funneled into Colorado. I know, some readers of this popular mind blog might object to the latter option so let's stick with the first.Then there's the "California Question."

That too must be addressed.

All for Dixie,

LSP

Monday, January 7, 2019

The Future Of Robotics



Ruth Bader Ginsburg, 85 year old liberal Supreme Court Justice with superhuman ability to bounce back from pancreatic cancer, broken ribs and lung cancer? Or cyborg?




Most aging women don't head back to SCOTUS after falling off their chair, breaking their ribs and getting lung cancer. No, their aged bodies can't handle that kind of damage.

Which is why experts believe Ruth Bader Ginsburg isn't a human being but a cyborg. Once a human, now an infernal marriage of flesh and machine, the Ginsburg doesn't die. Or will it?



I know, the vote's out, but picture the freakshow circus when it happens. Do you remember Kavanaugh?

Now picture that off the hook insanity cubed to infinity.

Love,

LSP

We Are Ruled By Mercenaries


Tucker Carlson slams our ruling elite, Republican and Democrat. Here's a snapshot, via Real Clear Politics:

We are ruled by mercenaries who feel no long-term obligation to the people they rule. They’re day traders. Substitute teachers. They’re just passing through. They have no skin in this game, and it shows. They can’t solve our problems. They don’t even bother to understand our problems.

And again:

This is negligence on a massive scale. Both parties ignore the crisis in marriage. Our mindless cultural leaders act like it’s still 1961, and the biggest problem American families face is that sexism is preventing millions of housewives from becoming investment bankers or Facebook executives.

He concludes:

What kind of country do you want to live in? A fair country. A decent country. A cohesive country. A country whose leaders don’t accelerate the forces of change purely for their own profit and amusement. A country you might recognize when you’re old. A country that listens to young people who don’t live in Brooklyn. A country where you can make a solid living outside of the big cities. A country where Lewiston, Maine seems almost as important as the west side of Los Angeles. A country where environmentalism means getting outside and picking up the trash. A clean, orderly, stable country that respects itself. And above all, a country where normal people with an average education who grew up no place special can get married, and have happy kids, and repeat unto the generations. A country that actually cares about families, the building block of everything. 
What will it take a get a country like that? Leaders who want it. For now, those leaders will have to be Republicans. There’s no option at this point. But first, Republican leaders will have to acknowledge that market capitalism is not a religion. Market capitalism is a tool, like a staple gun or a toaster. You’d have to be a fool to worship it. Our system was created by human beings for the benefit of human beings. We do not exist to serve markets. Just the opposite. Any economic system that weakens and destroys families isn’t worth having. A system like that is the enemy of a healthy society. 
Internalizing this won’t be easy for Republican leaders. They’ll have to unlearn decades of bumper sticker-talking points and corporate propaganda. They’ll likely lose donors in the process. Libertarians are sure to call any deviation from market fundamentalism a form of socialism. That’s a lie. Socialism is a disaster. It doesn’t work. It’s what we should be working desperately to avoid. But socialism is exactly what we’re going to get, and soon, unless a group of responsible people in our political system reforms the American economy in a way that protects normal people. 
If you want to put America first, you’ve got to put its families first.

I think Carlson's right on target but that's just me, feel free to disagree.

Read the whole thing here or watch the movie.

Cheers,

LSP

Sunday, January 6, 2019

Epiphany



It's the Feast of the Epiphany and the manifestation of Christ to the gentiles, represented by the three Kings or Magi, Melchior, Caspar and Balthasar. As everyone knows, they offer the infant Messiah three gifts, gold, frankincense and myrrh. 

Gold for kingship, incense for divinity and myrrh for death, and there we have it, an epiphany. Jesus is the God King who will die for our sins upon the throne of the cross. So much is clear, but consider the gospel (Matt 2:1-12) and another figure emerges, Herod.




He, like Christ, is a king. As he stood at the end of his life, clothed in a robe of spun silver, he was hailed as a god and death followed in the wings. An agonizing and revolting death, the culmination of a murderous reign which saw the massacre of the Innocents, three of his sons and one of his many wives.

Now, stand back and reflect on Mathew's account. We see three sets of kings, Christ, Herod and the Magi, and three gifts; these describe Christ and Herod. Both are kings, are seen as gods and death, like a shadow, accompanies each. So much for similarity.




Christ's kingship is heavenly, he exercises his power in love; perfect, sacrificial love that will lead him to the Cross. He dies that we might live. 

Herod's kingship is earthly; he commands armies and reigns with magnificence and immense wealth. His rule is characterized by murderous pride and ambition, he kills that he might live.

