When Canons Are Roaring

 

It's not easy being a MONARCHIST these days. Perhaps it never was. Regardless, musical friends are learning this tune to produce on the world stage. Go for it, boys.

Push a Pike,

LSP

Scarlet Begonias & Fire

 

Ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves.

Then there's Bob Weir's shorts. Ignore them, get in the groove and thank God for his mercy. Speaking of which, picked up a valu pak of 9mm today. Time to take that little pistol out for a spin. Fire onna mountain style.

Cheers,

LSP

Ascension

 

It's the great and weirdly forgotten Feast of the Ascension today, which I hope you were able to celebrate with suitably Tridentine splendor. Speaking of which, our liturgy was simple. Just an oriented Low Mass, with no liturgical dance or wymxn priestesses, oddly, but it was comparatively well attended albeit a few notable absences.

where are they?

"Huh," I thought to myself, Sherlock Holmes style, "Where are they?" Good question, surely they weren't at Shooky's, which is a pleasant marina restaurant overlooking the lake. 

Shooky's

As you know, intuition is key in the detective trade and I followed it, arriving at Shooky's some 20 minutes after Mass. It's alright there, it has a resort marina friendly vibe and a great view of the lake, and the food's alright. I ordered catfish, onion rings, hush puppies and a plastic beaker of cold white wine. Nice. Next step?

A young Sarnt LSP with a young striper on the lake

Wander around jolly old Shooky's and look for the lost sheep of the house of Mission #2. Lo and behold, there they were, in the pool room. A grin, "Happy Feast of the Ascension! You do know the food here's even better after Mass." What can I say? Caught in the act, and a good time was had by all, what good people.

Oremus:

Concede, quaesumus, omnipotens Deus: ut, qui hodierna die Unigenitum tuum Redemptorem nostrum ad caelos ascendisse credimus, ipsi quoque mente in caelestibus habitemus.

Grant, we beseech Thee, almighty God, that we who believe Thine only-begotten Son, our Redeemer, to have this day ascended into heaven, may ourselves dwell in spirit amid heavenly things.

God bless you all,

LSP 

What A Gang Of Crooks

Per Wall Street Apes:

Everyone is paid off. We don’t have a Congress. We have a group of money laundering criminals

535 self enriching criminals taking legal bribes from their donors to steal our money is the dumbest form of government in existence. 95% should be in prison, not in Congress.

 

And we're paying for it at every turn. When, dear readers, is enough enough?

Your Cheery Pal,

LSP

PS.

Lest We Forget

 

Good old Melanie,

LSP

Memorial Day 2025

Thunder rolled like the sound of distant guns, a young buzzard picked at the carcass of an armadillo in the street and there you have it. A Memorial Day morning stroll down the sylvan boulevards of Olde Texas to the Pick 'n Steal, aka Shamrock filling station, for coffee and Marlboro Light Shorts. 

There'll be hamburgers on the grill later with good time to be had for all. That said, let's not forget the purpose of the day. Here's a short prayer from the 1928 BCP:

ALMIGHTY God, our heavenly Father, in whose hands are the living and the dead; We give thee thanks for all those thy servants who have laid down their lives in the service of our country. Amen

May they rest in peace and rise in glory,

LSP

Well That Was Fun

 

Here's what happened. We climbed into the rig and drove to Dallas to take care of business. Part of that involved picking up flowers for Ma LSP by way of Mothers Day and Birthday. And then? Fire up the grill and have at it, burgers. What an enjoyable evening.

The next day was all about USGOV in its local franchise and it wasn't bad, all things considered, though it left Mrs LSP hungry for tacos. Yes, street tacos, fancy tacos, any tacos would do. We found some just off the hideous Kennedy memorial in Dallas' attempt to build a tourist trap, it's deserted, failed "West End" restaurant strip. My dad used to love it there, and I thought of him as we got down on those tacos. They were pretty tasty, if pricey.

Next step? The Galleria. Far out, I hadn't been there since the '90s, but off we went down the Tollway and arrived at the objective. What was that? You ask with bated breath, H&M. Yep, H&M, and I tell you this, punters, the one on Regent Street's better. Don't ask me how I know. Both are cheap, fortunately.

Then back to Ma LSP's HQ for dinner. Was a good time had by all? It most assuredly was. More later as this exciting story develops.

Your Best Pal,

LSP

Storms

 

Storms whipped the flags as rain lashed down and we stood resolute on the porch, daring our Old Enemy the Weather to do its worst. It didn't, fortunately, but we were most definitely prepared, 5.56 style.

A friend from England, where self-defense is banned, wondered if AR 15s were much use against our climatic adversary. Sure they are, you can always shoot the rain. Then, almost as though it had never been, the storm retreated, beaten, no doubt, by Texan firepower and resolve. And the next day dawned.

Bright, crisp, clear perfection. If only, dear friends, it'd stay this way.

Franklins Tower & Gun Rights,

LSP

Freak Out

 

Do you remember the way it used to be, when someone you didn't like got elected into office? Sure, it wasn't easy but you got on with it and made the best of a bad day. Now? Not so much, you freak out, swallow your tongue, pull out your hair, break out in hives and torch the nearest convenient Tesla. Look, here's a video:

See what I'm saying?

Cheers,

LSP

Because Awesome

 

"On a Greyhound bus." I caught one in 1999, from Detroit to Dallas. Got off in Nashville and a passenger looked me up and down, "RagTag bobtail!" She had a point, I was wearing an RAF greatcoat, I think it was winter. The rest is history.

Your Pal,

LSP

Just For Kix

Yes, typical sea scenes. Who wins, dog or monkey? Your call.

Cave,

LSP

Some Kind of Joke?

 

So James Comey, former head of the FBI, was walking along a beach in somewhere inconsequential like Delaware and saw all these sea shells lined up spelling 86 47. The ex-Stasi  supremo posted this kill message on Insta, of all places.

NWO Mountebank

Leaving aside Comey's curious addiction to Instagram, what was he thinking? That it was somehow OK to broadcast an 86 POTUS message to all the world, on the internet? Apparently so. I call hubris and fondly imagine Kash and Bondi bringing this loathsome Deep State, Illuminati shill to justice. Don't hold your breath.

In other news, Leftists are enraged, shrieking, swallowing their tongues and breaking out in hives at the advent of white South Africans being granted refugee status in this country. You'll note The Episcopal Church (TEC) is especially upset about this. Go figure. But what can I say?

We are all Rhodesians now,

LSP