Shattered

 

What! I looked at the phone and it looked at me, broken and shattered like a mute parable of the state of our nation. Seriously, what isn't broken right about now. Our governance, borders, elections, finance, and all that it is to come together as a country; who we are as a nation?

Shattered glass aside, I went into the T Mobile shop to get a fix for the phone I'd foolishly dropped the night before, "I need a new phone, this one's glass is shattered like the state of Union itself."

Bonnie Blue

Of course they could have got right on it but here's the thing, I was invisible to their system, off grid. No kidding, no IMEI, no social, no name, no nothing, the manager wasn't even allowed, by the system, to access my account. "What do you actually do?" he asked, "That," I replied, "is a very good question."

We looked at each other in a moment of understanding. "Look, man, all I want to do is sell you a phone, at the right price." I thought for a moment, "Yes, that's what I want too, we think as one." And we did.

Sure, it took a while, but in that time we talked of late antiquity, the ruins of Rome in the 6th century, Detroit, architecture as a reflection of the soul of a nation and how we're sadly wanting in that regard, and so much more besides.

Probyn

As time went interminably call-center on I amused myself by marching about the store and saluting, Brit style, various icons, images of phones. "Eyes Left!" Quite the drill movement, to say nothing of about turn on the march and let me tell you, all were impressed. As in open order, right dress! Ahem.

Militarist gymnastics over I checked out with a brand new nicely discounted phone, and learned that the manager of the shop's cousin(?) was a Captain and that his store associate had just left Ft. Hood after 4 years of service. 

She told me, "I cried when I left." She loved Ft. Hood and the Army and has serious disabilities to contend with. "I will pray for you," I offered, and meant it wholeheartedly. 

What a good store. I love these people and wish them well. By the left.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Who Is the Worst US General Ever?

 

Evil Old Fraud

Who's the worst general ever, maybe it's this bemedalled old fraud.

Wicked Old Diversity Fraud

Then there's diversity genius.

What awesome, war-winning commanders we have. Can you imagine how they inspire the troops? They love their leaders, yes, they're prepared to die for them, lay down their lives for their ideal. 

Perhaps they think the troops are stupid,

LSP

The Light Shines

 

We live in a barrage of lies, perhaps as never before. All the more reason to attend to the truth. Here it is, St. John's Prologue, which is said correctly at the end of Mass. Don't forget the genuflexion at the Incarnatus:

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

The same was in the beginning with God.

All things were made by Him, and without Him was made nothing that was made:

in Him was life, and the life was the Light of men;

and the Light shineth in darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.

There was a man sent from God, whose name was John.

This man came for a witness, to give testimony of the Light,

that all men might believe through him.

He was not the Light, but was to give testimony of the Light.

That was the true Light, which enlighteneth every man that cometh into this world.

He was in the world, and the world was made by Him,

and the world knew Him not.

He came unto His own, and His own received Him not.

But as many as received Him, He gave them power to be made the sons of God,

to them that believe in His Name,

who are born not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man,

but of God.

AND THE WORD WAS MADE FLESH,

and dwelt among us:

and we saw His glory, the glory as it were of the Only begotten of the Father,

full of grace and truth.

The Light shineth in darkness. And there it is. Go against this at the peril of your immortal soul. And the reverse, of course, is true.

LSP

TEXAS FREE STATE

 

That is all,

LSP

THIS IS UTTERLY INSANE

 

We're in the midst of a killer pandemic of historic proportions, so our beneficent elite overlords have to take drastic measures to keep us safe. Which is why they're firing nurses and staff at hospitals, you can read all about it at Old NFO.

Think about that, if only for a moment because the math isn't hard, and then run the other side of the equation. Congress and its staff, the Postal Service and illegal immigrants are exempt from the vax. 

They don't have to get it to function as Federal employees or enter the country, unlike everyone else, say, soldiers. Add this all together, to say nothing of minor fractions like Pharma's liability waiver, and eureka, the equation's solved. What an utter clownshow.

We've been and are being fed a pack of lies to make a gang of mendacious crooks, mountebanks and grifters get even richer than they already were. The cost to you, the serf? Loss of liberty, life and the pursuit of happiness, as in "don't you even think of taking your kids to an ice rink in Ontario without your vax papers, criminal."

Or worshiping God or going to a restaurant or flying a fighter jet or leaving the country or, if DiFi gets her way, leaving your state. You get the drift and I'll cut to the chase.

This whole thing is totally, bizarrely insane. Why, in the name of science, are we firing healthcare workers in a pandemic? Perhaps because there isn't one, only an evil shell game ponzi riding high on a sea of lies fostered by the criminals' infernal father, Satan. 

I'll leave it right there.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Spooky

 

Nothing sinister or spooky about anything at all, right about now, but mind how you go.

Your Pal,

LSP

Michaelmas

 

It's the great Feast of the Archangel today and we surely need his protection right about now. Here's a small sample, via Zero:

Evergrande’s going down.  And it’s taking the life savings of countless good people down with it.

But while Evergrande’s going down.  Food prices are going up.  Moreover, they’re going up a lot.

