Authorities Track Down Last White Man

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— the vibe formerly known as julian (@ech0astral) August 27, 2020

In the meanwhile, commies have set up an autonomous zone in Mayor Wheeler's condo. Well, even a broken clock can be right twice a day.

And note, the kid who shot three lowlife, criminal, thug, pedo, rapist, robbing goons has got 5 star legal representation. Good, he'll need it. Of course the left celebrates and idolizes the people he shot. But note, they're sanctifying violent felons. Same old, same old, see George Floyd, Michael Brown, Blake and all the rest.

realization

Kyle, by contrast, wasn't a criminal ghetto thug, just a patriotic kid trying to stand against the disorder of the nihilist Left trying to tear down Kenosha in particular and America in general. They attacked him, he fought back. He shot three of them, including the commie who stupidly brought a skateboard to a gunfight. 

Does Kyle deserve a medal? In my opinion, yes. Should he have been there in the first place? No, and I'm glad neither of my boys, about the same age, were up and in it. And that's just it. How dare Mayors and Governors allow this UTTER BS to continue and catch up our young people, to say nothing of everyone else, in an attempted vote-serving, electioneering racket.

take note commies

They, our elected civic leaders, disgust me. They have, at the risk of repetition, blood on their hands. Kyle, you get a total pass, young man. 

Prayers up for Lin and the legal team.

Crush the NWO Marxist serpent underheel,

LSP

Kent State 2.0

All of us have defining moments in life, momentous events that shape our vision of reality, for good or ill. For some, and for example, it was World War II, for others it was Vietnam or one of the wars that followed, and we're still fighting. For others again it was Woodstock and the civil rights movement.

Let's cut to the chase. Today's Left are trying to emulate and relive the antics of their forebears. They want another Kent State. They want the forces of law and order to shoot them so they can say abolish the law because it's against the law. Yes, Satan is incoherent, but here's the thing. 

There is no grassroots proletarian revolution, there hardly ever was. There is a movement of privileged, corporate sponsored radicals who, for whatever reason, wish to destroy everything. In other words, this uprising like its Marxist forerunners is nihilist astroturf, it cares nothing for working people.

In the meanwhile, our LE has shown superhuman restraint by not opening up and solving this nasty little gordian knot in the very few minutes it'd take. 

Can you imagine, punters, all those undercover feds "friends" suddenly not being so friendly. I know, bizarre. Good luck BLM/ANTIFA. 

Crush the NWO serpent underheel,

Your Friend,

LSP

Standard American?

Make of this what you will,

LSP

Vade Retro Satana

We're in a spiritual war, a combat between good and evil, light v. dark, God versus the Devil. So arm yourself for the fight but remember, you're facing demons. This is useful, from St. Benedict:

Crux sacra sit mihi lux 

Nunquam draco sit mihi dux 

Vade retro Satana 

Nunquam suade mihi vana 

Sunt mala quae libas. 

Ipse venena bibas.

Meaning (my translation):

The holy Cross shall be my light 

The dragon shall never lead me 

Get thee behind me Satan! 

Never tempt me to vanity 

You offer wickedness 

Drink your own poison.

Of course the Latin is better. Use it, a minor exorcism, but be prepared to draw fire down upon your position if and when you do. I don't say that lightly.

We fight against principalities and powers,

C S S M L - N D S M D,

LSP

Texas is Very Awesome

How can Texas be awesome when the very air itself threatens to ignite, like an air bomb? Surely this sounds more like the anteroom of Hell than anywhere good. 

Not so fast, team. Yes, it may be hot but there are benefits, such as frontier style bluffs and Patriot Barges. No one's defunding the police here because they're not stupid.

And fish. Lots of fish, even in the heat of a late August afternoon. I know this because, after visiting with the flock, I headed over to the marina for some action, and got it. 

A lot of perch, mostly small but pretty much every cast a fish, always good, and few large, ferocious, piranha style keepers, which I didn't keep. Again, wasn't in the mood to clean, beer batter and fry 'em up. Foolish, I know, tomorrow being Friday, but whatever. Next time.

Then, at the very end, something ferocious took the line. Tug! Hookset! drag out, well at least for a bit, and up came a random predator bass. Great result. Bass on, what a lot of fun. And while some say fishing's a kind of therapy for trauma, conscious or otherwise, it's also good in itself. Fast, sometimes furious aquatic action. I find this exciting, like hunting but on the water.

Mission accomplished, I headed back to the safety of the Compound and it began to rain. Yes, rain. Beautiful, and yet another reason to thank God for his glory and Texas for awesomeness.

Your Friend,

LSP

Hooterall Interlude

Rock on,

LSP

International Dog Day - Kenosha Boogaloo

It's National Dog Day, so here's Blue Boogaloo doing his thing.

Prowling

Begging

Enjoying his Dog Day scoff

Protecting the Mess

And being, well, a dog. He's been a good companion over the years since he took up residence on the porch in a bid for rescue. Speaking of which, why would anyone abandon their dog, much less a well disposed, affectionate, loyal Blue Heeler? Beats me.

In other news, Kenosha went roof last night as people decided to protect their businesses from Anarcho-Marxist cosplay revolutionaries. Of course the cosplay verdict swings both ways, though I'm in sympathy with the boy who shot the commie role players. 

