A Good Friday

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It’s good Friday. I hope that it’s a good Friday for each of you. Possibly even a morning of contemplation is in order. Every sunrise is different. Every sunrise is perfect. There is no such thing as an imperfect sky. Think of that on Easter, too.

It starts like this with the most important meal of the day. And while I realize that some of you may not like this sort of breakfast, I think that most of you will agree that it’s the right way to get the motor running.  For the record, I also like a proper English breakfast with bangers, a roasted tomato, mushrooms, eggs poached in boiling water with vinegar to bind the egg white, beans on toast, and maybe a kipper. But it’s tough to get it done well anywhere but England. The beans for beans-on-toast are different there. You have to move heaven and Earth to get them here in the Lower 48. It’s like KP Brown Sauce. Tough to find in the US.

In Mexico I either order divorciados or a hurache. I love breakfast in Mexico, in much the same way that I’m a big fan of Mexican cooking in general.

In Hillsboro, Texas, go to Monte’s, 116 N Waco St, Hillsboro, TX 76645 (with LSP and his son if he’s in town) and get their take on breakfast which splits the difference between Mexico and the US in true Tex/Mex fashion. Decent food at a decent price.

Wolves Get Big

This is Jules’ wolf, Lucifer. He’s still a puppy. Her son, Harrison, is holding him. Harrison is over six feet tall. Not to worry, they’re both members of the same pack.

Sci-Fi Reading

I’ve found that reading science fiction has worked well as the Chinese Plague and its impact thunders on. Here are a few books that you might want to consider:

STARFISH (trilogy), by Peter Watts –

A huge international corporation has developed a facility along the Juan de Fuca Ridge at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean to exploit geothermal power. They send a bio-engineered crew–people who have been altered to withstand the pressure and breathe the seawater–down to live and work in this weird, fertile undersea darkness.

Unfortunately the only people suitable for long-term employment in these experimental power stations are crazy, some of them in unpleasant ways. How many of them can survive, or will be allowed to survive, while worldwide disaster approaches from below?

FALLEN DRAGON, by Peter F. Hamilton –

In the distant future, corporations have become sustainable communities with their own militaries, and corporate goals have essentially replaced political ideology. On a youthful, rebellious impulse, Lawrence joined the military of a corporation that he now recognizes to be ruthless and exploitative. His only hope for escape is to earn enough money to buy his place in a better corporation. When his platoon is sent to a distant colony to quell a local resistance effort, it seems like a stroke of amazing fortune, and Lawrence plans to rob the colony of their fabled gemstone, the Fallen Dragon, to get the money he needs. However, he soon discovers that the Fallen Dragon is not a gemstone at all, but an alien life form that the local colonists have been protecting since it crashed in their area. Now, Lawrence has to decide if he will steal the alien to exploit the use of its inherent biotechnical processes — which far exceed anything humans are capable of — or if he will help the Resistance get the alien home.

MATTER, by Iain M. Banks

In a world renowned even within a galaxy full of wonders, a crime within a war. For one man it means a desperate flight, and a search for the one – maybe two – people who could clear his name. For his brother it means a life lived under constant threat of treachery and murder. And for their sister, even without knowing the full truth, it means returning to a place she’d thought abandoned forever.

Only the sister is not what she once was; Djan Seriy Anaplian has changed almost beyond recognition to become an agent of the Culture’s Special Circumstances section, charged with high-level interference in civilizations throughout the greater galaxy.

Concealing her new identity – and her particular set of abilities – might be a dangerous strategy, however. In the world to which Anaplian returns, nothing is quite as it seems; and determining the appropriate level of interference in someone else’s war is never a simple matter.

The Radical Left

Those who would disarm us, have not yet undertaken the UK’s decision to remove all knives from the public domain. But rest assured, that’s on the agenda too. Naturally, they won’t remove firearms and knives from criminals and those who would do you harm. Nor will they remove those weapons from the rough men who guard them (from you) while they sleep soundly behind fortifications. Never forget that free men and women bear arms, and that slaves do not (never have, never will).

The price of freedom is eternal vigilance.

