Dallas Reflections

 

When you think of Dallas do you think of the ancient TV show featuring JR Ewing? Perhaps, but regardless, one of the things you get to do in LSPland is drive there, down the murder expressway called I35. I did so today, bumper to bumper tailgating crazy at 85/90 mph. Whatev, same old.

Before long you get to the outer reaches of the massive DFW connurb, but keep on, foot on the pedal, and then there it is, rising like a gunmetal OZ, Dallas' skyline. No small thing and especially emerald impressive at night.

Don't be fooled, though. Get in amongst those gleaming glass and steel towers, which rise Babel to the sky, and what do you find? Beggars, indigents, homeless encampments and associated ne'er do wells chancing it in triple digit climate change. We've moved, you see, into SUMMER. It's like this ineluctable climatic progression.

That in mind, take the Illinois exit, head south on Zang past old and new ghetto housing and ride on 'til you hit Davies and Bishops Arts. Marvel at the throngs hanging out at various bars and eateries, wonder at multiple apartment blocks which have sprung up in the last couple of years, and mourn the tragic passing of Ten Bells and Hattie's, two BA stalwarts which went under post COVID.

Oh well. Hang a right opposite the appalling PHD Pourhouse sports bar and into this neat wine shop. Buy a bot and get into a convo with the staff. Like this: 

"Hey, man, I saw you went into here by the door." You pause and reply, "Yeah, that's what I did."

"But why did you do it that way, was there, like, a METHOD?"

"Say again?"

"A method?"

"Sure there was. I walked in the door and spotted some kind of white zin on offer and wanted to look further, that's why I ended up by your fridge and this great bottle of Malbec."

"Wow, man, you sound like Elon Musk!"

"Is that a good thing, brother?"

"Yeah it it is, all good, man."

 

I looked at my tattooed counterparts, what were they, extras for Pirates of the Caribbean?, and gave both boys a sunny hello goodbye. Yeah, they'll be laughing when they're extradited to England. Good luck with that, stoneheads.

Vinter's done, fall back to Ma LSP, who's watching a neat show called, "Why Does Everyone Hate Meghan Markle?" What a good show. Surely not because she's a D-List, simpering, fraudulent, delta minus semi moron, social climber, gold digging Hollywood fool. Surely not, and a witch who ensorcelled Harry with her witch power. He, of course, is obviously an idiot.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Tay Tay!

 

Back to Tay Tay. Is she an icon of the far right, a National Socialist heroine or just a vapid pop singer? Photo evidence proves the former. Here, have a look:

Well that's pretty Das Reich, Tay Tay. Maybe the UK needs to extradite her, and just look at this:

Proof positive, see what I'm sayn'? Looks pretty NSDAP to me, which is obviously a problem. So what's the solution?

EXTRADITION.

Cheers,

LSP

For Goodness Sake Simmer Down LSP

 

OK, there's only so much Taylor Swift Jihad, Rwandan savagery, Big Brother Rainbow Stasi, US Clownshow politics a man can take. So what to do? Go fishing, that's right, in the heat of a Texan day in August. Would the fish bite or would they be in some kind of piscine climate change shock, immobile like their human counterparts. I drove to the lake to find out.

Sure enough, it was mighty hot, right there on the tortured limestone of what had once been part of a fibrous reef in a vast inland sea, and's now Soldier's Bluff. So it's hot, that's a given, would the fish bite, not a given, but undaunted by prehistoric reverie and the searing light of the Sun, I cast off.

Whoa, tugs and bites at the first cast, probably a small, ferocious perch. And that's exactly what it was, a perch. I tell you, even if they're small they're big fun to catch on a light rod, they fight you see. Some five or six fish later it was time to head for home and Evening Prayer, 1928 BCP style. I just prefer it, the language is worshipful, liturgical and beautiful. Here's a link.

