See you at the dam Club,
LSP
Just seems appropriate right about now and thanks Wild, for the tip. That in mind, are you on or off the dam bus?
Well look what happens, you take a couple of days of to celebrate a Rodeo Wedding and look at this, LA erupts in fiery peaceful protests against illegal criminals being arrested for being, you know, criminals who broke the law.
Evidently EL SENOR sent in the Guard and a battalion of Marines from Pendleton. Corrupt haircut Newscum's blaring out FASCISM! and BRING IT ON and perhaps SENOR will, they spit, we hit style. I hope so, it'd be satisfying to see tax-funded Marxists thrown in gaol for being the rainbow Bolsheviks they are.
Regardless, while paid astroturf Bolsheviks attempted to relive the hideous storming of the Summer Palace and failed, I celebrated a wedding. It was a cowboy thing, most seriously, and beautiful with it. What a great result. But here's the thing.
Does the DNC really think that going hard on open borders is going to win them votes? By the same token, since when did a country having a border make that country Fascist? I tell you, punters, all five of you, they've been driven insane by Satan.
Word to the wise. The hydra-headed Serpent has a habit of discarding its toys.
PS. Wholesome:
Well look at that, an hanging fern, damme.
Yet more of them. A veritable deluge.
A friend texted me, "Is this Ante Bellum?" I replied, "No, more like 1910." Era Discipline you see, but perhaps you're wondering, "Does the irregular if prestigious DLC (Dallas Light Cavalry) allow wymxn into its midst?" No, of course we don't, but there is a Lady's Side, and a powerful one.
All this to say nothing of the RHA, which used to be a combat unit with a ceremonial side, being 50% wymxn. Canons are roaring, right? More on the UK's pathetic DEI defense capability and preposterous belligerent grandstanding later. But I will say this. Would any of you sacrifice a single penny or drop of blood to defend the UK as she now is? Let's see how how UK recruitment figures are stacking up.
LSP
Ooof! USS Harvey Milk, the gayest ship that ever there was, is being renamed per Pete Hegseth's orders. What will the ship be called going forward? Who knows, maybe USS Patton, Jackson or Lee. Whatev, here's Zero:
Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth has ordered US Navy ship be renamed so it no longer honors a gay rights activist. Springing into action, Navy Secretary John Phelan has assembled a working group to come up with a new name for what is now the USNS Harvey Milk, and they're expected to announce the new honoree by the end of the month.
"[Secretary Hegseth] is committed to ensuring that the names attached to all DOD installations and assets are reflective of the Commander-in-Chief’s priorities, our nation’s history, and the warrior ethos," said Pentagon spokesman Sean Parnell. Pentagon sources tell various outlets the move was deliberately timed to coincide with Pride Month. Earlier this year, Hegseth summarized his campaign to overhaul the military's culture: “No more pronouns, no more climate change obsessions, no more emergency vaccine mandates, no more dudes in dresses."
In related news, recruitment figures are way up. Wow, quelle tremendous surprise. You can read all about it on the Internet.
Cheers,
LSP
So what's going on at the Compound? Good question. Power washing the back deck with a Hyper Tough pressure washer. Wow, watch that grime get washed away.
Next step? Sand the ancient timbers of the deck or merely cover them with a stained seal? Dunno, let's see what kind of wisdom prevails. In the meanwhile, it's all going on here, and that's no bad thing.
Next installment in this thrilling episode of Southern Country Home? HANGING FERNS. Stay tuned, punters.
Your Best Pal,
LSP
Do you remember the POC puke who stabbed a boy because, how dare he, suggested the holy, sacrosanct, protected POC move his seat? Sure you do, Carmelo Anthony took a knife to a High Scool seating arrangement. Read all about it on the internet and I hope the family of the teen who was killed by this black savage gets justice and recompense.
In other news, Ukraine launched a massive strike against Russia's nuclear bomber fleet, Mrs LSP is urging me to practice "Ring of Fire" and Kier Starmer, the UK's hated leaderene, is telling Brits to stand by for war-fighting "readiness." Excuse me, with what army? Surely not another excuse to raise taxes.
Regardless, here at the Compound we're renewing fishing licenses, clipping hedges, growing tomato vines, getting Letters of Introduction and all of that. What can I say?
Clubland forever,
LSP
What does the Demon want? Trans rights, Bolshevikism, insane men in your daughter's bathroom, moar tax, race war, no borders, your erasure as a people under the guise of tolerance. Oh, and no Christianity. Russia's against this so we're fighting it, because fighting Russia always goes well. Dear friends, maybe this time will be the exception.
Discuss.
Your Anti-Pedo Pal,
LSP
A few years ago and there I was, riding with my boys in a beautiful arena. They rode well, I tell you, then exited stage left. Time for me to open up the throttle and run hell for leather around the track, which I did.
Dear readers, all two you, please understand that this was like taking a Maserati out for a a spin; Randy was/is a PRA barrel horse, notorious for throwing careless riders. "Hey, man, take it easy, don't fall off," Did I? No, I did not, much to PRA amazement. On the contrary, we sped along as one.
What a lot of fun and guess what, the kids, bless 'em, rode like buddha pros.
Your Best Pal,
LSP
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
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
"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.
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?
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