Tuesday, December 17, 2024

Are Airguns Retarded And Gay?

 



Good question, and I say no. Back in the day you could blaze away with readily affordable ammo, but not so much today. And, let the reader understand, you want to arrive at a backyard plinking solution. OK, subsonic .22 is a way forward. But maybe air's better?

Maybe so. My brother, who lives in "ban all guns because commie" Wales shoots merrily away with .177/.22 canister air guns and's fixing to upgrade to a Kral Empire. Nice, at around $700 (!). And especially nice in the UK, where you're not allowed to shoot real guns but you can shoot these. OK, good for my brother, the Kral looks great, if pricey. But here in the States?




We don't need to rely on air guns to shoot because we have a constitutional right to own and bear arms, much as the Left wants to take that away from us in their drive towards a corporate sponsored neo-Maoist dictatorship. Granted, but what if you live in a vaguely built up area, where you can't shoot that AR for practice?

Again, good question, and I don't see anything wrong with going down a backyard plinker air gun solution. Some people go further and get air compressor hunting rigs marching up to something like .50 Cal. Far out. Me? I'd settle for a Walmart Special, twice as powerful as the attractive Kral and way cheaper, seemingly.

Shoot on,

LSP

O Sapientia

 

Typical Truckery


O Sapientia, O Wisdom, teach us the way. The way being discernment viz a 2018 F150 XL 4x4 V8 5.0 engine. The Waxahachie Ford house "recommended" a new long block, stating that cylinders 5, 6 and 8 were losing compression. Waxahachie stated on the phone that the "block was cracked."

OK, if so, get a new motor or a new truck. But here's the thing. Local mechs have swarmed around and don't see any evidence of a cracked block, of catastrophic engine failure. They do feel there's an oil issue, apparently a thing on 2018-20 F 150 5.0 engines. So Thursday beckons a new diagnosis to find out the root of the problem. 


Kitchen Glocks. Go On, Shoot The Food

Let's see how that goes, it'd be a relief to not have to buy a new, reman, refurb engine; they're pretty pricey. Seriously, new ones come in at around 10k, refurb at 7 and reman at 4. Cheaper than a new new rig, but still. Stand by for further news in this exciting and developing story.

In the meanwhile, here's the O Sapentia antiphon (sing it this evening if you can before and after the Magnificat at Vespers/Evening Prayer):

O Sapientia, quae ex ore Altissimi prodiisti,
attingens a fine usque ad finem,
fortiter suaviterque disponens omnia:
veni ad docendum nos viam prudentiae.

O Wisdom, coming forth from the mouth of the Most High,
reaching from one end to the other mightily,
and sweetly ordering all things:
Come and teach us the way of prudence.

Ave,

LSP

Monday, December 16, 2024

Let's Hear It For Detroit

 


Imagine this, punters, if you can. I moved from South Ken in London to Windsor/Detroit in '97. (Excuse me, were you utterly insane? Apparently yes) Why? For love and adventure, obvs. That aside, I'd email friends in the UK, yes, we had email then if just, as to what the New MI world was like. I don't think they believed me because so very far outside the UK thing. Hey, I was pulling punches, for what it's worth.

Whatev. I understand from reliable sources on the ground that the Motor City ain't as desolate as it used to be. As in, Downtown and Wayne State zones are being reclaimed for white civilization, by white people. Possibly, hope so, and let's repeat the mantra, "It's coming back, man." Huh. Here's a song:


Huh. Crawled Outta The Trailer And Into The Big Time


You only get one shot. Well he ain't wrong, eh? Trigger pressure and muscle memory forever. See you on 8 Mile, on the top floor of the Caddy and at the Club. So.

All Best,

LSP

Sunday, December 15, 2024

UFOs Everywhere

 


Especially in New Jersey, which is near New York. OK, nasty, but like no kidding, everywhere you look in New Jersey there's a UFO, coming outta the sea, going inna sea, hovering around subdivisions, truck stops, strip malls, military bases, you name it, there they are. UFOs, everywhere. 