So that was that, an hour or so catching fish at the lake in the sun and clean air of the so far Free State of Texas. What a lot of fun and a good antidote against the appalling wickedness which surrounds us.

Das Boot

That in mind, I find fishing brings you right down to earth and calms the soul, or excites it when the catch is on. Not unlike shooting and riding, when you think on it.

Fish on,

LSP

Take Note Heathen

 

Well it's all going on in the UK. Here in the US we're looking towards the Bosphorus.

That's right, Hagia Sophia, let's have it back. In the meanwhile, apologies to Stella Gibbons.

Your Best Pal,

LSP

Alright Boys

 

How much is enough, what's you're break point, here there or anywhere? Whatever, just throwing it out there, take it easy, please don't extradite me, UK Rainbow Fag Cops.

Whatev, here's an inspirational video. Seen it before? See it again:

Mark my words and mark them well brothers, the above is prescient. You either get that or or you don't. Can you spot the glowies in the crowd? Well, it's not hard. Boys, word to the wise, train, train, train.

Clubland Forever,

LSP

Words Are Violence Or Are They

 

Have you noticed, dear readers, all two of you, that the Left, and it is the Left, have supercharged words? Perhaps you have. In the formerly united Kingdom of quondam Great Britain you can be arrested and sent to gaol for words. Say the wrong thing, go to prison, criminal. You can even, they threaten, be extradited. Yes, extradited to Belmarsh and put in solitary for WRONGTHINK, because of your words. Like wow, we've come to this. 

Granted, some words are nasty, I try to avoid them on this mind-blog, but still, does LSP writing SEND THEM BACK DEPORT THEM YOU TRAITORS = a punch in the face, an head butt or a glass inna face, Kray Twins style? Hardly. One is most definitely violent and the other is cognitive, an assault to the mind.

Sure, that can and does hurt, but are the two comparable? Imagine, if you like, 50 divisions of Putler's Thought Police Troll Farms spewing disinfo across the internet. Disaster. Just like the OPERATION BARBAROSSA, except that it's most obviously not.

Several things. First: The Left believes reality is a construct and so they attempt to govern it through speech. Resist this linguistic tyranny at every turn, it's bogus thought despotism. 

Second: People that don't believe in Truth will peddle lies, constantly. Again, resist this with the Truth. Cold hard facts wreak havoc with their rainbow Marxist, tin-pot Maoist imaginations.

Third: They're utter idiots. No, words are not violent, dumbasses, like a knife in the gut or a howitzer raining down hell on your position, so call them out. Just say no.

Fourth: Going to war over mere words betrays brittle insecurity. Take heart in that. If they weren't worried they wouldn't be taking refuge in WORD POLICE. For goodness sake.

you total fags

You get the point.

England Forever,

LSP

Tay Tay Jihad

 

What is it with Tay Tay, aka Taylor "Swift"? Is it her awesome, ahem, music, her mean little eyes, being a Nazi pin up, her vast wealth and matrilineal descent from Satanist Anton LaVey's wife, Zeena? Or maybe it's just the fact that she/her is a white woman singing. Who knows, but what we all know is this, Tay Tay is a veritable JIHAD MAGNET.

Just the other day a Rwandan savage went all stab Rwandan on a bunch of little girls pretending to be Taylor Swift, in Southport, which is a kind of depressed suburb in Northern England. Awful, and the frenzied immigrant bloodletting stirred up a reaction.

Yes indeed, all these Brits looting Gregg's for sausage rolls and associated shops for Crocs. They even did a psyop, threatening unrest in some 100 towns last night, and didn't turn up, leaving SkyNews to be attacked by roaming gangs of Jihadis and some unfortunate Labour councilor who's been ruined for "hate speech." But OK, that was formerly Great Britain.

Further afield, in beautiful, elegant, civilized Vienna Tay Tay was going to perform a series of "live shows," migraine inducing eyes and all, but what happened? A young Moslem and his buddies decided to go full Jihad and bomb/stab the Swifties at their concert venue.

