Here We Go Now

Make of this what you will.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

 

Night On The Town

 

Back in the day I'd think nothing of hopping in the stick shift Ranger and getting on the road to Dallas for some late night fun or even early night fun, whatever. These days? Not so much. Then GWB called, "I'm in town on Thursday, let's hang out."

runway

I thought about this for maybe a second, "Where?" And before you could say the Ukraine's a Biden family printing press got a reply, "Javiers." Wow, Javiers, Dallas institution, dodge the Lamborghinis if you can. "Sure thing, let's RV at 1800."

loud as you like and then some

And so we did, for bar fun followed by carnitas followed by wine in the smoking room, yes they have one. I tell you, the sheer noise of Dallas exuberance wasn't far off a sound system going full tilt. Fun, if loud. And you have to wonder how many of these boys bellowing beneath the trophies are actual hunters.

Lambo

We asked one, "So what are you doing to celebrate Pride month? Hangn' out a flag or what?" Polling, you see. Quick as a flash our boy came back, "Uh, nothing. Don't hold with that." Nor did we, "Hold for dove?" Yes indeed and dam straight, by the 1000, in Argentina no less. "I understand you have to tape your trigger finger." That's where he was at and fair play.

Vocal chords exhausted, dial up a driver and head for home, restaurant budget exhausted for the year. Kyrie, but great result.

What a fun night,

LSP

War - Warning GRAPHIC

 

You were warned,

LSP

The War

 

Reliable OSINT sources like the Daily Mail, Sun, Telegraph, Bloomberg, FT, NYT and ISW tell us the Russians are about to lose Crimea, Moscow and all the rest. Such Russian idiots. They invaded the Ukraine and now they're about to be driven back by our brave Rainbow Warriors to the borders of their capital city. Such corrupt, idiotic, ignorant, Orcs.

But they keep fighting. Well, that's orcs for you, just don't know when they're beat.

Too bad they can't make tanks, missiles, computer chips, electronics, engines, literature (ahem Dostoevsky, Gogol, Tolstoy, Ed.) IFVs and all the rest. You'd think they'd surrender asap, but no, they keep on fighting, ignorantly, stubbornly, orcishly. Sila.

Mithril,

LSP

You Pathetic Shills

 

That's right, Essex PD. But don't judge Essex on the part of a few uniformed Gaia NWO shills. Here's Romford via Wales Underworld:

A few years ago mind you. And now here we are, in a rainbow stasi utopia, how's that working out for 'ya? Born slippy, innit.

Essex forever,

LSP

A Trip To Slap Out

 

Hubbard Texas used to be known as Slap Out on account of their general store typically being slap out of provisions. As of the 2010 census the town was 1,423 persons strong and I like it, well put together for the most part with a lively feed store and a couple of shops and decent country restaurants. Their war memorial's especially impressive, a Cobra gunship which saw service in Vietnam before decommissioning in 1994, when 1 Cav gave it to the town.

After a tasty lunch of cheese enchiladas at Polos Italian Pizza restaurant, I drove over to a churchman's ranch for a sick call. What a great old man, in his 90s, a proud vet, Airforce I think, and an excellent horseman in his day. Pillar of the church to boot. He's weak now but clear of cancer, praise God.

On the way back I stopped in Malone, population 269. It's famous for being German and having saloons or bars, Muleskinners, Pair-A-Dice and Whiskey River. I haven't been in any of these but feel I should.

Whiskey River seems the best and it's owned by a friend who obstinately doesn't come to Mass but cheerfully lets me shoot at his back(ish) country range. A neat guy, a wiry landowner with a piercing eye and a serious, shooting safari hunter. I wish he was Senior Warden of Mission #1 but as it is we're allies.

Malone's also famous for its motel. You see, not so long ago this part of the world was dry, you couldn't get a drink because that was so wicked and unchristian, even though wine features rather strongly in the Bible. As in the Miracle at Cana and the Last Supper. 

No, not Dr. Pepper and non-alcoholic grape juice in a dixie cup. That in mind, people would drive from as far away as Corsicana, population 23, 770, to live it up at Malone's saloons, and then they'd stay in the motel. Smart.

So now you know. I love this part of Texas.

Shoot straight,

LSP

Poles Go LARP Ohio

 

Maybe you missed it but Poles are live action role playing America (LARPA), especially Ohio. Check it out:

Respect

Busted

FIGHT

Dam, I love these Poles,

LSP

Back in the Hood

Today's mission was elegant in its simplicity. Get haircuts, for myself and the signalman, eat lunch and then drive in triumph to Fort Hood via I35 to drop the kid back at his post. You're probably thinking, "Great plan, so-called LSP, what went wrong?" 

