Very Serious Clubbing

 

A well known solutions provider commented on this shallow, barely read mind blog, "You need to build your own club. Maybe not in Texas Hill Country, but close enough. It would need to have at least a pistol range. I'd go and hang out. If you build it, they will come."

As a notorious clubman this got me thinking. What would such a place be like, like some hideous faux Tudor country club, complete with links, a 20k joining fee and JEB! sinking into a leather armchair? No, nothing Rat Claw Rubio like that. I replied:

A ranch house (extended), fires throughout, 12' ceilings (cooler) with wrap 'round porch. Trophy Room (smoking), Light Cav Bar, Living Room, Ante Room, Dining Room, Billiards/Pool Room and maybe a pool. And a Writing Room (laptops allowed). Food? Club special = Chicken Fried Steak, your choice of sides and Fried Pies for dessert. Or your choice of cut, Rib Eye, Strips etc, all from the club's herd. Farm to table you see, this club's sustainable.

Also:

A RANGE. Pistol, skeet and 100, 200, 500, 1000 yard

Ideally there'd be a river to fish too, but I know you can't have everything. Would there be old retainers? Well yes, of course.

 

In other words, a home from home and a real country club, you see. Would it have accommodation? Yes. Some members would stay year 'round. Would it be exclusive? Obviously, no libs allowed except for my pals. Expensive? Not necessarily, depends on who you are, for some it's free, thank you for your service. Would it be "fancy"? No, of course not. Think lodge. Recip rights? Oh yes, especially with the Savage. Women allowed? Accompanied by a gentleman.

Just some thoughts,  Must get a consortium together and explore this further, thanks LL for the initiative. Good call.

γλαυκῶπις,

LSP

Vicarious Venice

 

An old musical pal texted in from Venice, "As a guest of the Biennale I get a chauffeured boat. My driver runs his boat FAST and listens to Italian METAL."

I thought about this for maybe a second and fired back, "Where's my BOAT? Dammit." He replied with another photo.

"Venice. 23:37. Quiet." It's quiet here too in the North Central Texas Exclusion Zone, and a gentle rain falls upon this small farming community. We call it "Skywater." 

But back to Venice, wasn't the place supposed to be underwater by now? Someone's obviously been paying their weather tax. That in mind, more on this Venetian exploit as the story unfolds.

Vicariously,

LSP

Nonbinary Freakout

 

Lo and behold, turns out the alleged Colorado gay club shooter, Anderson Lee Aldrich, identifies as "non-binary," uses they/them pronouns and the title, "Mx." Aldrich's pansexual identity came to light thanks to a court filing on Tuesday. Mx. Aldrich is accused of killing 5 people and wounding another 18.

Why did they/them go postal on the LGBTQ club? Our objective, honest, unbiased, truth telling media initially blamed the GOP in general and Lauren Boebert in particular. Evil, bigoted rightwingery provided the motive, but that narrative's fallen curiously flat.

For what it's worth, I'd suggest "they/them" implies some kind of schizophrenia at best and demonic possession at worst. Or is there something else going on here? Regardless, the Unicorn's clearly a dangerous beast. 

In related news, outgoing RINO Adam Kinzinger's attacked a cartoon cat on social media. You can read all about it here.

Mind the gap,

LSP

When The Man Comes Around

 

A rambunctious soldier's just marched in.

Cheers,

LSP

Who Were These Men?

 

Who were the men who built the mighty British Empire? Were they effete, tofu gorging, soy swilling, self-apologizing, climate aggrandizing soi bois? Were they puberty blocking trans Rainbow Warriors? No, they were not. Here's IKB:

You'll note he had a knighthood, in contradistinction to Paul McCartney, give that man a K. My, how that worm's turned. Then there's Gladstone, the Great Statesman. Look at his face and ask, "Would he have been in favour of trans marriages, for a second."

No, of course not. Point being, who were these men? Giants.

