Tuesday, August 31, 2021

Rest in Peace

 



Dallas' Veterans Cemetery is on the far west edge of town, past the Cockrell Hill ghetto zone and getting on to the strange no man's land of the mid-cities connurb. There it is, overlooking what was once a grand prairie, and I pulled up into "Lane 1" to celebrate my friend's funeral.

You've met him, here, as Veteran Crew Chief (VCC). He was a quiet and private man, never loud or boastful, and while he didn't suffer fools gladly he did a lot of good, helping people out quietly, not least his fellow veterans, comrades.

It's a curious thing, "giving the message" to a group of tough people who have done tough things, all under the heat of a Texan sky. What can you do but tell the truth, with a view to consolation, hope, and strength. "My enduring memory of R is this. He approached the Altar with great reverence and humility. I tell you, it humbled me, as a priest."

RS loved the Lord. Rest in peace and rise in glory.

God bless,

LSP

Monday, August 30, 2021

You Killers

 


Our currency is worthless. The coin of the people who run our country is debased to the point of meaninglessness. Witness people being hung off of Blackhawks  over Kandahar; American allies meet psychopaths in suits. But let's be clear.

Turning the Taliban into one of the world's better equipped armies was deliberate. Who made that call? There is blood on your hands.

You Killers,

LSP


Sunday, August 29, 2021

WOLF


That is all. And yes, MONGOL ROCK is key.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Return to the Hood

 


After Mass and a beautiful moment on the porch watching sky water, you might call it "rain," fall from the heavens, it was time to brave I35 and take the Specialist back to Fort Hood.  It's not a bad drive, despite nightmarish roadworks in Waco, and before you know it there you are at the home of III Corps, Phantom Warriors.

As we drove down Tank Destroyer Boulevard, I growled "Phantom!" and he told me they'd had to practice exactly that cadence(?) to welcome a visiting general. Call it out soldiers, "PHANTOM, PHANTOM, PHANTOM!" Which they did when the inspiring pencil neck war leader arrived.




"How," asked the once and maybe future Cadet, "does an armored corps count as 'phantom'?" I held my tongue and didn't say "magicke, son." And then we were at 11 Signal Brigade HQ and the boy's incredibly pleasant looking barracks. Of course he feels most hard done by because he has to share a room, with a kitchen, no less.

I resisted the heady urge to say "height of luxury, m'boy!" and instead took a few photos of Brigade HQ. There it was, the Thunderbird Headquarters, and I was impressed. Quite a set up. His unit, 57th Expeditionary Signals Battalion (ESB) is fairly new, conceived of in the 1920s and activated in WWII, where it fought in seven campaigns, not least Anzio and D-Day.




57th ESB didn't see action again until Gulf War I, II and Afghanistan, where it served well, being awarded two Meritorious Unit Commendations as of 2019 with B Company, my son's, having an additional award. He wants to stay in B Company. He's also finished the paperwork to start a degree in Computer Science in October, which is most important.

Well done young man, keep it up.

Phantom,

LSP

Saturday, August 28, 2021

Kakistocracy

 


Thanks, LL, for the infographic.

That is all,

LSP

A Short Sermon

 



 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. (Eph. 6:12)


My eldest's back in town on a weekend pass from the rigors of III Corps signals, which means we're grilling. What a great result, just hamburgers, nice and easy. Blue wishes he had a burger too, but he doesn't. He's done nothing to deserve such a thing, much less pay for it. Then again, he is a dog and a socialist.




And tomorrow we consider, in the Epistle, the armor of God, truth, righteousness, salvation, peace and faith. What are these but the qualities of Christ himself? In urging us to arm up, the Apostle is saying "put on Christ." Therein lies invincible protection against all the "fiery darts of the enemy."




Strong in this divine armament, take up the sword of the spirit, the fiery love of the Word of God and advance to contact, steadfast, sure, firm, resolute in the victory which is Christ's.

Sermon over. As you were,

LSP

Friday, August 27, 2021

Never Trust A Hippy


Some call hippies sly, duplicitous, and untrustworthy.




I rest my case.

Cheers,

LSP


You're Fired Traitor


This Lt. Colonel has just been fired for daring to criticize our elite socialist NWO rulers' handling of the Afghanistan  withdrawal. What a racist traitor. Zero comments on the SNLR (Services No Longer Required) thought criminal:


Following the horrific deaths of 13 American soldiers and over 160 Afghans during yesterday's suicide attack on Kabul airport, Scheller shredded the "ineptitude" of the military's top leadership, even questioning whether the entirety of the botched withdrawal and evacuation effort means Americans have "died in vain" over the course of the whole two-decade long war. 