So we see an epiphany within an epiphany, two models of kingship, one earthly the other divine. Herod and Christ. 

The question is, which path do you choose?

Your old buddy,

LSP

Saturday, January 5, 2019

Hail Kim Dotcom!



Kim Dotcom may not be Herman Goering's eccentric great nephew but he is everyone's favorite ebuccaneer, and he's on an ongoing mission to expose the deep state. Here he is, tweeting from the Dotcom Mansion in New Zealand.


Monumental stuff? Here's hoping, but what's in store for the new year? Kim promises a revelation.



Want to know who they are? Yes please. It'd be an... Epiphany. Kim's famous, in case you didn't know, for crossing Hollywood's bottom line with Megaupload, and they've been after after him ever since.




Well, don't think for a minute that you can go against the agitrop arm of the DS with impunity, but maybe Kim's got evidence that the DNC hack wasn't really a hack but an inside job with a memory stick. Maybe that's why he's still in New Zealand.


Don't say Seth Rich,

LSP

France Kicks Off - Again



The French despise their globalist elite ruler, Emmanuelle Macron, and who can blame them? While the people sweat under the highest taxation in the world, their Illuminati puppet ruler cavorts in the luxury of an NWO, $31.5 million castle lifestyle.


Eric Drouet

Bad enough, but now the people scorn their green overlord even more because he imprisoned one of their leaders, a yellow vest truck driver, Eric Drouet. Displeased by this, the French have taken to the streets yet again in a display of wrath. 

Some see this as a warning to our own corrupt political elite. Here's DocD, via Zero:

The Rothchild’s puppet said: “We can’t work less, earn more, cut taxes and increase spending.” But isn’t that what he is offering all those african and islamic imports?  At the behest of his masters, he impoverished his countrymen and enriched the few at the top while, at the same time, accomplishing the task of deluding ​​​​​​ the French society... The only question is when the time will come for our deep state monsters? 


 OBEY US!

But isn’t that what he is offering all those african and islamic imports? Of course there's nothing going on like this here, which is why no one's platforming on open borders and massive immigration to the US. Except that they are.

Who wins from that, whether in France, the UK, America or anywhere else in the West. The existing workforce? What little we have left of our culture? Or transnational elite politicians and their Big Rainbow corporate paymasters.


The French Protestors Are Just a Gang of Hippies. Yeah, Like These Soldiers.

Good question and here's another.  Do you think the PR/Marketeer geniuses behind call it a green tax and all the hippie lemmings will fall over themselves to pay it misjudged their pitch?

Just you wait 'til Britain's had enough, much less the US.

Cheers,

LSP

Friday, January 4, 2019

Climate Change Shoot



One of the weird things about the climate is that it changes, no matter how much tax you pay or don't pay our elite rulers. Take Texas. 

Texas famously doesn't pay the weather tax and it's been raining for the last two days, it's been cold too. Go figure, thwart the Illuminati at your peril, but what happened? It stopped raining. That meant shoot.




We loaded up the rig with shotguns and pistols and headed out to the range. Wrap up warm? No, don't bother, the climate's changed and now it's hot and sunny. Wear your Wellington boots though because the range isn't far off a swamp. 

Right out of the gate Junior LSP was smoking clays with a Mossberg 835 Ultimag 12. Good work, kid. I followed on and shot pathetically. Dismal fail. 




But congrats young 'un and congrats 12. I thought the Mossberg was broken and needed a new set of extractors but no, the old beast was right on the money. Word to the wise, clean your weapons.

Next up, CZ's handy Bobwhite SxS 20. Great little gun and we knocked the orange clay adversary out of the sky like screaming Focke Wulfs going down over the Oder. 45s followed, a Glock 21 and a Beretta PX4 Storm.




Here's the the thing. I bought the Beretta years ago when I was pretty much a novice at pistols, apart from a brief exeat with Her Majesty's finest Brownings, which were as rubbish as I was. We made a team, the pistols couldn't hit anything and neither could I.

Whatever and fast forward, I shot thousands of rounds through the jolly PX$ Storm and there it was. Then, thanks to White Wolf Mine Consultancy Plc. I invested in a Glock 21. Same caliber, better gun.




Don't get me wrong, the Beretta's fine, it works, and I like the ergonomics of the grip, but the Glock's better. 

It's simpler, with less parts. It sits lower in the hand. It's sights are better. It's more substantial. Its magazines carry 13 rounds compared to the Storm's lacklustre 9 or 10. The Storm seems lightweight and toylike in comparison, imo.




Whatever, both guns were right on and the kid shot like a champ, plates swinging away like fury. I was impressed.

