Green Faker Mountebanks Go Full Coal

 

Do you remember how a teenage Swedish autist, with an arguably satanic mother, determined the energy policy of the Western World? Sure you do, gotta go Zero Carbon Footprint or the world's gonna die! You know, like rising sea levels, pandas dying, Manhattan flooded, Chicago undersea, all science like. 

Such paltry, clownshow, medicine show, snake oil, buffoon malfeasance, as our rainbow hypocrite elite green leaders fly the world in their private jets and buy beachfront mansions in the Hamptons. What a fraudulent scam from the get go, but look what's happened in their insane, satanic, lust for power and wealth.

Here's Zero:

Hilariously, the push for coal is being led by Europe, ground zero of the "green movement" which finally realized that one can't burn fake virtue or melt posing in front of camera in the winter to keep warm, and is boosting coal purchases to ensure it can keep power flowing to homes and factories after Russia cut gas supplies to the continent. Germany, which not long ago promised to eliminate coal as a power source by 2030, is among the nations now importing more. Economy Minister Robert Habeck called the increased reliance on coal bitter but necessary. Spoiler alert: Germany will not eliminate coal as a power source by 2030, if anything it will be more reliant on it than ever unless it also restarts its nuclear power plants which it, idiotically, shut down not long ago.

Never one to admit it was dead wrong, however, Europe has a response to everything: “Right now the sentiment is that more coal is better than more Russia,” said Alex Msimang, a London-based partner at law firm Vinson & Elkins LLP specializing in the energy sector.

Whatever dude.

 

I'll leave it at that.

Fishing in the Rivers of Life,

LSP

Fix It

 

Keen-eyed readers of this eclectic if shallow mindblog will know the Compound has a problem. Yes, the architectural genius squad which designed the roof over the house's extension in the 1980s didn't get it right. The thing's too flat, there's not enough pitch, which means water collects on the shingles, rotting out the deck, and before you know it the house collapses. Disaster.

The Peasants Are Revolting

To prevent this catastrophe, Command reached out to Cesar and there he was, striding up to the porch in the searing late afternoon heat of the day. I looked up from Zerohedge and reports of Dutch police shooting at farmers, "Hey, good to see you!" He grinned, "Man, it's hot," then clambered up on the offending roof to inspect the damage.

Go On, Shoot Your Farmers

This can be fixed with shingles or with metal, the latter being more expensive but a more permanent solution. I'm inclined towards that, but let's see what the estimates are. In the meanwhile, Cesar's a good guy and's been in the business of roofs for 20 years. Respect, can't be fun in the sun.

Runner

In other news, aside from Dutch farmers staging a revolt against their WEF puppet government - note: don't shoot the people who feed you, idiots - BoJo the Clown's in serious trouble. Top Tory Cabinet ministers are resigning in protest over his scandalous, inept, corrupt, groomer compliant turpitude.

More on this developing Curry Coup story as news comes in, but we have to ask, will Putin claim a scalp or is this simply the Curse of Assad? Or 45? Remember, pundits, how unfit, boozy, buffoon, deep state, Illuminati, NWO traitor shill, rainbow clown mountebank BoJo stabbed him in the back.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

HOT ROD

 

You go to the country store and what do you get? A hot rod.

And then some. Wow. No foolin'.

Most awesome. Serious attention to detail.

I left impressed but perhaps you disagree?

Ride on,

LSP

Happy Independence Day!

 

Have a great day with family and friends as we celebrate our freedom from British tyranny. You can imagine what that'd look like now, a Whitehall mandated rainbow flag on every corner and don't you dare disagree, serf, or you'll go to gaol for Hate Thought like the brazen transphobic Nazi you are. 

In the meanwhile, London bureaucrats would be sending billions of your tax Dollars Pounds to fund literal Nazis in Eastern Europe. For moneylaundering freedom and the Liberal World Order.

What a terrifying vision! Thank God we fought against such perfidious despotism and won, but you know the saying, "A Republic if you can keep it." That in mind, the flag of Liberty flies high at the Compound and burgers are about to hit the grill.

Cheers,

LSP

Another Year Around The Sun

 

Here it is, another year 'round the sun and I've cheated the prophets so far, "Try and make it to 40, fella," said a friend in a Bayswater pub in the '90s, over cold-as-you-like lager. Lo and behold, against the odds, Force LSP fought through that objective and set up Ops in the New Country. And I can't complain, Texas, especially, has been good. All hail country life, to say nothing of God and Guns.

To mark this achievement, the Specialist came home with totally unaffordable steaks. We'll grill those in a bit and celebrate, asparagus wrapped in bacon and baby potatoes alongside. So there it is. But speaking of celebration, I've got a good mind to take a train journey.

You know, for several days, with a Pullman, Diner and all the rest. Traverse this land by rail, as a kind of recce perhaps. But witch way? Maybe the Dallas-Chicago-Detroit run or go West, up to Montana and then Alberta? Then again, perhaps something more... specialized?

