Ice blew like shrapnel against the ancient timbers of the Compound, whipped up and blown in by a fierce Northern wind. Hurtful metaphors of the War aside, this wasn't a dream, no, it was a winter storm, an Ice Age Eschaton right here in North Central Texas.
No kidding. The new day dawned and off I went into the icy void, and it was a void. You could stand in the street, fire a canon and hit no one. They were all "sheltering in place" like Justine Trudeau. Not me. No, I went out for a short walk in the ice particle storm.
The Meth shack was was empty and frozen, the Pick 'n Steal? Closed. Go figure, but Alanon was open, right there in the center of town. "What's that, a refill and a pack of Marlboro Lights?" Right on, then back into the bracing wind.
I texted a pal in the Old Country, "Look, ESCHATON." He replied, "PALE HORSE."
Stay warm and safe,
LSP
You may have missed it but today's Candlemas, the beautiful feast of the church year in which the Old Testament is fulfilled in terms of the New and Christ, the living temple, enters into His earthly facsimile. It is, when you think on it, a bridge to Easter.
Here's Newman:
The Angel-lights of Christmas morn,
Which shot across the sky,
Away they pass at Candlemas,
They sparkle and they die.
Comfort of earth is brief at best,
Although it be divine;
Like funeral lights for Christmas gone,
Old Simeon's tapers shine.
And then for eight long weeks and more
We wait in twilight grey,
Till the high candle sheds a beam
On Holy Saturday.
We wait along the penance-tide
Of solemn fast and prayer;
While song is hush'd, and lights grow dim
In the sin-laden air.
And while the sword in Mary's soul
Is driven home, we hide
In our own hearts, and count the wounds
Of passion and of pride.
And still, though Candlemas be spent
And Alleluias o'er,
Mary is music in our need,
And Jesus light in store.
Bless you all.
— (AD) Deo Non Fortuna (@_labour_first) January 31, 2022
Now look here, violent racists, you better stop dancing because you're a hate-filled, violent, fringe minority of Nazis. But the truckers and their fascist friends keep dancing. What?
In the meanwhile, Canada's sniveling fag multi-talented actress remains in hiding, in a secret location on Lake Harrington, not too far from Ottawa's dance party. Don't be shy, Justine, join in, just like you did for corp sponsored BLM and Pride.
It'd be a shame if truckers somehow found a way to blockade Trudeau's secret prime ministerial mansion, don't you think?
10/4,
LSP
He's happy, I'm happy, the Army's happy because a Specialist's done well and passed a Soldier of The Month board, which opens up NCO school and makes his leaders look good, so they're happy too. So what next?
A new regiment, obviously, to guard our southern border, the President's Own, made up of lancers, auxiliary Mexicans, a "melee" and associated hard chargers. Hon. Col.? Melania. She inspires the troops, and all of us. Unlike, say, Dr. Jill or the Field Hand.
In other news, Miss Trudeau's fled Canada to a secret location because a fringe minority of truckers have taken over zhir main city, Ottawa. Oops, time to go, Justine. You can imagine the transgendered gnashing of teeth in Toronto.
And what's with Toronto anyway? They think their city's so cosmopolitan and European but it's just this place in Canada, which has to be fed... by truckers.
Arduus Ad Solem,
LSP
Far-sighted readers of this kebab stand on the information superhighway influential mind blog will remember that Team LSP did the polling, crunched the numbers and came up with a disturbing result. Yes, super talented, big yellow taxi, millionaire celebrity socialist Joni Mitchell is, in fact, a Devil Witch.
Here, let's follow the science.
Whoa. The polling data's pretty damning, what a Devil Witch. And think, it all started so innocently, in Laurel Canyon, with our old friends, Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. There they were, stardust, golden, but not now, oh no. Too busy shilling for the Man, Big Pharma, and that sweet, sweet ca$h.
That in mind, you can see how 2013's poll data's on an exponential curve to devilry upside and Joni doesn't disappoint. She's leaving Spotify to join her old partner in crime, Neil Young, aka Idiot. Get the vax, serfs, the Devil Witch tells us, or you won't be able to listen to my awesome music, you'll have to hear Joe Rogan instead.
Oh dear, what a tragedy, and what can we say? With Wild, "Hey, hey, lost my Spotify." In 2019 there were over 100 million people on Spotify. Now they're missing out on Neil and Joni.
Oh well,
LSP
Just roving the streets of this bucolic Texan haven and thanking God that he's called me to here. Just think of all the metrosprawl alternatives. OK, for many that's fine, and I don't judge, but I'd rather be in the country and I have to say, I miss Oxford and London. (What? Ed.)
In the meanwhile it's a fish fry here at the Compound and all the more awesome for catching it yourself. Striper. Ferocious beasts they were too.
In other news, check out sartori in Norwich, yes, it's a thing, and buy bullets. You never know, they might prove kinetically useful or, if not, you can always swap them for food.
Your helpful and practical Friend,
LSP