 

How dare he. What. A. Traitor. Expect a bill for the bullet.

LSP

Thursday, August 26, 2021

August Von Mackensen


There's a lot of talk in the blogs about cavalry right now, so it seems right to highlight Field Marshal August Von Mackensen, 1849-1945, a man who spanned a century of remarkable change, from horse to its mechanized equivalent.

Mackensen was an Hussar, Leib-Husaren-Regiment Nr. 2, and fought against the French in the Franco-Prussian war, gaining a commission. Marrying well, Mackensen was promoted to the General Staff; Von Moltke, of all people, found him "a lovable character." Very different to other staff officers, such as general Milley.




He became adjutant to the Kaiser, the first commoner to hold such rank, and was duly ennobled in 1899. He served with distinction in WWI, commanding the 9th Army and later, Army Group Mackensen. He was awarded the Pour Le Merite for successful actions. Hans von Seeckt, his Chief of Staff, described him as a "hands-on commander with the instincts of a hunter." Unlike, say, General Milley.

Mackensen was promoted to Field Marshal in 1915, and awarded Oak Leaves to his Pour Le Merite. From there he served in the Balkans, against Serbia and Romania, commanding Heeresgruppe Mackensen. On "6 December 1916, on his 67th birthday, he rode in on a white horse and moved into the Romanian royal palace." Quite unlike US generals, such as Milley.


Mountebank Goon

A remarkable man, by any standard, unlike general Milley. But question, why did Mackensen have less medals than our brilliant war commander General Milley, did he win fewer battles?

Ride On,

LSP

Harvard's New Boss Chaplain

 


Harvard, popularly known as the Kremlin on the Charles is living up to its reputation as Satan's Vatican by hiring an atheist as its new boss chaplain. That's right, an atheist, Gregory Epstein will be in charge of spiritual care at the prestigious Ivy League school, named after a protestant minister. 

Greg's an apostate Jew and while he doesn't believe in a higher power, he's all about being "good."

“There is a rising group of people who no longer identify with any religious tradition but still experience a real need for conversation and support around what it means to be a good human and live an ethical life,” said Epstein to the New York Times, “We don’t look to a god for answers. We are each other’s answers.”


Typical Harvard Chapel Scene

We are each other's answers. "Eat of the fruit," says the Serpent to Eve, "and be as gods." Good call, but do you really want a god that looks like you? That aside, here's CS Lewis:

"There are two equal and opposite errors into which our race can fall about the devils. One is to disbelieve in their existence. The other is to believe, and to feel an excessive and unhealthy interest in them. They themselves are equally pleased by both errors and hail a materialist or a magician with the same delight." 




At what point does materialist and magician coalesce into the same thing? With that in mind, Harvard, it's all a larf until you wake up and the wicker's on fire.

Cheers,

LSP

What A Day

 



What a day it's been, and not in a good way. In fact, it was the deadliest day in Afghanistan for the US military since 2011(?), with at least 13 servicemen killed in suicide bombings at Kabul's international airport, to say nothing of civilian men, women and children. ISIS claimed responsibility for the attacks.

But that's not all. US officials in Kabul have apparently given the Taliban a list of Americans and Afghan allies, entrusting the Jihadis with their safe passage to the airport. "Basically, they've just put all those Afghans on a kill list," stated one defense official,  “It’s just appalling and shocking and makes you feel unclean.” 


Slack-Jawed

And where was the Commander-in-Chief as suicide bombers ripped into US troops and civilians? Nowhere to be seen, silent, hiding, not saying a word until his handlers trundled him out for a presser in which he blamed... Trump for the disaster.

In the meanwhile, US soldiers are destroying ammunition at their base in Kabul's airport and the Taliban has allegedly promised the Biden administration that any flights departing the airport after August 31 will be "blown out of the sky."


Unclean

Could this get any worse? Yes indeed it could. Don't say Dien Bien Phu, do pray for the repose of the souls who lost their lives today.



Dear God, if my jaw hits the ground one more time it's going to break.

Aghast,

LSP

Wednesday, August 25, 2021

Hail Our Rulers! Warning Graphic

 


Look, peasants, while two of our millionaire socialist ruling elite stroll down the beach in the toney Hamptons. Do you see them, Hillary and Bill, walking onna beach? Here, let's zoom in.




Do you sense the obese corruption? Has the sheer weight of all those suicides started to tell on the body of twice failed presidential candidate Hillary? Then again, maybe the blood of US citizens and allies betrayed in yet again another failed adventure in US forpol is starting to weigh on the woman who once wooed Yoko.




Imagine, but try not to throw up in your mouth.

Cheers,

LSP