Clubland (An LSP Sermonette)

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Welcome to the end of June 2024

Caption: “A man should look as though he has chosen his clothes with intelligence, put them on with care, and then forgotten all about them.” The source: Sir Hardy Amies, dressmaker for Queen Elizabeth II.

Our very own Lonestar Parson (LSP) is obsessed with traditional British clubs (port and cigars in the drawing room after dinner). I’m not anti-club, but it’s more his thing than mine. But if I were to frequent a traditional British club, it would be a club of my design. First, it should be a floating club-powered pleasure barge to cruise the Thames. Anything less is not good enough. Anyone can have brick-and-mortar.

The concept (White Cliffs of Dover in background) has to rely heavily on glass, white, and gold because nothing says Trump, or LSP like a lot of actual gold.

I hear you saying this is not typical of the Virtual Mirage Blog. Is anything typical of VM? If it is, I must up my game and develop something more unique.

Clubs (a sermonette)

Al Kirk, who follows this blog, sent me a back-channel message. He read on the news about the arrests of several Bakersfield Hells Angels Motorcycle Club Chapter members for various offenses. He was taken by the fact that several of the arrested had Spanish surnames and were older than he’d expected. He asked for my reflection on MC’s relationships with Mexican drug cartels and the changing nature of criminal activity within 1%er bike organizations.

When I was first undercover in the Hessians MC (circa 1992), they had a clubhouse in the basement of a Christian Church, a subset of the Trinity Broadcasting Network based in Orange County, CA. Because it was a “church,” it was exempt from law enforcement surveillance. Those rules changed eight years later after the 9/11 attacks, but going undercover in a church was legally complicated in 1992-3, even though the clubhouse was separate from the worship area. Offerings were counted in the basement, and the Hessians provided security for the cash donations, many of which arrived by mail.

The Hessians provided muscle for the pastor at times. Also, they went to the giant Trinity Broadcasting Auditorium in Costa Mesa when the pastor preached and appealed to the gullible public that he needed more money to reach out to sinners. The camera would pan across fifty Hessians in full colors. There were also ‘Jesus bikers’ who wore Servants for Christ colors. They were a feeder group for the Hessians, as were the Nuggets and other bike clubs. Members of those clubs who showed promise were invited to ride as prospects with the Hessians (no top or center patch – only a bottom rocker). Sometimes, the Hessians were asked to help open envelopes and strip them for cash. Usually, the envelopes held requests for prayer on behalf of an ill family member or for some other reason. Those went in the trash, and the money went into a bin and was taken to be counted. The Hessians who were strung out on meth didn’t participate in this activity. Half a dozen of us counted as reliable were selected to help and paid for a shift. It was like $100 cash.

The Pastor was Mexican American, and much of his congregation were homeless people and illegal aliens who lived in the Central Anaheim and Garden Grove area. A bus picked them up for services and provided a sack lunch (McDonalds) in exchange for their attendance, where they were photographed while finding God. The Hessians, who were all white, didn’t have a problem with this. The clubhouse was useful; they exchanged sanctuary from police scrutiny for support.

The Hessians drove the Hell’s Angels out of Orange County from March 7, 1968, until circa 1996. Rusty Combs, former Sergeant at Arms for the Hessians, started an HA Chapter there. HA — Berdoo, Bakersfield, San Fernando Valley, and other chapters initially accepted Hispanic members. When he formed the Orange County Chapter, he incorporated primarily members of the Vagos (mixed white and Hispanic bike gang) and a few renegade Hessians.

Bikers cooked their meth. They didn’t do business with Mexican cartels. Sometimes there were swaps with cartels – meth for ecstasy (MDMA). The bikers sold the MDMA to rave organizers who peddled it to children and teens. At the lower levels, they occasionally clashed over turf, but those weren’t patched members – they were minions recruited through Servants for Christ and others who did the dirty work. When I was U/C in the Hessians, some factions of the MC dealt drugs while others didn’t.  There were clear distinctions. Those factions also often dealt with stolen motorcycles, wholesaling stolen parts from club retail outlets. In my time, the Riverside County (RIVCO) faction of the West Coast Hessians was the most active in the sales of narcotics, and they clashed with the HA Berdoo Chapter once or twice over turf.