Then it was time to head for home in the light of a setting Texan sun, mission accomplished. Had we paid our Illuminati rulers some kind of tax for the privilege? 




No, we had not. Had the climate changed? Yes it had. 

Love,

LSP

Rodeo




Just when you were wondering what to do on a rainy Thursday evening in the waterworld that is rural Texas, a kind friend came to the rescue with tickets to the RAM Texas Circuit Finals Rodeo in Waco. So off we went.




The Coliseum was pretty much empty, probably on account of everyone staying home to protect their flooded compounds from looters. But that didn't detract from the event, far from it. Bronc, roping, barrels, bull riding and more, big fun.




What's best? Hard to say but perhaps barrel riding comes out on top for me; it's great to watch the girls fly around the arena. Fast action, outstanding riding. Then again, saddle bronc's high adrenaline too, right out of the chute.




And what's wrong with bull riding? Nothing, unless you get kicked and gored by a ferocious bull. Most definitely a job for the young and insanely fearless. But it's all good.




Junior LSP, it was his first rodeo, had a blast, "Dad, now I want to go riding." I feel the same and maybe we'll do that tomorrow if dry land emerges from the waters of the flood.

Ride on,

LSP

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Diocese of Toronto Goes Full Rainbow



Just in case you thought it hadn't happened already, news is in that the Anglican Diocese of Toronto's gone full rainbow, with it's suffragan bishop marrying his partner, Mr. Mohan Sharma.

Assistant bishop Kevin Robertson married Mohan Sharma at a gay marriage ritual presided over by the Bishop Figure of Niagara Susan Bell, in a rainbow worship ceremony in St. James Cathedral.



The Diocese of Toronto congratulated the lucky couple while asking "who put the squirrel in the middle":


"The Diocese of Toronto congratulates Bishop Kevin Robertson and Mr. Mohan Sharma, who were married today at St. James Cathedral in the presence of their two children, their families and many friends, including Archbishop Colin Johnson and Bishop Andrew Asbil. We wish them much joy in their marriage."




Perhaps you think this is some kind of pathetic joke. You'd be right in thinking that. 

Over the rainbow,

LSP

Wash Out!



My youngest son, who's visiting from Canada, wanted to go for a shoot today and who can blame him. It sounded good to me too and the plan was to load up on clays, shotgun ammo, some .45 and head out into the wilderness for fun and adventure. Then it started to rain and didn't stop, it was like Wales, maybe Aberystwyth.




But the living room was dry, fortunately, and we looked out of its windows at the watery apocalypse. "Son, this isn't shooting weather." He agreed and I nodded grimly as the varied detritus of modern life flowed past the Compound, "That's an excellent point. Let's go to Karen's and get some food."




So we hydroplaned to Karen's Authentic Mexican Food in Itasca and bought a bag of bean and brisket burritos. Then we hydroplaned back and ate those bad boys like they were going out of fashion, which they're not because they're so tasty. Good work, Karen, you did it again.




The guns got a look-in too. Sure, maybe you don't want to shoot in the deluge but you can always clean the little blasters, which is what I did. Meanwhile, boy and dog amused themselves while the rain poured down.




They say, interestingly, that enough rain falls in Texas to keep the average house in water for a year. Of course this figure might be skewed by the population boom in the Lone Star Sate as people flee Illinois, California and associated workers' paradises for our sunny southern weather.




Gun rights,

LSP

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Happy New Year!


God bless,

LSP

New Years Eve Fish



Thanks to our old friend Climate Change, New Years Eve dawned pleasantly balmy and it seemed like a good idea to drive over to the dam and try our luck against the aquatic adversary. To be honest I wasn't expecting much, but nothing ventured, nothing gained. So off we went.




The pier was empty, the water murky and the mighty Brazos flowed east towards Waco. "Let's try the famous Texan worm rig, kid," I told junior LSP. And that's exactly what we did, casting off with small baitholders weighted with split shot.




Lo and behold, we were getting tugs on the line within minutes and before long up  came a Black Drum. Result. The young 'un took a little longer to get started  but soon he was on the drum like a yellow vest storming Bregancon. Well done!




Then the bite switched off as the Drum went downstream; similar, when you think about it, to the FISA drop. You could see the fish jumping just out of reach,  tantalizing as the prospect of Lyin' Comey & Co. in Gitmo.




Undaunted, resolute, we fished on and were rewarded by a couple of catfish. They were small but so what, a fish is a fish. Then it was time to head back to the  Compound. 

And I tell you, it was good to get out in the country air and even better to catch something when you weren't expecting to.

Let's hope this augurs well for MAGA 2019.

Tight lines,

LSP