Some appear to be orbs of fluid, shifting light. Others morph into various shapes, cylinders, triangles and the like.  Some appear technical, others almost organic. So what are they, drones? That's what we're being told, with the Pentagon caveat that they're not ours, not our enemies' and, in fact, don't belong to any known earthbound agency. So what are they? Aliens, obviously. Here, have a look.


 

Remember, punters, in the icy void of deep space no one can hear you scream.

Saturday, December 14, 2024

Rise Up


 

Here we are, in the most powerful country of the world, capable of sending billions upon billions of dollars to Ukraine and millions to sex-change experimentalists in California. Good luck, Olson lawsuit, sue those satan Mengeles into the ground. But here's the thing.

Why should our people live in shacks, yes that's a fridge door outside #2, when the State is so rich, rich enough to send billions overseas? Good question, and surely not because the people who asset-stripped our towns and way of life profit from it.

But perhaps there's a sea change coming, a return to patriotism, a smack-down to the people who have grown traitorously rich off our poverty. Here, check it out, Army & Navy:



You do know that our last president, the most 81 million votes in history popular president ever didn't go to a single match? Maybe he was scared all those soldiers he was boss of would boo him. Not unlike the Circus in Rome and Constantinople, when you think on it.

In other news, go to Ed Bondareka's outstanding blog, Not of This World. Even better, stop by his radio thing: https://open.spotify.com/show/1LXpWXH62qWYNxxcMY9HLX

Good value,

LSP

Friday, December 13, 2024

VOGUE

 

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Oops, but what about Wendy Davis, the attractive Abortion Barbie who was gonna sweep the Lone Star State? What about her? Let's see, here she is en Vogue:


She was was well put together but a Satanist, who failed to take Texas


Abortion Barbie lost, so did fake Mex Beto in the Dem's relentless push to turn the Lone Star State into a Corporate Maoist autocracy. Check it out, on Vanity Fair, no less.



What a rich kid Dem fag. And guess what, Texans didn't vote for this super rich, faux Mex, fraudulent, no one liked you anyway, faker leftist rich kid. So.

Cheers,

LSP

Wild West Hero

 



You may not, but I've got an issue with this song, in which our imaginary Wild West Hero is this big friend of the Indians. Nice vision, right? Rock on, ELO, but really? You wanna be friends with the torturing, savage, cruel, demonic Commanche? Hey, even the Apache feared those twisted killers.

So, ELO and confederates, you want to be friends with that kind of people, and I use that word lightly, who would peel the skin off your wife's head and slow roast your husband over a fire? You want to be friends with that?

No. When the War of Northern Aggression settled we were able to turn our Cav to the untamed Comanche, and beat them, utterly. Did they deserve it? They were evil, so yes. Was there a loss involved? Yes, there was. The finest light cavalry in all the world were reduced to welfare status, to say nothing of what's followed. Strip malls, anyone?

Regardless, Wild West Heroes fought in the Indian wars, along with malfeasants, and we honor the former.

Ride On,

LSP

Thursday, December 12, 2024

Opinel Knives Review

 



A few weeks ago my brother, who lives in the bustling Welsh port of Aberystwyth, sent me an Opinel No. 8 knife. What a good gift, sharp as you like carbon steel, simple, reliable, aesthetically Old Skool pleasing and just a great knife. I used to carry one in the British Army, back in the mists of time when there was such a thing, so you can add a nostalgia bonus to boot.


Typical Aberystwyth Street Scene

Nostalgia aside, these little knives actually work. Created in 1890 by Joseph Opinel, the knives were a hit and went through a couple of upgrades. Here's the marketing:


In 1890, Joseph Opinel turned 18 and worked in the family workshop. With a passion for new machines and innovative technologies, he built his own camera and soon became the photographer for weddings and special events in his area. Led by his passion for machinery and the manufacturing process, he decided to invent an object which he could manufacture using modern technology. Against his father's wishes, he spent most of his free time refining the shape and manufacturing of a small pocket knife: the Opinel No.08 was born!...