The Las Vegas Chapter was active in cooking and selling meth to negroes in North Las Vegas through intermediaries. Usually, there were no patched members engaged in actual sales. The proxies were more effective and worked for the product.

I don’t write about specifics here or in my stories because many of those people are still alive. However, the novel Exiles from Eden, which is based on a true story, does include a bit about biker groups. You might find it interesting if you have read my other stories and novels. It’s a pitch to plug a book shamelessly.

Today, the same pastor is preaching and raising money at the church. His face is heavily tattooed now, which may appeal more viscerally to the donor class. They made a YouTube video in 2017. After seeing the video, you may want to send a contribution/love offering, and it’s up to you.

You can also buy carbon credits from the White Wolf Mine. I accept one-ounce gold Krugerrands. If you buy the Carbon Swaps, you may save the planet. Be heroic! Send me gold for your certificate of carbon swap (suitable for framing to display your virtue to all who visit you).


Back to the LSP Club Scene (left): I’ve been to dinner with the LSP siblings at Mother LSP’s home, where she sets a very formal table. No less could be expected at an LSP club.


Bullet Points:

** Finally, rockets have tail fins and land perpendicularly, as God and Robert Heinlein intended. The sermonette continues…

**The Vision of Self-Determination

“First say to yourself what you would be, and then do what you have to do.” — Epictetus

Epictetus advises us to first define our goals and aspirations before taking action. This principle underscores the importance of having a clear vision for our lives and the determination to pursue it.

Imagine setting a specific goal for who you want to become and taking deliberate steps to achieve it. This clarity of purpose guides your actions and decisions, ensuring they align with your ultimate aspirations.

In our fast-paced world, this lesson reminds us to step back and reflect on our true desires. We can create a focused and intentional path forward by defining our goals.

Embrace this mindset: clearly articulate your goals and consistently act on them. Doing so builds a life that reflects your highest values and ambitions.

I realize that this is a polemic, but it’s the sermonette.

** This video may appeal to the ammosexuals among you. Your tax dollars at work.

** You cannot see what you don’t look for, and you cannot look for what you don’t believe in.

** A family who thought their dad was doing a great job of mocking Pedo Joe during the debate was actually having a stroke.


For the Sake of the Sermonette


Movie Review: Horizon


I spent $10 for a matinee ticket to see the new Costner Blockbuster, Horizon. The first installment cost $100 million to produce and will be followed only weeks later by its sequel. You may have seen headlines where Costner bluntly revealed he spent $38 million of his cash to get the movie series made, an unusually candid disclosure from an A-lister who has been forced to bet on himself.

The actors are drawn from A-listers and Yellowstone familiars, so I gave it two stars for the actors only. The acting was solid, especially Kevin Costner’s. However, the storyline was hard to follow, and there was no lead character(s) to tie into the overarching saga. There are four plot lines so far in the three-hour-long episode one. Costner shows up about an hour into the piece. The plot lines are jumbled, and it’s difficult to follow the action. For a three-hour movie, there was no cliffhanger that made you interested enough to sit through another three hours of mass confusion for the rest of the saga.

The cinematography was good but laced with AI, which you could tell was AI. They filmed it in Arizona, and they got the history wrong. The Apaches in the film don’t look or fight like Apaches (they are supposed to be White Mountain Apaches). The Army camp at Camp Verde doesn’t look like Camp Verde (not far from where I live at the White Wolf Mine). The massacre in the opening scenes was supposed to be Bloody Basin, but the history was 100% off.  They’ve changed the names around, but it doesn’t work. They used firearms introduced following the Civil War into the 1862 period and somehow turned Colt’s Dragoons into handguns that fired fixed ammunition instead of cap/ball. There are many problems with the history, and I had an eye-roll about every ten minutes of the three-hour film. I didn’t have that problem with the film 1883, for example.

The film is filled with the wrong stuff, and I kept asking myself, “What just happened?” as they shifted from one storyline to another. It may have been an editing problem, but for $100 million, you’d think the QA would have been more spot-on. Even though this is like ripping a bandaid off, Kevin Costner should have let Taylor Sheridan write the film. 

