Strapped Down

 

Here's the thing. My Dad, rest in peace, was no mean theologian and had a lot of books, a library of the beasts, to be honest. And I'd fondly imagined that this great collection of literary wisdom could remain stored at Dallas HQ. As a collection, if you like, but no.

The LSP sisterhood decided that the Library had to go, and so it has. I took the first and load of books to the Compound today and they'll be set up in the upstairs guest rooms. Good luck, guests, sleep meets 1st edition Anglo-Catholic genius.

Uncle at Eton

It's upsetting to take down this library, which represents one man's, my Father's, attempt at wisdom and to be fair he didn't hit far off the X Ring. We used to call it the "Rock Study," and so it was until now.

Rock On

Bibliophile,

LSP

Battle Flag

 

Here's my Uncle at Eton, sometime in the '60s. I post this because: 1. It's awesome and 2. It's awesome. 

That said, he was a Democrat, the party of the Old South and States Rights, of the Republic, and he flew the flag. Respect. Would he do that today or would he be holding up the Rainbow Ensign, the battle flag of the new Democrat Party?

Libs say he would and I turn to them and reply, "You're utterly deluded, if not driven insane by Satan, which you probably are." They gnash their teeth and stomp away. Sometimes they begin to moan and shout.

Floreat,

LSP

How Totally Not Awesome

Swept away on a rising tide of corporate sponsored, holographic Maoism, Archbishop of Canterbury Justsin Welby's calling for a purge of statues in the Church of England's places of worship, including Westminster Abbey and Canterbury Cathedral.

“Some will have to come down, some names will have to change,” said Welby on the leftist BBC's Today Show. In the same interview, Welby, who sources say suffers from deep depression, appeared to come out against portrayals of Jesus as white.

When asked whether the "way the western church portrays Jesus needs to be thought about again," Justsin replied, "Yes of course it does, this sense that God was white... You go into churches (around the world) and you don't see a white Jesus. 

"You see a black Jesus, a Chinese Jesus, a Middle Eastern Jesus - which is of course the most accurate - you see a Fijian Jesus." 

Wow. Here's the titular leader of the world's third largest denomination, thanks to the British Empire, bowing, scraping and appeasing a Marxist fauxtrage mob which hates Christianity.

Of course the insult's compounded by Justsin being an Etonian, his work for ELF, and membership of the Travellers Club. All of which we love, except for Elf, obviously.

But humour aside, the Faith, handed down to us by Christ himself, is under full-scale attack and the denominations appear unable, with notable exceptions such as Cardinal Vigano, to do anything other than "take a knee" and bow in risible subjection to their Marxist rulers.

I'd argue they've been doing that for forty years and more. Awesome? No, not awesome at all.

Pax,

LSP

Aftermath

Friday dawned dark as Llandrindod Wells in June, with thunderheads glowering above. Then it started to rain like a Weston Super Mare Bank Holiday and that continued until we got on the road for Dallas. Such is the apocalyptic nightmare of climate change.

Weston Super Mare

By the time we got to Dallas we were half a million strong, thanks a lot, I35, but the air was crisp and clean and the sky clear and blue. Sorry, Chicago, I know it's not fair but that's just the way it is, you need to pay a steeper weather tax.

A Typical Etonian

We set up for Ma LSP's birthday party, which went famously and didn't stop until the next evening; good work, team, stay at it. And you may not know this, but champagne with a little orange juice is a traditional Cinco de Mayo drink. Some find it goes well with beer, others don't, there's no rule.

Party over, we headed back to the rural elysium of the Compound and got ready to worship on Sunday.

As I type this dispatch from the Southern Front of the War on Weather, Pedro and Maria are powering out Mexican music in the back yard, peacocks shriek, roosters crow, something Mexican's on the grill and God is in His heaven.

Fishing's most definitely on the schedule tomorrow, maybe a shoot too. Can you have too much of a good thing?

MAGA,

LSP