Originally, the Opinel knife had four components: the blade, the fixed ferrule, the rivet and the haft. The fixed ferrule was needed to firmly rivet the blade to the haft. In 1955, Marcel Opinel, who had been working on improving the safety of the knife, invented the Virobloc®system. He added a rotating ferrule which slid onto the fixed ferrule, closing the groove and thus locking the blade in the open position. The idea was simple enough but hard to achieve. In the 90’s, the Virobloc®system was modified to lock the blade in the closed position. This feature was added to all models in the early 2000's.

 

Well that's good to know and not wrong, the trademark rotating ferrule does do the business, no doubt about it, and the blades are keen. That in mind, Opinel knives were recognized by the UK's Victoria & Albert museum as "one of the most successful designs of all time," along with Rolex watches and the Porsche. 911. So now we know. Quite the classic, and the product lives up to its marketing, for a change.


That Good Old Rotating Ferrule

Sharp, I say again, handy, functional, no BS knives. For example: Maybe you carry a Spyderco, and they're great, I love them, but what happens when all those little screws fall out? Amazon Prime nightmare. You don't have that kind of issue with an Opinel and that's a plus, they're cheap, too, at 17 bucks for a No. 8. I liked mine so much that I bought a #9 and a #10.




Do women like them? Of course they do, we all do. Get one if you like or better yet, get a couple. Not pricey and they're the real deal.

Cheers,

LSP

Wednesday, December 11, 2024

Take The Money And Run

 



Just throwing it it out there.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Is Nikki Haley A Satan Witch?

 


Haley, apparently, ordered the Confederate flag to be removed from South Carolina's state capitol. What a total traitor. Now look at her, does she look like a human being or someone possessed by an unclean neocon spirit? 




Is Nikki a Satan Witch? You be the judge.

Out Demons Out,

LSP

Truck Update



You may remember, because utterly fascinating, that my rig shuddered and broke on the way to Dallas for Thanksgiving. Long story short, I made it to Dallas and the truck made it to Waxahachie Ford. OK, good thing Texas Farm Bureau Insurance covers a tow.

One expensive diagnosis later, I learned yesterday that cylinders 5, 6,  and 8 were losing compression and the "tech" recommended a new long block. Cost? A mere 16K. Whoa, the truck's not even worth that, so I said "no, I'll get it towed back to the Compound."

Where, let the reader understand, local mechs can drop in a new/refurbished engine at a fraction of the cost of Waxahachie Ford. Let's see how that goes. My instinct? Get the vehicle fixed, courtesy of Hill College Mech School, and then trade the beast in for a RAPTOR.



But perhaps you think a RAPTOR is inappropriate for a priest? Perhaps you have a point, though I urge you to think again. That aside, one reputable GeoStrat consultant offered this, "Buy new or, if you want, keep driving beaters. It's up to you, but if you buy new you're not inheriting someone else's problems. Think about that."

Well yes. Then again, getting a refurbished engine for around 4k and minimal labor, and then trading on makes sense to me, maybe give the rig to a Sergeant. But a new Raptor? They're beautiful, no doubt about it, and at >100k they'd better be. Huh. Instinct says get the thing fixed and buy used, but used well. Know what I mean?

Autozone,

LSP

Tuesday, December 10, 2024

Putting Up Christmas in Dallas

 




So what's it all about, so-called "LSP"? Good question, and I'll tell you. It's all about putting up Christmas at Ma LSP's HQ in Dallas. Tree, lights, angel, not fairy, and assorted ornaments. Some of them feel like old friends, though the oldest look too worn now to go up on the tree. Sic transit, and in fairness they date back to the '40s.




Of course Bark-Bark was a great help, and added to the luster of an ancient Moslem runner. I think it's Caucasian, but know nothing of rugs these days so perhaps it isn't. Ruggery aside, the dog was fascinated, and who can blame him?




In other news, rumors that Prince Harry is being deported to Net Zero, Bonkers Britain are just that, rumors. Not unlike photos of Obama et al at Diddy  parties, when you think on it. And there you have it, Christmas is up in Dallas.

Mission Accomplished,

LSP