Will I return to the theater to see episodes two and three? No, they’ll be on Netflix soon, and I’ll watch them there (maybe).


What does pride mean to you? This is what it means to Jordan Peterson:

“Tolerance of vice is not a virtue, and pride is a vice.”


A Cautionary Note that Rental Equipment may not be Fully Functional


She should never sit on a judicial bench.


Identify the Aircraft




Its development was aimed at usage during colonial conflicts.




This could be a tough one so a hint: It started life as a glider…


Emotional Support Jellyfish?

(parting shots)


When schoolchildren need a liberal friend and role model, it floats on the current, is toxic, and is nothing

but a giant stomach. There is nothing more woke to aspire to than a jellyfish. Many of them find permanent homes

in the US Congress.



In California, the State is issuing a warning to democrats.




64 thoughts on “Clubland (An LSP Sermonette)

  1. Identify the Aircraft:
    1. Ilyushin Il-28 Beagle
    2. Fairchild XC-120 Packplane
    3. Potez 75
    4. de Havilland Don
    5. Ilyushin Il-4 Bob
    6. Chase XC-123A

  2. Shame about “Horizon”, was thinking it was going to be an epic western drama. Not that I wouldn’t watch Horizon purely for decompression time if it shows up on Prime). Does prove that we can’t be or do everything even if steeped in it. Sheridan can write, so yeah, correct, should have had him do it. Thing is, in his prolific brain he writes a lot of real life stuff sprinkled with drama dust. For instance, Yellowstone is NOT ranching, or certainly not real scratching the earth ranching…but it does have it’s appeal to the masses, which is the point…and he got the details correct. Watched S1 of The Mayor of Kingstown…I like Renner, good man…but serious raw dirty city life surrounding a few solid intertwined concepts (eg. prison reform being one). Watched thru the season because I wanted to see where it was going…but won’t watch S2 or S3…need to think on nicer things these days.

    Appreciate you taking one for the team, hopefully the Movie Theater Popcorn was as it should be.
    The Honorable and Courageously Direct Sen. Kennedy- Where are these people coming from? Seems we have more than ever. Yeah, stupid question…but, geez…is this woman an operative or so demented she can’t give a simple straight answer to a simple direct question while acting like she’s the smartest person in the room?

    1. PS. LSP proves one can be a Pastor or Priest and still be righteously direct when calling out the “Give Us Barabbas!” rabble.

    2. I dipped a freshly baked soft pretzel into jalapeno cheese instead of popcorn. Ever since Corn Pop, popcorn hasn’t tasted right to me. The pretzel was delicious, and I finished it before the previews of coming attractions ended.

      1. Too bad they don’t offer free refills on the pretzel snack. But now you’ve done it…still have a few Schwan’s soft pretzels in the freezer and a jar of Tostido’s cheese goo in the fridge, might be on the docket for this evenings fodder…and I don’t have to stand in line.

        Movie Theaters are going by way of the Dodo…they’ve wrecked their business model and industry with their Social Justice woke malarkey.

        1. Free refill pretzels would have been — ugly. I’m sure that I could have consumed four or five during the three-hour movie. Given that I’m in workout and diet mode for combat, exercising hard and dropping weight, it would have disrupted my program severely. One was bad enough…but I could justify it.

          1. To me, it’s being able to stop, rewind, take a bathroom break, fix some snacks, talk about what just happened, and then continue. Without having to deal with other people and filthy theaters.

  3. The proposed pleasure barge not like VM?????? Poppycock. With L-L telling stories Marlow-like in the cigar lounge, it would be the very model of a modern major pleasure barge.

      1. They would, Surly. So long as the water toys carried in its belly were also up to snuff. I doubt I could afford to fill the beast’s diesel bunkers once. Or are they gas turbines running Navy Distillate?

  4. Speaking of movies and TV series Ms. HogsbreathSS got me hooked on the “Chosen” series about a month ago. There’s a four-part series called, “Jonathan plays Jesus” I watched Thursday night all the way through and highly recommend for any of you that have seen the show. It’s about the private life struggles that the main character finds himself in playing the role of Jesus in the show. Side note I had no idea that Alice Cooper was saved! I won’t give out any more spoiler alerts but I just wanted to throw that in the mix for today.

