Some people don't have much to say and what they do say is depressing, negative, boring and stupid. None of these things apply to LL, and I know this because he broke free of California and visited Texas this week.
The conversation was varied, ranging from drones and kukris to Atlantis, soteriology, and everything else in between. Of course most of this is classified, but not all; here's a paraphrase, as we were taking a break at the range.
"I say, old chap," I asked, adjusting the settings of my thermal visioning monocle, "What d'ye think of Preppers?"
"Preppers?" Growled LL, channeling General Patton, "I've always been a prepper, because I've always been prepared, but some of these guys are too narrow. Their plan lacks perspective."
"How's that?" I replied, cutting the head off a snake with a handy, razor sharp kukri.
"Well, I turn up at their fort with a canon, a Civil War cannon, that has a range of not much less than a mile, and I start pounding that compound with hot shot. What then? Yeah, maybe they run out, perhaps they sally forth. I want that, I want them in my kill box."
"A Civil War cannon?"
"Right. A Civil War cannon. Maybe a trebuchet. I could make both of them, so could you."
"So perhaps the redoubt should be underground?"
"Exactly."
After some ranging about we drove south to meet friendly forces. Rumors of hedgehogs are entirely without foundation.
Texas, which is perfect, is nonetheless a poorer place without LL.
God bless,
LSP