38 thoughts on “A Good Friday

  1. That breakfast looks amazing!
    My two puppies look pretty good too! I’d need 5 of those breakfasts to feed them both adequately!
    Happy Easter 🐣

    1. You need to write another Western novel in order to keep them both in proper breakfasts.

  2. Good breakfast, good books, and an adorable puppy. Morning doesn’t get much better than that.

  3. Ya know something Larry, Sci-Fi is underrated by a couple things, the intelligentsia because those people are comfortable with totalitarian control as Orwell pointed out how the managerial class of the elites are enablers of a statist-quo, they make up the corporate slave class, they are appointed to the task of thought policing the great unwashed, particularly us who drag our knuckles.
    The other thing I think is particularly relevant in Space Opera and Military Sci-Fi is the constant narrative of the triumph of freedom over tyranny good verses evil most of these stories portray. Nothing wind’s up the gamma and SJW’s ripping into Sci-Fi more than a great moral prophetic tale of the Warrior Freeman who wins against all odds. Look how they have converged the Hugo’s and conventions.
    Sci-Fi is a particularly good medium of provoking open source insurgent thought of self determinism and the it ain’t gonna fail because of me/failure is not an option mentality of traditional Americans.
    What is Space and the future of the human race, the future of technology also, which are becoming like the 1st & 2nd Amendments, inextricably intertwined to be one and the same, if it isn’t the final frontier?

    Sci-Fi author Jerry Pournelle, RIP -Godspeed:
    “Freedom Is Not Free
    Free Men Are Not Equal
    Equal Men Are Not Free”

    Another Freeman who writes Sci-Fi said this:

    “Once you get a little bit of freedom, you want lots more of it. Things will not get easier for Beijing in trying to sprinkle a little freedom here and there. Freedom is like crack cocaine: once you try a little, Katy bar the door…
    And occasionally, if one looks at history, they fire the shot, heard round the world and the ungrateful oligarchs need to start killing people and creating martyrs. Civil wars are messy, expensive and the other colonies who didn’t trust you, REALLY don’t trust you.
    Hong Kong was free for 97 years, and the place is a cash cow for the PRC. They should just suck up the taxes and leave everyone alone. But governments don’t like to do that, and that goes double for communists.” -LL

    Both you guys cause me to think in this way: we are a high trust civilization, it is both our great strength and a certain weakness, this is changing, you can sense it in the wind, and not just the dialectic either, the best thing is to get ready, the great thing, the really important thing, is not to loose your nerve. There’s gonna be a fight. Lets Win.

    1. The ongoing fight between free men and king men in America: The king men want totalitarian rule either because they feel that the state will wrap them in its embrace (like an anaconda) forever and will love them (long time), or because they stand at the top of the heap and it means that they will amass more power. It is manifest in the struggle to keep the Constitution and Bill of Rights intact. The king men say openly, “You do don’t really want THESE rights. Let’s build a living Constitution that will mean whatever we want it to mean.” And naturally, you’ll be disarmed for your own protection.

      The nature of the fight and the type of ammo that is used is the only question before us. The fact that there is a fight is self-evident.

      1. Got that right Brother. Do you ever. They think themselves kings. My arse! They ain’t worthy of lordship, but brigands and usurpers to the last.
        This runs deeper in our free bones than a piece of parchment, we are born with it in our bones, you got to kill men like us to take that away, and even then you don’t, men such as us we die free, if we don’t make you die first, and like all contracts of inalienable laws they are always broken by such impostors and thieves. Honor, and dignity of Liberty, is what holds back breaking those kind of codes. Not ink on parchment. That ink is warning for what is inevitable when you violate what that ink implies.
        Where they have violated our codes, our traditions, and trespass on our unalienable natural freedoms is where they have gone too far. Like all usurpers with power, no power is ever enough.
        It is up to us who are Free Men of The West to show them the meaning of power. Power so legitimate it’s light only comes from one place, power these scalawags can never have.
        There is only one remedy and one remedy only now for such tyrants and their lickspittles. They have sealed that faustian bargain.
        Hot lead, a bayonet up their arse and the 13 knot necktie.