    1. Ok, I’m an idiot…Episode 1 watched…how have I not watched this before? Incredibly done. Thx HBSS, and I vaguely recall EdB suggesting it moons ago. Glad I got up today and dove into VM.

  5. Horizon. My better half wants to see it and already has our theater tickets for this coming week. Alrighty then. I can’t help but be reminded the movie. “The Alamo” about which John Wayne was also very passionate. He directed, produced, and starred. I found parts of that movie to be rather clumsy and awkward.
    Stick to what you’re good at, hire the right people to do the rest.

    1. Let me know what you think here on VM. It’s fine to disagree with my scoring. The history part…pfft. Costner should have had people to keep him straight.

      1. Wife and I saw the movie on Tuesday (7/2). It seems to me that Costner was trying to create a saga about an era a la James Michener, using multiple story lines a la Tom Clancy. I could follow the story lines OK, but the chronology became clunky. Early on, two opening scenes have dates sub-titled, 1859, then 1863. After that, nothing. Not saying there should have been more dates, just that the transitions from one story line to the next left me hanging. Some time has passed. How long? Months? Years? What is the chronological relation to the story line we just left?

        The massacre scene was over done. Not because it was graphic, it just went on and on. The shot of the entire town burning as one huge fire looked cheesy. Also the scene where Hayes Ellison winds up shooting Caleb Sykes–just seems too long and drawn out.
        There first technology glitch I saw was the reticle in the surveyor’s transit–nice modern Duplex reticle. Leupold?
        The use of the word “indigenous” for that time period was like a needle dragged across and LP.
        I liked the dialog between Colonel Houghton and Sgt. Major Riorden about the settlers coming out west. Also liked Sgt. Major Riorden explaining the cloth flowers to Mrs Kittredge.

        1. SGTMAJ Riordens blouse coat had orange piping (dragoons) with yellow chevrons (cavalry) from a later era, which worked for me except that the uniforms were off-the-shelf new and not faded to light blue the way they did when exposed to the Arizona Sun for a long time. I followed the different story lines but they were choppy and with the exception of the romance between between Sienna Miller and Sam Worthington, were not well developed.

  6. in re “sermonette”
    at 80(+) you might, every so often, have a tendency to look back upon your goals (as established 60, 65 years ago) and the actions you took to achieve them (most often just prior to putting your head upon the pillow)
    And you say to yourself, “And then He intervened.”
    I think I can count upon the fingers of one hand the number of films made in the last 20 (or more) years that I would spend more than 2¢ (or five minutes) to see; the art of cinematography is rapidly decomposing to become another fossil fuel in California.

    1. …the art of cinematography is rapidly decomposing…”. Agreed. Watched the trailer for “The Caine Mutiny Court-Martial” mostly out of morbid curiosity. Nope. Just another thinned out, over dramatized, artificial sweetener version of a classic, trying, and failing, to stand in the Classic’s shadow.

    2. My goal was to be an engineer. I went to the University of Michigan college of engineering. I dropped out for lack of funds. I then faced the draft and enlisted in the Air Force. But not as an engineer. When I got out, I needed a job and that turned out to be in an automotive plant as a factory rat. But that and my Air Force education got me entry into skill trades. And when that job closed I had the qualifications to be an automation engineer and pursued that. Somehow or other, I lucked into doing what I wanted to do all along. Or God had a hand in it.

      1. You plus God…He can’t steer a parked car and you took the steps forward where some get paralyzed and He can’t work if you put yourself on the bench, gotta step up to the plate and swing away. (can I possibly get any more metaphors in one sentence?)

        1. very interesting:
          בָּרוּך אַתָּה אַדָנָי אֱלהֵינוּ מֶלֶך הָעוֹלָם הָמוֹציא לֶחם מן הַארץ
          Baruch ata Adonai, Eloheinu Melech ha-olam, hamotzi lechem min ha’aretz.
          Blessed are Thou, O Lord our God, King of the universe, who bringst forth bread from the earth.
          “You plus God…”
          He turns the seed into a sheaf of wheat, but it’s up to us to plant the seed, fertilize it, weed the area … and bake the bread … and witness and understand this miracle.
          My semonette; hope LL doesn’t mind.