According to the United Nations Food and Agriculture Organization (FAO), global food prices were up nearly 33 percent year over year in August.  Vegetable oil, grains, and meat all cost more.  Unfortunately, rising food prices – and empty stomachs – often presage social chaos and revolution.

If you recall, a decade ago food inflation triggered the Arab Spring uprisings across the Middle East and North Africa.  And food shortages were commonplace in Communist Romania in the 1980s.  That was before the country’s dictator Nicolae Ceausescu was overthrown, tried by a kangaroo court, lined up against a wall, and executed by firing squad on Christmas Day in 1989.

Rare is the revolution ignited by a populace with a full stomach.  Historically, surges against an oppressive regime are sparked by a steep and extended rise in food prices.

 

 Rare is the revolution ignited by a populace with a full stomach. Take note, elite puppet stooge rulers of the NWO. You have been weighed in the balance and found wanting.

Sermon over, as you were,

LSP

Tulsa Queen

I think this awesome, you may not. Your call, no rule, and all hail Emmylou,

LSP

Quis ut Deus

 

Here, on the eve of Michaelmas, we present this:

Now war arose in heaven, Michael and his angels fighting against the dragon. And the dragon and his angels fought back, but he was defeated, and there was no longer any place for them in heaven. And the great dragon was thrown down, that ancient serpent, who is called the devil and Satan, the deceiver of the whole world—he was thrown down to the earth, and his angels were thrown down with him. (Revelation 12:7-9)

 

At that time shall arise Michael, the great prince who has charge of your people. And there shall be a time of trouble, such as never has been since there was a nation till that time. But at that time your people shall be delivered, everyone whose name shall be found written in the book. (Daniel 12:1)

 

Yes, there is war in heaven and tomorrow's the Feast of the Archangel. Pray:

Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil; May God rebuke him, we humbly pray; And do thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all evil spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls. Amen.

 

Word to the wise. Do not, I say again, do not go against the implacable will of the angels. It won't work out well for you, just try it and see. 

Your Pal,

LSP

Weird As Hell

 

Don't say eyes wide shut, just remember it's all a larf 'til you wake up and realize a demon's gnawing on your inner thigh. 

No further comment except, "Note gaping pie hole." I'd say that was rather polite, let the reader understand, and thanks, M, for the infographic.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Get Out And Fish

 

It's not much fun getting up in the dark at a ridiculously early hour but you know it's worth it as you power across the lake in Pat's skiff, followed by a fiery Texan sunrise.

We were looking for striper and sure enough, Pat knows where to find them. He's just a great guide, friendly, helpful and most importantly he gets you on the fish, usually with live shad. But today it was all about 6" Cotton Cordell pencil poppers and big silver spoons.

Old LSP with a fish

First off, topwater poppers and brisk action as the ferocious predators exploded onto our lures like Red Guards on a gang of recidivist Mensheviks. Or something like that. But look, and I know you're all experts, in the adrenaline rush excitement of the strike, do not try a premature hookset. 

Don't do it, no, let the fish take the lure down into the depths and if he doesn't, leave it be, chances are the enraged bass will come back again and again in its misguided fury. And you'll get your fish.

A few big fellas

Next up, silver spoons, which are a workout. Drop the spoon into the water, let it hit bottom, then "whippit up, and let it flutter down. They'll tear into that thing." And so they did, but not so much for me. Still, I wasn't complaining, the topwater had been outstanding.

Then back to the boat ramp, where Pat cleaned the fish in a fraction of the time I could've done and that was that, back to the Compound where fish awaits. My plan is this. Salt and pepper a fillet or two, pan fry in olive oil on medium high heat, serve with some kind of vegetable or two and fall on that scoff like a warrior.

What a good morning! Thanks, S.O. for the fun, and Pat for being a great guide.

Fish On,

LSP

The Plan

 

Typical Cadets

The kid has a plan, and it's this. Complete two years of a remote/online computer science degree and then go "green to gold" for the final two years at Texas A&M's ROTC, the Corps of Cadets. Then, riding boots burnished to a reflective glow, get a commission and go from there.

Good plan, eh? And  it starts this week as classes commence. So let's see if the onetime cadet will become the genuine article, a real Cadet. But first things first. Our conversation went like this as we were about to take the Bernie Beck gate exit to the home of III Corps.

Swords Are Key 

"Let's get you fixed up for a vehicle." He paused and went lateral, "One private bought an old fire truck." I slowed down as the old rig made it's way to the Great Place, "What?" Quick as a flash the boy replied, "A firetruck. The CO got mad and made him get rid of it." 

What a wasted opportunity, I thought to myself, and then out loud. "That's pretty shortsighted. I'd have made him give it to Brigade and made it the THUNDERBIRDS truck. You know, paint up the Thunderbirds logo and drive around base playing the brigade song. From speakers, loud, very loud. It'd boost morale. You do have a brigade song, right?"

The once and maybe future Cadet pondered this and promised to find the rousing song, "There has to be one, dad." And surely there is.

In other news, our new Afghan friends are sexually attacking US servicewomen at various bases around the country. How totally unpredictable. Good work, Team Biden.

Cheers,

LSP