Tear It Down!

Who knew that June 2020 would bring a Maoist Cultural Revolution to the US, as in some kind of holographic Tet. 

Well it has, statues are toppling, cities are burning(ish) and everywhere you look it's we hate America and the West, burn it down! And replace it with what? Marixism, obviously.

That in mind, I've preached on today's leftist spasm for the last two Sundays. "If it's a statue of General Lee, George Washington and Christopher Columbus today, who's it going to be tomorrow? Watch my tracer and mark my words, they're coming for the Church. They hate us." And so they are and do.

Shaun is a Risible Mountebank White Blacktivist

A statue of St. Serra was pulled down in San Francisco the other day, his crime? Being a white oppressor. How dare he convert and love Indians. And today we've got Shaun King calling for the destruction of colonialist images of Christ and his virgin Mother. Smash it up, Shaun, you blackface mountebank.

Leaving aside the peculiarity of Shaun, who's white but pretends to be black, how are we going to react, how's white America going to react at being slandered, defaced, reviled, ridiculed and mocked by a gang of Marxists masquerading as a civil rights movement?

Teddy Roosevelt Was Awesome

Not too well, and maybe the Left will create, discover and meet the enemy that so far exists in their imagination. When that happens, and odds on it will, they won't like the beast they've made. Nor, for that matter, will the 13% of the population who commit 55% of all crime and 85% of all violent crime.

We know who they are because it's obvious. Hint, they're not White Extremists. Patience, my friends, is wearing thin.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Father's Day

This year's Father's Day was good because both my sons are OK. One's fixing to ship to South Korea, as opposed to somewhere else, and the other's passed his tests and's working at a friend's construction company. Good boys. Well done.

To celebrate the awesomeness of this, I grilled up some chicken and sausage. Surf 'n Turf without the surf, sort of thing (No, nothing like surf 'n turf... Ed.) And yes, a sharp Kukri's always helpful. Thanks, LL.

And there it is. Pull down a statue of a Founding Patriarchal Oppressor Father or fall on your scoff, like a warrior.

#MAGA2020

Best,

LSP

Rebranding

So good to see Uncle Ben's rebranded! Yet another win for justice.

What difference does it make? Lots.

Never forget,

LSP

Friday Fish

Sure, you can be a miserable Marxist Determinist, go right ahead and choose to leave your free-will behind. Or, on the other hand, you can make like a free agent and go fishing on the mighty Brazos. I chose that path.

It was a little slow at first, but that was alright. Patience, LSP, wait for the bite to switch on and enjoy the big birds casting fierce eyes for targets of opportunity. The one above swooped down on a perch I'd hooked, a first for me. Hey, my fish!

Then things started to roll and it was pretty much a fish with every cast, big Bluegill, decent Drum, and a scad of ferocious junior Striper. Back they went to fight again another day. Big fun, I tell you, and a welcome change from watching fauxtrage commies pull down statues.

I mean really, pulling down statues of Christopher Columbus, George Washington, Jefferson and General Lee is going to transform America into a genderless rainbow no-police utopia, and get Biden elected? Really? No, of course not, it's just a dropped-on-head-as-infant Marxist spasm.

Pseudo-Tet aside, I cut out while the catch was good and headed for home, the big Texan sky reflecting off the water of the river. And there it was, good action met tranquility.

Tight lines,

LSP

Social Justice!

This simple mind blog's all about social justice, which is why we support Scouse Lives Matter. But you might want to think twice before, ahem, "taking the knee."

#SLM

LSP

Moonscape

Thanks for the photo, LL. Advance to contact?

Your Pal,

LSP

Lawyers Guns And Money

All I've been doing since Sunday is talking to lawyers and bankers. Why? Because a couple of local libs figured they could take a lot of cash out of one of our frozen bank accounts. You know, just take it, and then what, hole up on the Brazos, like no one would notice?

Their malfeasance, literal skulduggery and mutiny is back under control and calm, and cash, is back where it should be.

Libs, don't even think of trying it on again. 

Your Buddy,

LSP

You Fool No One

Quite.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Little Criminals

Old, but gold. Then there's CHOP.

Your Best Pal,

LSP

You Vicious Little Marxist!

Lynyrd Skynrd and Sweet Home Alabama were too much for the Compound's progleft laptop, one fatal step too far. Enraged, the machine mutinied on Saturday night, taking a BLM knee and going full Black Screen.

Commies Run From Cold Steel

So what to do? Take a knee in sympathy with the upstart radical nihilist, side with the revolutionary, tin-pot Maoist and bring the electronic life of the Compound back to some kind of Year Zero? No. Surrendering to its brazen sedition wasn't an option. 

Two paths to victory over the mutineer. Viz. Take the Black Screen syndicalist out to the range and shoot it. Tempting. Or, on the other hand, root out its aggressively dysfunctional thought leader and replace it with something that worked. After running a swift cost/benefit analysis  I chose the latter option.

But You Can Always Stab it With The Spyderco

In this case, a 500 GB WD SSD. Off came the back of the fractious box, out went the corrupt MQ01ABD100 Marxist and in went a sane alternative. Boom. Autonomous zone over. 

Vicious Little Maoist Removed From Power

New SSD in place, the machine booted off a flash drive and MicroRubbish Windows 10 installed seamlessly, rebellion over. Sorry, Mau-Mau, you lost this battle and lost hard.

Order Restored

There it was, a working, productive, functional machine standing proudly for God, flag, compound and country. No more knee-bending insurrection, no more Black Screen. That was over, and by way of bonus, the commie not-so-hard-drive can always be taken out in the field and shot. Result.

Draw the moral as you will,

LSP

Sweet Home

I like the way the band sticks it to "Old Shaky," but that's just me. Rumor has it things are getting nasty in Atlanta, and bikers are heading North.

Bring it on,

LSP

War Memorials

Inspired by patriots on both sides of the Atlantic, I drove to the town square to protect our War Memorials from rampaging gangs of Maoists, hippies and savages chancing it out of Austin. Here's what happened.

There weren't any "protesters" in the Brookshire's car park, curiously.

No Anarcho-Marxist cadres behind the library either. Like, what gives?!?

The infamous Bond Alley wasn't a heaving mass of revolutionary Communists out to smash the system. Not even an ACAB. Huh.

And there weren't any autonomous zone armed guards at the Farmers Market, but it's a small market after all. Maybe there'd be some action around the corner, at the big War Memorial. 

Nothing, nada, zilch. Not a spray can, molotov cocktail, dreadlock or tofu burger in sight. Huh, strange. They're probably at the other corner of the courthouse, attacking the Confederate Soldier, I thought grimly to myself.

They weren't. The statue stood tall, a tribute to the men of this town who lost their lives in that hideous war. I paused and said a short prayer. Rest in peace.

One last stop, the library. Wow, its brazen statue to patriarchal oppression still stood. Far out. And that was that. 

It seems, my friends, that the heritage of this small farming community remains intact. Good, let's keep it that way.

Deo Vindice,

LSP