        It is time to separate our good selves from these scum. Lose no opportunity to add discredit and illegitimacy to their usurpations. In the most final way possible. They have no honor and honor none or nothing but what lucre can fill their coffers with by whatever means necessary. They are takers not makers. Not producers, they are parasites. This is the disease inflicting our great Western Christian Greco Roman culture, nothing or nobody can stand the warriors we Freemen are.
        Hot lead, 13 knots, unmarked graves. Free helicopter rides, show them freedom, yes, make them free for the rest of their lives.
        The good Lord and all good folk know we have petitioned peacefully, respectfully, at out great discomfiture and shame, for the sake of everything prudent and gentle, and begged for redress for only what a free man asks for, what is each of our dues, only what we have rightfully earned by our druthers and grit, only that is his by heavenly right, and we leave more than we take, always leave a little something extra, better than we found it. At every turn they deceive and betray. Weaponize all the things. They send out agents to eat out our existence. Make all and any who are a threat to their avarice and hubris domestic enemies. They sent these agents hither among us maim and imprison, kill a few of us along this path of dissolution and anarchy, of greed and omnipotence, just to make sure we know our place. They use fear as a weapon, threat of force, use of violence, and threaten more if we think of refusing to comply. Nothing could be as ironic.
        They will stop when only Freemen with Rifles stop them. No more no less. Provide them with what they so richly deserve.

        Cunning cowards, they run and hide to protect themselves from our wrath, behind the very protections they deny us. Let us show them their world without those protections.
        They got something coming to them extra special. What’s worth fighting for here is never lost until the last man willing to fight for it is dead. But whats better is to make this enemy die, to the last of them, for what he treasures most, after all they wage war on us from every quarter, time to show them no quarter! Show them to indeed that, that it is the #1 dictum of war, find out what that is they treasure and value most, in war all things are fair, and total war is what they are cruising for, time to deny them, and send them to hell.
        This country, this representative republic of for and by the governed is an entity of sovereign individuals, the real America, it is not simply going to lay own die and go into that long good night. Not if I have anything to do with it. I know down in these bones resistance is fertile, for how else did this country get created? The tooth fairy left it under our pillow?
        And if you to ask me how, or why, or you would say to me it will never happen, that resistance is futile, I would say to you NO, what I declare is true, because no matter what, I’m that last real American & I got absolutely no reason on God’s green Earth to lay down and die.
        I’ll be that last guy.
        But you know what?
        Something tells me I’m in great company.
        I met 50,000 of that great company, armed to the teeth, in the cradle of Freedom, who, but for the grace of God, we all went, an entire legion of company, a legion who are beginning to grok we are Legion. That is a very good thing indeed.

  4. Not a bad looking breakfast, though I’d substitute fried potatoes for the pancakes and you need more sausage. Chicken fried steak makes for a good breakfast as well. With gravy. Lots of gravy. On everything.

      1. I agree with Jim. Unfortunately, I can’t touch a lot of that carby stuff since I have abused my carb privileges over these last many decades, but the sausage, eggs: those are still on the approved list.

        1. Just push the flapjacks out of the way and concentrate on the eggs and sausage. I know that other commenters suggest bacon instead and so forth. I can’t criticize bacon since it makes everything it touches more wonderful – and wards off Mohammedans at the same time.

  5. It is Good Friday.
    The Ultimate Cure for any virus, and the worst one of all, sin, was provided on that day.
    Isaiah 53 5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
    Psalm 22 predicted it in stunning detail.
    When Jesus quoted Ps22 as He was dying, He knew the Pharisees would finish it in their heads.
    The “sign” they were looking for.

    1. On life and death – my sense has always been that Jesus is on the other side and looks at life and death differently than we do. We cling to life and its relative quality as if mortality extends forever and our clay will survive the storms (and “slings & arrows of outrageous fortune”). Without that inborn tenacity we’d slip of the third rock and go home. Viruses, pestilence, inconveniences, and the stuff of life can be a lot to handle. But we’re in school, Ed, and it remains to be seen of us all whether we graduate with good marks or not. None of us can make it without His atonement but our metal is still being tested. The Easter Season provides an opportunity to reflect an the Chinese Plague gives us the time to do it.

      I will break my Good Friday fast later today but it does no good to fast without earnest prayer and the struggle for a humble and contrite heart; for malice toward none and charity toward all.

      1. If only the virus that cancers men’s souls was as simple to eradicate as the Chinese Plague, Ed. Ephesians 6:12. It’s the spiritual wickedness that grips this weary world. The concern over a few thousand COVID-19 deaths during a season vs 125,000 abortions performed every day on the planet (on average). The glee and profit by which people kill their babies…

  6. That’s a very dangerous breakfast photo, LL, because it makes me want to break the Good Friday fast. Fortunately Montes is shut because of the Chinese Plague. Will it reopen after Easter? Hope so.

