Did you watch last night's presidential debate? If so, you may have noticed the Grim Creeper's uncanny resemblance to Urfa Man. It was the eyes, staring out at you like dark, soulless obsidian.
Never mind the insults, interruptions and outright deceit, look at the eyes set in a face of skin-stretched plastic surgery. The face is fake, the message is fake, a collection of media endorsed talking points, but the eyes are real, a window into the soul.
And what do they reveal? A void. A hollow candidate with nothing to say beyond worn out agitprop, Racist! Virus! Nazi! And all from what was once a man who used to boost segregationalist klansmen Senators. Back to Urfa Man. Trump's not fake, he is who is, good or ill.
Biden's something else again, unreal and inhuman, a career politician who's made millions from inside-the-beltway graft. Seriously, like a wicked game show host he's grown rich off the fat of the land.
And as with the obsidian-eyed statue, he has no soul, he's hollow, his essence has been sold to the highest bidder, and what looks out at you is an ersatz facsimile of what used to be human.
To put it another way, he's a demonstrably corrupt, lying, phony, evil career politician, who's made millions of dollars through plying his faked-up trade. He's at it still, in his wired 78 year old dotage.
I ask you, what shall it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his soul?
Stripers are predatory, voracious beasts and they love live shad. And that's what we were armed with as we headed into the waters of the dammed Brazos, Lake Whitney.
Fish
OK, that's all very poetic in a very minor key kind of way, (really? Ed.) but how do you catch the fierce Stripers, what's the method? First off, have a Guide who knows what he's doing.
Looks boring, isn't
We chose Pat because he's good at every level. Friendly and helpful as opposed to sneering because you're not a Guide and, most importantly, gets you on the fish.
Good Guide
Which is what happened, we got on the fish and then some, limiting out in about 45 minutes. Big Striper action, rod goes double once, twice, hookset! Then reel that monster in. Big fun.
Look at that Leviathan on the left!
That done, we headed back to the ramp, mission accomplished. And now there's fish in the freezer for the next few weeks or so. But seriously, if you want a good Striper Guide on Lake Whitney, go for Pat. He'll get you on the fish.
C'mon, Man, have you no pity? Good question but we have to ask why the Democrats aren't even pretending to campaign, much less running the most useless, pathetic, hollow, fake of a candidate in living memory.
Surely they don't know they'll lose and aren't hedging their bets on voter fraud or some kind of coup. Heaven forbid, and this raises a serious point.
Jacob Blake Dindu Nuthin
The Left hypocritically refused to accept the result of the last election and, on form, tell us they'll refuse to accept the result of this one if it goes against them. Don't concede under any circumstances, says Hillary to Joe.
Saint Breonna Dindu Nuthin
So much for liberty, representation and our constitutional republic. But they care nothing for that, they want power and want it badly, at any cost. Devil, literally, take the hindmost.
Angels we have heard on high Dindu Nuthin
Be prepared, when 45 becomes 46, for Democrat cities to burn themselves down. Natural selection? Quite. In the meanwhile, a black pimp is running law enforcement on the streets of Seattle. He's a Street Czar, no kiddin, and they're paying the pimp $150k a year. You couldn't make it up if you tried.
Big Pimpin Dindu Nuthin
In the meanwhile, our Marxist necromancer friends at Black Lives Matter have been paid millions of dollars, conservatively, by guilt ridden opportunists and we have to ask; how much of that not inconsiderable amount of cash has been used to help the life of even a single black person in our country's multiple, Democrat run slums?
Monkey Dindu Somethin
I'm not a betting man, but I'll wager the fighting monkey against six of your priestesses that the sum's not a penny.
Pop icon Taylor Swift may be the pretty face of rock 'n roll but she's also seig heiled by millions of adoring fans as a latter day Fuhrer. Is Taylor Swift literally Nazi? Here at the Compound we decided to fact check.
You may scoff and wag your heads saying "Lsp is a fool," and that's as maybe, but I do have a liking for Lee Enfield rifles. That's partly nostalgia, they were a part of my youth, and partly because they're cool, especially the early sporter Lee Speeds.