      2. Retired as Navy EMCS(SS), hired on to Nucor Steel as maintenance electrician. Most of job was automation to keep operators from breaking equipment. Was quit a challenge at times and paid much better than military. finally retired from there after 20 and have enjoyed being retired for last 8 years

  7. I wouldn’t want to be responsible for keeping all that floating club barge stuff clean, polished and shiny in London. It would be dirty as soon as you stopped for lunch break. But as a guest, it would be great.
    Thanks LL for the great background info on the MC world. I can see there is much more to know.
    The jellyfish would make for a complicated school pet. Perhaps poisonous shell fish would be a better choice.

  8. The problem with reading virtual mirage is that I get lost in the links and forget where I was and don’t come back immediately .
    Also, I will think of a comment and by the time I get down to the comments I have forgotten it. So in this case I’m going to just make a comment not having read the rest of the post.

    Would you please post a highly accurate representation of a White Wolf Mine Carbon Credit for examination before purchase?

        1. Heh, good one Ed. LL- I’m guessing somewhere in the ballpark of a buck two-eighty…or thereabouts, kinda sorta maybe.

  9. Some days I’m just not motivated, or the 3AM wake up for some unknown reason tanks the batteries…so taking the rest of the day off and forgoing taco’s with friends (which may put me back in the camp nowhere near the stove as it’s a major faux pas)….but re-read your Sermonette:

    “In our fast-paced world, this lesson reminds us to step back and reflect on our true desires. We can create a focused and intentional path forward by defining our goals. Embrace this mindset: clearly articulate your goals and consistently act on them. Doing so builds a life that reflects your highest values and ambitions.”

    Spot on and Peterson-esque. Thing is Dad drilled that concept into us boys heads, usually along the lines of: “The world owes you nothing; it’s up to you to make something of yourself. Set goals then work to achieve them, because if you don’t have a plan of where and what you want you’ll definitely end up somewhere…and it won’t be where you expected or wanted.”
    -Still do that each day/week/month…it stuck.

    1. Paul M, why is it dads get to be philosopher kings and we don’t understand, or appreciate until we are long gone from the nest and the time for dad closes too quickly and we don’t mine that relevant wisdom when we should have have more time to talk and argue his thesis?

      1. Sometimes it takes a while for dads words of wisdom to sink in I guess, at least for me it did. Not a lunkhead, but certainly happy go lucky. Found out as I got a little older that dad was also a person, those more adult conversations were eye opening. Maybe men were built differently a generation or two back. Maybe tech has watered down maleness.

  10. My dear RHSM, you’re always more than welcome at MA LSP HQ or indeed our own Mess in Hill County.

    The thing with clubs…

    1. We love them.

    2, We love them and 3. We love them.

    But you’ll note, “I’d like to meet his tailor” and “Lee ho Fooks.”

    Trader Vic’s is essentially gone.

    See you in Whitehall.

  11. Goals?
    I never knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. Fireman? Policeman? Soldier? Doctor? Mechanic?
    SATs got me accepted to the university of my choice.
    Meanwhile, I attended JC and took various jobs- auto parts counterman, chicken fryer, warehouseman etc.
    After a couple years I landed an entry-level job at the local hospital, worked my way up as opportunities became available.
    I eventually decided the medical industry wasn’t for me. Started taking night school classes in metal trades technology and found them congenial.
    In 1980 I was hired as a general machinist. Experience on the shop floor enabled advancement to setup man, tooling, inspection, production planning, quality management.
    Over the years I performed my jobs with diligence and dedication; I was at home in this environment.

    And then, I found out what I wanted to be:

      1. X2 to that Ed. Looking forward to”Hungry Ghosts” though.😉 Currently I have two books I’m reading and just finished “Amercan Cesar” for the second time. Correction three… if you count the Bible.

          1. Unless you’re reading the Septuagint, which means SEVENTY, you can pick up four more books just that fast!

  12. PS. Love the nautical club. It says “Jules Verne” and “Splendour.”

    Unlike, say, Archbishop Justsin Welby, who is another thing altogether, even if he somehow managed to creep into the Trav.

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