Here's the thing, nothing. The mission executed flawlessly, the traffic even flowed through Waco at a steady 65/70. Miraculous, and we arrived at the objective in record time, an hour and half door to door. But as with so much in life this fast-paced forward movement came at great cost, $80 in gas.

Some Evil Subversive Sticker

Eighty bucks to drive from the Compound to Killeen and back. What? That's outrageous and before you can whistle most popular President in the history of history we'll be looking at $5 a gallon, in Texas. Wow. Thanks, Joe.

So it's a good thing our beloved ruler's invoked special war power emergency authority to relieve pain at the pump by building... what? More oil wells, pipelines from Canada, new refineries? No, of course not, solar panels. Let them eat sunshine and be glad of it. What a risible, corrupt, mendacious, lying, arrogant, out of touch clownshow. 

Speaking of which, here's a question for all the economic savants who read this inconsequential mind blog: How did prewar Germany end stagflation and is there a lesson to be learned. Discuss.

Regardless, the kid got off safe and sound at Thunderbird HQ and was happy to be back. After taking his ruck (ridic heavy) to his billet he returned to the rig for a final smoke and goodbye, "Dad, my roommate has a frog." I pondered this, "A frog?" Mind like a steel trap, you see. "Yes," the soldier replied, "It's a sweet frog, I like it. He has three tarantulas too, but they're young."

Farewells over, it was back on the highway for a bizarrely easy if expensive ride home, and I felt blessed in having a son who's made great strides in the last three years. Well done, young man.

And there it is,

LSP

Up In Flames

 

Have you noticed how all our food processing plants are going up in flames? One after another, so who's to blame? Green anarchists, the Democrat Stasi, FBI or something else. 

Maybe enterprising members of GRU. Perish the thought. So what's it to be? Your call, readers.

Your old pal,

LSP

Vincimus Spatium

 

Picked the Specialist up from DFW's Terminal D today and all was was well. His flight out of Helsinki was miraculously on time and before you could say "Patton wasn't whacked" there he was, striding into international arrivals with his Lt.

What a relief! To be honest, I'd been afraid he might've been delayed by the present furor in Eastern Europe but no, back home on schedule. Maybe this bodes well, let the reader understand, and I liked his Lt., what a pleasant young man. 

But that's just it, young, and very different from the British Officer Corps standard I remember, more Israeli perhaps. Not a bad thing, just different. Regardless, the deployment went well and the kid's happy and fit. I like all of that.

God Bless,

LSP

In The Metrosprawl

 

Sometimes you have to leave the rural haven of bucolic old Texas and venture forth into the metrosprawl, the DFW connurb. And that's what I did, climbed into the rig and headed for Dallas. Why? To sort out a hernia issue with the medicos.

First step, pull into Ma LSP's place, which was fun, as always. Well done, parental LSPs for buying into the 'sprawl where you did, when you did. Result. 

The next day was all about an "initial consultation." The surgeon, a very pleasant chap, asked me, "So, mission priest, what's your day job?" I looked the medical sacerdos straight in the eye and said, "That's it, and I edit a magazine, no money you see." He sized this up, "Right, self-pay." Exactly.

The next day I drove down Central Distressway to Northstar Diagnostic for a CT scan. Northstar's in a medical complex/hospital which looks like a boutique hotel, though far more pricey and much less fun. That done?

Drive to the beautifully named Lovers Lane for bloodwork. You see, all this must be accomplished before scalpel meets femoral hernia. Thanks, horse. But whatever, you do what you gotta do, and it was neat to motor tour around Dallas.

Iconic

In other news, the eldest returns from Eastern Europe tomorrow, mission accomplished, and I'll get him at the airport. Surprised by that, you'd think they'd fly the troops back to Ft. Hood directly.

Cheers,

LSP

Platinum Jubilee

 

HRH Queen Elizabeth II celebrates 70 years of anointed monarchy this weekend and the celebration's begun, with Trooping of the Colour, an 82 gun salute by the HAC, a fly over the Mall and the Palace including a Lancaster bomber and more besides.

Simpering D List celeb Meghan Merkle wasn't on the balcony, neither was Beta Harry or  Prince Epstein Andrew. Andy had "Covid," apparently, but Kate was there looking good. Here she is in a carriage, next to some other thing.

Congratulations, your Majesty. Ad multos annos.

God save the Queen,

LSP