All advice welcome and in the meanwhile, one song to rule them all.

DFTR,

LSP

Wurm

 

Yes, what a band.

Rock on kids,

LSP

Armored Trains

 

Here in America we think of armored trains, if we think of them at all, as relics of a bygone age. Perhaps we recall steel clad locomotives steaming across the African veldt, armed with Martini Henrys, gatlings, Lees and Maxims. Or World Wars I and II, in which battle trains were famously active. Today? Not so much. But hold on, readers.

Armored trains are very much alive and well, especially in Eastern Europe. Serbia, for example, deployed the famous Krajina Express. Here's a photo:

And Russia notoriously armored up some rolling stock in the Chechen conflict, Baikal, Amur, Terek, and Don. These battle wagons were armed with 23 mm ZU-23-2 guns, a T 62 on a flatbed, and 30 mm BMP cannon, to say nothing of small arms, jamming equipment, missiles and whatever else the Russkies strap onto the rolling beasts.

After the second Chechen war these ferocious trains were put in storage only to reappear in rail intensive Ukraine, where they've seen extensive service. Apparently several Chechen conflict trains have been combined into one train, the Volga.

What can we say? The message is clear, surely, armored trains are awesome and we want one, or more. Texas demands it.

Casey Jones,

LSP

WARRIOR

 

Pan to Bell Harry and rock on,

LSP

Just Follow The Science

 

Have you noticed how the same people who billboard Follow The Science, as they gleefully get their fourth booster and die from blood clots, are all in favor of Drag Queen Story Hour? How very science, but science of what. Science of degeneracy?

Science of abusing your children? And face it, no kid ever thought up Drag Queen Story Hour, that's on their parents, and then some.

That in mind, how could it be there's a 50% rise in kids thinking themselves transsexuals, as in blasphemous parodies of men and women. Could it be that these young, developing minds and souls are being influenced by nihilists, intent on the erasure of perceived gender stereotypes and hence, to their warped minds, oppression?

Something like that, and I call you back to the Hungarian Bolshevik revolution. This floundered and was kicked back when people like Lukacs  tried to foist perversion and degeneracy on school kids. We call it "Sex Ed" here in America and you'll note history rhymes.

On that point, Satan always, everywhere, overplays his hand. And note, the gates of Hell shall not prevail.

Your Friend,

LSP

Just Go To The Lake

 

Movement, says the Philosopher, is a sign of life and that in mind I loaded a couple of rods in the rig and moved off to the lake. Yes, I was alive, but what about the fish? Good question. Soldier's Bluff, once a reef in a vast inland sea, shone under a fierce Texan sun, teenagers did backflips into hot water, all was alive, but the fish weren't moving.

Don't get me wrong, I tried, with worms and shad but no, our piscine enemy were lying low, immobile, playing dead. So much for this game of soldiers, I thought grimly to myself, and moved to another location, across the dam.

Boom, right out of the gate a ferocious Drum pulled rod #2 along the fishing pier. Off I ran, alive, picked up the rod and reeled him in. Good fight, well done fish. He went back, living, to fight again another day. Next up, Gar.

The thing about Gar, if you're me, is they're easy to get on but hard to hook. You see, they'll play with your bait and drop it if you attempt a premature hookset, which tends not to work because of the bony toughness of their long prehistoric beaks. So what to do?

Try a small #6 hook, baited with frozen shad, on a 12" leader weighted with split shot beneath a small float. If you're smart, unlike me, make that leader steel. Launch the shad near the Gar, he'll see it, move in and it.

Watch the Pleistocene creature gobble that bait fish down; seriously, let the fish do its thing, give it line, allow it to pretty much eat the shad and then run with it. It'll run, allow some 8 seconds into this then set that hook.

Fish On, Just Doesn't Know It

Wow. Stand up, rod double, line out, leaping, thrashing, diving, running fish action. Just a lot of fun. But word to the wise. I say again, if you're fishing from some kind of pier use a steel leader, otherwise the fish will bite through your line as you haul him up, which is what happened to me today. Still, good fight, great result, thank you fish.

Back at the Compound we're reflecting on this real-life parable. It's the Feast of SS. Peter & Paul, who followed Christ and became fishers of men.

Tight lines,

LSP

Musical Interlude

 

Whoa, power,

LSP

CAT

 

OK. Mindblog consensus says LSP, keep the kitten. WSF bets on it, Wild quietly approves, Adrienne demands it and DOS offers practical advice, "Blue looks like he's like some company. Just keep the cat as an outdoor variety to keep the mice, chipmunks and squirrels in check. My $0.02."

Who am I to deny your collective wisdom? The cat stays, per DOS, ON. THE. PORCH. He's happy there and keeps mice and all the rest at bay. But what do we call this CAT? "Bobby" clearly won't do and my first instinct was to call it Cat. Simple as that, but maybe Private is better. After all, he's obviously a battlecat.

In other news, a friend from across the pond sent this in, go on, have a look.

Perhaps someone should contact marketing?

Your Best Friend,

LSP