Showing posts with label Bush War. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bush War. Show all posts

Sunday, October 31, 2021

Rhodesia

 


And so we come to Rhodesia, a beautiful country which was destroyed by Marxism. Apparently Great Britain was alright with that.






Dear God, what a betrayal of a country. And prosperous, civilized Rhodesia became sh*thole Zimbabwe. Not dissimilar, when you think about it, to our cities and way of life. It all used to be civilized, gentle, and now it's not. What's happened?



Anyone for PT?


A gang of crazed Marxists backed by psycho/sociopaths in suits and their dupe shills have been and are waxing large. Great will be the fall of them. In  the meanwhile, if these clowns think the USA is a rerun of Rhodesia, they'd better think again.

Your Friend,

LSP

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Grey's Scouts Ride On



We think, understandably, that horse cavalry's a thing of the past but it wasn't in Rhodesia in its courageous if doomed Bush War in the 1970s.

Facing a shortage of vehicles, petrol and the logistical reality of having to operate in rugged terrain, Rhodesian security forces raised an experimental unit of horse infantry, MIU (Mounted Infantry Unit) to take the war to the enemy.



The MIU proved successful despite initial criticism from units such as the Rhodesian Light Infantry and SAS. By 1975 the MIU had produced tangible results, the experiment worked:

The intimidating psychological effect on terrorist and tribesman alike of the man on the horse quickly gained the MIU a hard reputation and led to a widespread respect for the 'Mahout'. The sight of a horseman, with rifle levelled, crashing through the mealies towards a terrorist was more than enough to terrify the most hard-core commissar (leaders of terrorist gangs styled themselves 'political commissars').




The MIU became the Grey's Scouts, named after Captain Grey who raised cavalry against the wizard rebellion in Matabeleland in 1896, and fought with distinction.




Horse soldiering's made a comeback since the 1970s, not least in central North Texas where membership in irregular mounted units under the honorary colonelcy of First Lady Melania is both prized and sought after.

Thanks, Mattexian, for the reminder.

Ride On,

LSP

Saturday, March 10, 2018

The Ontological Argument



The Selous Scout video came to an end and I looked at Blue Ontology and he looked at me. We were on the porch, the Compound's front office, and it was already getting hot, being March in Texas. 


Blue Philosopher looked me in the eye and softly growled, "Master, I've rephrased the Ontological Argument."

"Oh, you have, have you? Fur head."
"Don't call me 'fur head', your Eminence, I'm excited by modal possibility."


Note Shadow Wolf


So much for a pleasant morning sipping strong covfefe and watching the Bush War, in which a country was sold down the river by the West into the hands of Marxist savages. I prepared myself for a canine discourse; sure enough, it came.

"You see, Parson, Anselm can be re-imagined like this!" exclaimed the four legged philosopher.


"If God exists then he has necessary existence. Either God has necessary existence or he doesn't, and if God doesn't have necessary existence, then he necessarily doesn't exist. "Are you with me?" 

I grunted, idly cleaning the gas block of an FN/FAL (SLR/L1A1). My furry intellectual continued.

"Therefore, either God has necessary existence, or he necessarily doesn't, and if God necessarily doesn't have necessary existence, then he necessarily doesn't exist. Therefore, either God has necessary existence, or he necessarily doesn't exist."

Ontology


The dog paused while I reflected on the pros and cons of gas impingement v. piston, "Carry on." He did, I couldn't stop him.

"Master, it is not the case that God necessarily doesn't exist. Therefore God has necessary existence and if God has necessary existence, then God exists. Therefore God exists!"

He sat back, satisfied with his logic and doubtless expecting an ontological "treat." I looked him in the eye, "So, you've been reading Plantinga again, have you? Well, I must say it makes a welcome change from Jan Hus."


Milk Bone

And for that he got a bone, a milk bone. It seemed necessary at the time.



Your Pal,

LSP

Saturday, September 10, 2016

The Old Deplorables


The Old Deplorable

Rumors that "The Old Deplorables," an all arms mobile strike force (AAMSF), are moving in the direction of Martha's Vineyard under the leadership of an unnamed member of the intelligence community, are unconfirmed.



No sleep till the Vineyard!

LSP