Arduus Ad Solem,

LSP

At Last You're Fired

It took a while, some would say too long, but at last Alberta's hated Chief Medical Officer Deenah Hinshaw has been fired. Hinshaw was notorious for recommending policies which shut down schools and churches, to say nothing of draconian vaccine mandates. Those who didn't comply were fined, arrested or fired.

Hinshaw's well deserved axing came as Alberta's new Premier Danielle Smith made good on election promises to purge the province's self-serving, dictatorial Health Services (AHS) quango. Smith's kept her pledge by firing the entire AHS Board along with the repellently smug leftist Hinshaw. The eleven person board's been replaced with one man, Dr. John Cowell.

In an open letter, one of the terminated board members Tony Dagnone accused Smith of being "against science" and "unhinged" accusing her of acting "under the guise of freedom." Via AlbertaPrimeNews:

"The current premier defies all those aspirations as she spews wacko accusations at Alberta Health Services and its valued workforce," he wrote. 

The premier has chosen to "play to her misguided followers who rant against science and academic medicine under the veiled guise of freedom," Dagnone said in the letter. 

“Her warped stance on COVID, which I remind the premier was and is a public health issue not a political punching bag, is nothing short of borderline dereliction when the lives of AHS staff and Albertans are at stake," Dagnone wrote.

“In light of her unhinged public pronouncements, the premier represents the bleakest of role models for women who aspire to be accepted in positions of influence and leadership.

What can we say. Spews wacko accusations, warped science, unhinged, bleakest of role models, dereliction? Tony, Hinshaw and the rest of you, if the hat fits. And think yourselves lucky while you're at it. In the meanwhile, the increasingly popular rulership of the United States persists in faux Covid emergency, one of the last countries in the world to do so. 

Make of this, gentle readers, what you will.

Drinks at Ranchmen's all 'round,

LSP

Sunday Sermon

 

I won't preach, done that already, but here's Conrad Black via Zerohedge:

That the Democrats and their lock-step allies in the national media succeeded in putting across the colossal smear that former President Donald Trump is a supporter of violence and a threat to the constitutional system could be interpreted as a long step toward the national suicide that Abraham Lincoln foresaw is the only way in which the American project could perish.

Former CIA Director John Brennan called Trump a traitor; former National Intelligence Director James Clapper declared as a matter of settled fact that Trump was a Russian intelligence asset. The corruption of the FBI and the intelligence agencies in the dissemination of the infamous Steele dossier funded by the Hillary Clinton campaign as authentic intelligence revealing Trump as completely unsuited to public office and the profound dishonesty of former FBI Director James Comey in white-washing Clinton’s alleged destruction of subpoenaed evidence and his recourse to surveillance granted in response to false affidavits while attempting to destroy the Trump presidency have escaped legal retribution by the somnambulant Durham investigation, and there will be no retribution for any of it.

Yet, Trump is the tainted protagonist. The Russian collusion hoax was the most monstrous defamation ever inflicted on a U.S. president. The spurious impeachment of him, for an innocuous telephone call to the president of Ukraine about the commercial activities of the Biden family in his country—now notorious but probably a matter of political suppression of the normal working of American justice—was in the same category of misuse of the political system for the lowest and most destructive partisan ends.

It’s obvious that the potentially millions of harvested ballots that couldn’t be verified in the 2020 presidential election could easily have provided the 50,000 vote switchover needed in Pennsylvania and two other states to flip that election to Trump in the Electoral College. The dishonesty of the universal media stone wall that 2020 was a pristine presidential election is compounded by the judiciary’s abdication of its coequal role in government and reassertion of its refusal to consider overturning the apparent presidential election result.

Democratic strategists deserve a near-perfect score for tactical judgment...

 

I'd say Black's got a point and you can read the whole thing here if you like. He concludes:

The only way to complete Trump’s work and root out and politically exterminate those who have corrupted the intelligence and justice arms of the federal government and have dragooned the contemptible but still insidiously influential national political media in full metal jacket Trump-hate, is for Trump to identify and support the successor whom he favors as Republican presidential candidate.