    In the meanwhile, Blue doesn’t get the fasting thing. At. All.

    Thanks for the scyfy tips.

    1. Blue Eating Machine likes fried chicken almost as much as he likes fried pies – just a reminder.

  7. Pancakes are a nice twist. I would’ve done hashbrowns. And probably bacon instead of sausage.
    But it does look good enough to eat.

    How many of those could Lucifer eat?

    1. I’m sure that Lucifer is smitten by the sin of gluttony, that he’d fill his belly, barf, and eat more.

  8. I’d prefer toast over the pancakes, and maybe another sausage, but the eggs sure look good!

    All the little breakfast/lunch places here have pretty much gone to carry-out only, and some have just closed. Be a sad day if they don’t open back up after this virus thing dies down.

    While we don’t have as many different types of restaurants here vs L.A., we sure do have a lot of places that do breakfasts.

    And every one we’ve been to has been excellent.

  9. Found a local Mexican hole in the wall that serves divorciados… Love them. And that’s gonna be a LARGE puppy when fully grown!

    1. A fully grown wolf is – really big.

      I miss decent Mexican food in the age of quarantine.

      1. I miss decent Mexican food in the “wilds” of Northern Colorado!

        There’s some OK places here, but nothing like the Long Beach/Carson/”Wilmas” area…..

  10. I really appreciate your and Ed’s exchange.

    I looked fur huevos divociados recipes and found multiple variants. What is the real deal in your book?

    1. You need two perfectly cooked eggs, on layered tortillas with the green sauce and the red sauce “divorced” — separated on the plate. Not on separate bowls or plates. Good refried beans, made with lard above, rice below. I don’t like the sauce to be chunky. The tomatillo sauce should have a nip, not a bite and the red sauce should be closer to a good enchilada sauce. There’s a breakfast place in the airport in Guadalajara that serves good divorciados, but the best is served at a hole in the wall joint in Orange, California called Anepalco, 415 South Main Street. Not many tables but the perfect divorciados and very good chiliquilis. The best chiliquilis are served at the employee cafeteria at Amaloya Prison, now called La Palma Prison on the outskirts of Mexico City. I know that sounds weird, but I can’t steer your wrong.

      1. Gordan Ramsey got nuthin’ on you. hehe (That detailed description…incredible.)

        1. I don’t know why but good divorciados taste better than they sound like they’d taste.

      2. Thanks for the illumination. I don’t think I will be visiting the prison employee restaraunt ever.

  11. A few that I have enjoyed with a technological-bent.
    All three are “page-turners”!

    The Cybernetic Samurai – Victor Milan
    Deep in the fortress-like headquarters of Yoshimitsu TeleCommunications, American scientist Elizabeth O’Neill had molded the circuitry of a mammoth computer into a living, thinking, feeling being–a human soul trapped in the confines of a cybernetic body.
    She named her creation Tokugawa, hero of Japanese samurai lore, and educated him with all of the values of a feudal Japanese shogun.
    Yet Tokugawa’s powers were far greater than Elizabeth had imagined. WIth access to every computer in post-World War III’s fully-automated society, he had the potential to become the ultimate spy, the perfect assassin, an invincible dictator.
    Only loyalty to samurai virtues kept his attention in check–until the day when Elizabeth was taken away from him, and Tokugawa began his quest for revenge…

    The Cybernetic Shogun – Victor Milan
    *Description modified to prevent spoilers*
    “the superconductor samurai’s two offspring battle over how best to save humanity from total destruction”

    ME – Thomas T. Thomas
    Part computer virus, part experiment in artificial intelligence, ME—short for “Multiple Entity”—is the first self-replicating operating system with kernels for human-style memory, inspiration, and decision making. Launched by the cybernetics experts at Pinocchio, Inc., ME travels the computer networks of the world, stealing a secret file here, finessing a poker hand there. And all the time he tries to understand his human creators and the purpose for which he was built. When a trip to Canada lands ME on the other side of a broken wire, he has to go hardware: uploading into an automaton still in its crate, assembling himself by rote, and walking back across the border. And when the Justice Department demands Pinocchio pull the plug on him, ME has to find an exit strategy.

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