Showing posts with label Detroit dystopia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Detroit dystopia. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Suicidal Robots



Via Zerohedge: "We were promised flying cars, instead we got suicidal robots."

You can read all about the suicidal Knightsbridge K5 security bot over at Zero and while you're at it, ponder the glorious future we were promised.




Leisure and prosperity for all.




A bit like the priestess movement. 




That was going to fill the pews.




But didn't.




In other news, Mr. Trump has told the CIA to stop giving guns and ammo to the Jihad. About bloody time.

Santiago Matamoros,

LSP

Saturday, February 14, 2015

God Bless Guns


I drove out to see a parishioner yesterday and bless his guns. He's afraid that things will get bad and prepares accordingly. You might call him a "prepper." Part of that, for him, means a lot of custom AR15s and a couple of AR10s.

New York Times New World Order

Some people scoff at that in their New York Timesy condescension. "Look, what a stupid prepper," they sneer, "he probably thinks the government is too big and massively in debt. I bet he doesn't even believe in Global Warming. What an ignorant fool."

This Will Never Happen Here, in America

Well who'll be laughing when the grid goes down and you have to shoot to protect yourself and your family? Not my friend. He gave me a Primary Arms red dot in exchange for the blessing and promises to upgrade my AR.

Gabriel Possenti is the Patron Saint of shooters, in case you're interested.

LSP

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Bank Fishing the Detroit River and Lake Erie


Some people might argue that there isn't a lot to do in Windsor, Ontario, but they'd be wrong. You can go fishing on the Detroit river. Not having access to a boat - sort it out - I resorted to bank fishing. There's ready access to the river by the Ambassador Bridge and Langlois and Riverside, which is where I went.

Matty Moroun

I found the Bridge best, with lots of fish breaking the surface and one toxic looking catfish(?) following my 10" red plastic worm into the bank, only to sniff at it lazily and drift away. So, long story short, I didn't catch anything but had fun trying. 

"I just throw everything I've got in, eh."

Perhaps I was using the wrong lures and bait; word to the wise, there's plenty of minnows schooling by the bank so it's probably a good idea to take a bait net and use those. Next time. Regardless, it was neat to gaze out across the water at the seemingly normal face of Detroit but no foolin', it's a jungle out there.

Erieau Beach

Made it out to Erieau beach too and took the young 'uns for a bit of rod & reel fun on the promontory leading to the "light house". A beautiful, uncrowded beach, not dissimilar to Rehoboth but without the boardwalk, buildings, crowds and marauding gangs of tackheads that make the commercial Atlantic coast a misery. Well done Canada, you haven't wrecked Erieau.

Catch Some Fish! Or Try...

Annoyingly, the promontory was being over fished by the Japanese, who had a weird monopoly on the place. They trolled away and caught the occasional small mouth Bass, which they put in plastic buckets. Still, we cast away and got a few bites but no strikes. As with the Detroit river, fun trying.

It's not over, fish. (Spot the derelict train station)

Fish, you won this time. Don't get complacent.

Cheers,

LSP