He shouldn’t go back to his 2016 playbook and insult all the other prominent Republicans. He has exchanged enough fire with his Republican enemies, contemptible though many of them are, and did well to win the first round and come so close in the second. The third round last week was an acute disappointment, and the Republican Party doesn’t need, and the American public doesn’t wish for, an internecine war on the scale that would rage if Trump sought another presidential nomination. But another candidate plausibly pledged to the enactment of the Trump program and supported by Trump but not stigmatized by him, could lead the desperately needed national political purgation.

 

Black's awesome "full metal jacket Trump-hate" line aside, do you think he's right or wrong? Should 45 run for 47 or not? Serious question. 

In the meanwhile, the most popular president in the history of history, turns 80. Just think, a million votes for every year of our beloved leader's life, and a little more.

Cheers,

LSP 

Battle Cry Of Freedom

 

Maybe you don't think this relevant, maybe you're a fool. That's your call.

States Rights,

LSP

Tax 'Em And Scourge 'Em

 

Do you remember the chorus of teeth gnashing, incohate rage when now defunct Tory Premiere and her POC Chancellor had the literal, brazen temerity to cut taxes in the Sceptered Isle? Sure you do, and the unfortunately named Truss was kicked out of power along with her pet POC.

Lo and behold, a new budget's been announced in the UK by the ruling Brahman and the media love it. It goes like this, we will raise taxes, a lot, on anyone earning over 100k a year. Yes, you'll be hit, you robber barons, with a punitive 60% levy on your ill-gotten gains. Take that, capitalist swine!

In the meanwhile, Deep State civil servant pensions rise exponentially in tune with inflation. All animals, you see, are equal but some are more equal than others, not least retired Whitehall Mandarins. Nice gig if you can get it, which most Britons can't. They're being replaced by low cost immigrant labor to the tune of 100s of thousands of people a year. 

What I love most about this is that the Progressive Left applauds it. Get taxed outta existence, small business owner, and rejoice in your new trans bathroom as Blockrock takes over the franchise. Top hats, private jets and exclusive island clubs all 'round.

In the old days we used to know where these people lived, they were landowners on a grand scale and accountable to their estates. Today? That's gone, along with their contract to the people they should serve and manifestly don't.

It will end in tears, I tell you, and as always...

Guinea on the Monkey,

LSP

Is This Allowed?

 

Is BB King still allowed? Or is he banned along with Uncle Ben and Aunt Jemima? Oh, desperately sorry for appallingly racist benign stereotypes. To be replaced with what, exactly? Look, here's  a helpful infographic:

Cheers,

LSP

Behold The Light

 

Drive into the light on the way to yesterday's evening Mass at Mission #2, by the lake. There it was, a Texan sunset and there I was, powering into the incandescent beauty of the thing. Is the infinite glory of God revealed to us in creation? It certainly was to me on the way to Lake Whitney and I was reminded of a time, several decades ago now, in London.

It was one of those points when pretty much everything seemed to have collapsed and I was utterly miserable, staying at  Fr. Michael Hollings' eclectic community in Bayswater. He lived, this cousin of the Duke of Norfolk, in a small office which somehow doubled as a bedroom and in I marched to pour out my tale of woe, and it was exceedingly woeful. No kidding.

Well, the priest listened, smiled and said, "Look out of the window at the sky," it was uncharacteristically blue, "and the trees. Beautiful, God is very, very good." So I looked out of the window and yes, it was beautiful, and my heart felt peace at that moment in the revealed goodness our loving God. 

Sentimental, mawkish piety? No. Bear in mind, Hollings had fought at Monte Casino in the Guards, I think as a Major. No small thing, and the point of this story? There's several, not least this. Look out, open your eyes, and behold the glory, goodness and love of God. As even the pagans of antiquity sensed, Sol Invictus. There's immeasurable hope in that.

God bless you all,

LSP

A Cautionary Tale

 

Yes, readers, in song.

Your Buddy

LSP