Safari sights, elegant wood, hand checkering, the redoubtable and smooth as silk Lee action all combine together to make a beautiful weapon at a fraction of the cost of an equivalent Mauser. And guess what, the rifle has that Edwardian awesomeness we all love. God save the Tzar King. Result.
That in mind, I put in a call to a pal, "Hey, you're kinda in the business. Can you find me a Lee Speed? It must work, not interested in a wall hanger." Which brings us back to art philosophy.
Guns are works of art, good or bad, the Lee Speed being good. But their potential, as such, is only realized in their use, fulfilling the end or Ï„Îλος for which they were designed. Parse that as you will.
OK, discussion of matter, potential and act over, I won't be shooting majestic Lions or furious Cape Buffalo with my Speed, more's the pity. But exercising ballistic Edwardiana against paper's no bad thing either, to say nothing of unexpected targets of opportunity.
Don't brake for Communists, readers, all two of you.
Have you listened to the genius of Yoko? She married John Lennon and broke up the Beatles. No, not the ISIS execution squad, but the lovable mop tops from Liverpool who helped define the way we live now. And what is this way, what's its hallmark?
Abortion at the point of birth, apparently that's OK. People losing their jobs for saying men aren't women because "not hate"? Tick. Sanctifying drug dealing, thug, rapist criminals in the name of civil rights? Rock on. Borders, to a country? How very, very Nazi.
One solutions provider put it well this morning. "LSP, when you get to the point of ripping babies out of the womb at nine months then there's no lid, no cover." Anything goes at that point, there's no longer a moral or ethical boundary beyond self-will.
Hell with the lid off? Let's see how far it goes before God decides to call it a wrap. In the meanwhile, check out Ono's #MillSoc musical talent. Then there's Markle, the People's Princess.
"Hey, LSP, can you help me out? I need to go to Fort Worth today for a procedure and need a driver." It was my EMU friend who's famous for driving a crew of motorcycle hippies out of his stock tank. "Sure, I'd be happy to help out."
Quite.
So off we went, all the way down I35W to Fort Worth's Southside. It's not too far from downtown and owned by the medical and hospitality industry. All kinds of hipster bars and eateries, which I toured while my friend was under. Did I stop in any? No. I did not.
Procedure over, we drove back to the country and my friend's barn, "Hey, LSP, have a look at these." Curious, I went through a doorway and there were these cars.
A '40(?) Ford Coupe, a '69 Chevy Camino SS, an '81 Corvette and another Ford Coupe, V8 and hotrod, immaculate. "Don't touch, LSP."
I was amazed and laughed. "Is that a good laugh or a bad laugh, LSP?" It was good, and would it be OK to take some photos? "Sure thing," so I did. Who knew, certainly not me, that here in this Texan barn was a collection of cars, like works of art.
But what was the reason behind the collection, apart from the sheer good of the things in themselves? Why these as opposed to others?
Simple answer. They were the cars of his youth, after he'd left the Forces and two tours in Vietnam. He loved them then and decided to collect them now. I'll leave you to parse this not insignificant art philosophy.
Hadn't spoken with the Private for a while and Mama LSP was a bit worried, "How's he doing?!?" sort of thing. Probably well, I assured her, suggesting no news is good news. And so perhaps it is; the kid's doing fine, taking courses and getting the most out of the Army so far. Well done. Fit to fight.
Other children take a different course, they want to stick it to the Man because they're revolutionaries and hope to bring about an Anarcho-Communist utopia. It's a beautiful vision, playing out right now in real time in Kentucky. But what's gonna happen when push comes to shove?
I'll cut to the chase. One section of one one platoon would sort out our Marxist friends in about as many seconds as it'd take to say the Biden crime family's corrupt as hell. And don't think for a moment that the rank and file aren't ready to move from safe to fire.
Or do. Give it a go and find out. Regardless, the kid's enjoying S. Korea and levelling up. Well done.