Dam straight, rampage through town chimping out, burning, looting, setting up AK roadblocks like you're living the Durutti Column dream and guess what, people are gonna shoot back, go roof. I would, if I was rushed by some faked up "paramedic" with a Glock. 

To put it another way, it's all a larp till you wake up and your buddy's bicep's blown off, and you're facing murder charges. Tragedy all 'round, in my opinion.

And that's just it. To set the record straight, as if anyone cares what I think -- the real blame here, in Kenosha, Seattle, Portland, Chicago, Atlanta and on is with the people who let and encouraged the violence. That wouldn't be the police, it would be Democrat Mayors and Governors looking for votes, and it'd be the corporate sponsored Marxists who whipped it up.

Blood is on your hands. You evil demons. And be warned, do not push this any further. A lot of people aren't happy right about now, and guess what, we know how to shoot. Don't push it.

Your Pal,

LSP

Melania Addresses The Nation

America's popular and glamorous First Lady spoke to America tonight. Well done, Melania, for doing your not inconsiderable best to make America great again.

Do you remember her predecessor?

MAGA,

LSP

Get To The Point

The point? The point of what, so-called "LSP"? The point of the marina where I like to fish, and it may seem counter-intuitive to go fishing in the heat of a noonday Texan sun in August because, wisdom says, the fish have got heat stroke and aren't biting. That's right, they're lying low in the depths like some vast silent majority. But not today.

I got to the water only to see my usual spot at the cleaning station taken by a guide cleaning striper, so I drove down to the point looking for piscine adventure. Would there be fish, against all the heated Augustan odds? 

There were. Within seconds of setting up you could hear the crackle of ferocious young bass blitzing on shad and minnows. Quick, rig up! Get on it fella, and I went topwater with an oversized something or other, thinking "big lure = big fish." 

Sound logic but the trebles were too large for the voracious sandies, who swarmed the lure, snapping, thrashing and carrying on like the fierce beasts they are. Still, I closed the deal on a few and what a lot of fun, first time I'd fished topwater in a while. Twitch the fakey, rattling, floating, silvery plastic fish and then boom! down it goes. Great result.

Topwater blitz over, it was time to go to the cleaning station for some shady fishing in the furnacelike heat of the day. Would there be action? There was.

Black drum and untold blue gill hit my worms like they were going out of style and I lost count. Good sized fish too, which put up a lot of fight. Perhaps I should've kept a few but, to be honest, I wasn't in the mood to eat them and didn't want the hassle of filleting. So these fellas lived again to fight another day. Well done, fish.

So there you have it. Point being, try not to sit staring at your computer screen in slack-jawed consternation as Marxist Gibbsmedat goons rampage, loot and burn; get outside instead, even if it is 100* in the shade.

Tight lines,

LSP

Magic Train

Just coz,

LSP

Rev Mr. Black

Yes, we do requests. Thanks, WSF.

LSP

Just Some Lees

Back in the olden days, Great Britain had a firearms industry and produced the redoubtable Lee Enfield. I used to train on them when I was a kid, from about the age of 12 up, and shot alright, "marksman" and all of that.

 1917 my friend

Of course you can't buy them in the UK now because they're far too dangerous, but you can in Texas and I did, some 10 years ago, a No. 4 Mk. 1 from the Gold Nugget pawn. I think it cost around $200 and I've had a lot of fun shooting it, in a nostalgic kind of way. It seems a heavy beast now, though I didn't notice all those years ago.

 note Chesterton's St. Francis, which is awesome

But a #4 wasn't enough, apparently. Suburban Bushwacker persuaded me to go out and get a "project Lee," idea being to turn it into... something. So I did, a 1917 BSA SMLE for 100 bucks at Ray's in Dallas. The metal was painted black, probably due to a parade square refit in the 1950s, the forestock had been chopped, badly, but the serials matched and the bore was bright. So I got the gun.

history in the stamps

Some months later I'd stripped and reblued the metal, along with its cacophany of stampings, neat history if you want to go down the Lee rabbit hole, and replaced the forestock while keeping the butt. Why? Because I liked the Edwardian aesthetics; elegant, though not helpful with optics because the buttstock's too low to achieve cheek weld with a scope. Wasn't designed for it, you see.

Speaking of which, after inletting the receiver/barrel I spent a vast amount of time shaping and polishing the wood (Boyd's walnut -- cheap, semi inlet). No kidding, if you decide to do this be prepared to be patient. It's perhaps worth it because you can create a thing of beauty, a good in itself. But remember, people charge a lot of money for a good wood finish for a very good reason.

Regardless, the rifle's done well enough despite it's, ahem, makeshift scope mount and's shot a bobcat, an auodad(!) and various varmints. No pigs though, annoyingly. I look at it and reflect; over a hundred years old and still going strong, maybe stronger even than it ever was.

 typical trigger scene

Well, you can't have too much of a good thing, so I went out and bought another Lee, an old sporterized #4, with a view to turning it into a scout rifle, Cooper style. And hey, it's got the components, 10 round magazine, bolt action, BUIS, tried and true rugged, etc. 

Have I done anything with it? No, I haven't, shamefacedly. But when I do... it'll be along the lines of shortening the barrel, a new front site, a forward mounted optic and new wood, obviously. I say wood instead of plastic because this is a Lee.

look, put the safety on, so-called "LSP"

And Lees are all about wood and steel.

Shoot straight,

LSP