Bad call, Aloha Snackbar, now you're looking at gaol forever, in Austria, as opposed to 72 virgins or whatever your savage creed dictates. And here's the thing, Beloved Rulers: Encourage millions upon millions of Jihad savages into your lands in favor of higher rents, lower wages, big time votes and what do you get? Disorder, incendiarism, riot and unrest. Problem? Solution, ban freedom of speech and CLAMP DOWN.

Ban words, all those hateful words, verboten. But do you think, in your heart of hearts, that that threat, and the gaol it intimates, will somehow soothe the literal anger of people who see themselves replaced by an influx of cheap(ish) vote invaders? Let's put it another way.

You don't believe in reality, because you're postmodernist Cultural Marxists, so you endeavor to fix reality by changing the language. Good work, ancien regime commie, all the pronouns are changed, and then reality rises up like a wall and you run full-splat into it. Or something like that.

Do you think, dear readers, that Europe's like a tinderbox, waiting to go off, as if a firework in a dry field? To say nothing of the States. Just a thought. That in mind, why does Tay Tay attract Jihad?

Your Call,

LSP

Patriots

 

See what I mean?

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Matamoros

 

The Reconquista wasn't some kind of given. No, we drove the Moors out of our land. Will we do so again? Not if our Beloved Rainbow Rulers have anything to say about it. But maybe there's resistance to that.

Two-Tier Kier Forever,

LSP

You Go Away For A Day

 

You Millionaire Commie Freaks

You take a day off from it all and look what happens. The Yen carry trade unwinds, margin calls, anyone? Crypto collapses. Iran promises retribution, the world waits. England continues to revolt, and our very own Kamala chooses a bizarre middle-aged gender queer champion leftie as she/her running mate. And that's not all, not by any means. 

Harvard, popularly known as Satan's Vatican, is offering courses on "Medieval Texts Through The Lens of Queer History." Per Harvard's BGLTQ office:

Through our work, we foster the inclusion, affirmation, and celebration of all BGLTQ identities and expressions. We strive to create a community where BGLTQ students can thrive and where all students are well-equipped to engage knowledgeably and compassionately with regard to gender and sexuality.

 

How very worth the vaunted Ivy League school's totally affordable tuition fees. You know, you emerge from the Kremlin by the Charles with your shiny new Queer Medieval history degree and get a great job, as a queer medievalist. What a great investment in higher learning.

 

Dear Lord, what have we become? The words idiotic, risible, degenerate, lying, gaslighting, blasphemous, profiteering clownshow spring to mind.

Cheers,

LSP

Inspection

 

Well we may be irregular, but that's all the more money on the monkey, what? Here's a video:

Is this the real deal or just a DEI show parade? Your call.

DLC Forever,

LSP

I Am The Bread Of Life

 

He, Jesus is the bread of life. Here's Farrer on the Sacrament:

The disciples indeed, who were still carnal, were amazed at the greatness of His virtue, they could not yet however recognise in Him the truth of the Divine Majesty. Wherefore it goes on, "For their hearts were hardened." But mystically, the toil of the disciples in rowing, and the contrary wind, mark out the labours of the Holy Church, who amidst the beating waves of the world, and the blasts of unclean spirits, strives to reach the repose of her celestial country. And well is it said that the ship was in the midst of the sea, and He alone on land, for sometimes the Church is afflicted by a pressure from the [p. 128] Gentiles so overwhelming, that her Redeemer seems to have entirely deserted her. But the Lord sees His own, toiling on the sea, for, lest they faint in tribulations, He strengthens them by the look of His love, and sometimes frees them by a visible assistance. Further, in the fourth watch He came to them as daylight approached, for when man lifts up his mind to the light of guidance from on high, the Lord will be with him, and the dangers of temptations will be laid asleep. (Bede, on Christ walking on the water)

God bless,

LSP