Showing posts with label Mammon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mammon. Show all posts

Sunday, May 21, 2023

Education

 



Are you fortunate enough to go to Satan's Vatican, Harvard, or it's wicked sister, Yale? Well now, count your debt at interest. Maybe apprenticeships, guilds and all of that might be a better solution compared to the current Mammon. 

Here's Newman:


And this is the sense of the word "grammar" which our inaccurate student detests, and this is the sense of the word which every sensible tutor will maintain. His maxim is "a little, but well"; that is, really know what you say you know: know what you know and what you do not know; get one thing well before you go on to a second; try to ascertain what your words mean; when you read a sentence, picture it before your mind as a whole, take in the truth or information contained in it, express it in your own words, and, if it be important, commit it to the faithful memory. Again, compare one idea with another; adjust truths and facts; form them into one whole, or notice the obstacles which occur in doing so. This is the way to make progress; this is the way to arrive at results; not to swallow knowledge, but (according to the figure sometimes used) to masticate and digest it.


Just trying to be helpful,

LSP

Friday, March 3, 2023

The Sound of Violent Extremism - Asperges Me

 



I was brought up with this tune, as an Anglican in Oxford, and I loved it, I still do. But you'll notice the ethnically violent, colonial oppression cant of the thing. To boot, "Thou shalt wash me and I shall become whiter than snow." Wow, what hideous RMVE (racially motivated violent extremism). 

Perhaps you think I'm joking, think again. Years ago, in a beautiful church outside of Philly I had a POC organist. He was paid 45 grand a year to enhance the liturgy which, when I arrived, included the Asperges. And guess what, he taught the choir, such as it was, to change the words of the chanted psalm to "cleaner" as opposed to "whiter."


This is your enemy

You see, "whiter than snow" was racist to him on his oppressed POC 45k. So I fired that fraudulent, no account, trifling mountebank and the people heaved a sigh of relief. But that was then, this is now. Just picture all those RTCs storming Mammon on the Capitol, consecrated in their mission by the Mass.

That in mind, maybe the Godless FBI has a point. Could it be that genuine Christianity's a threat to them, that it's a spear in the eye of their Father, Satan.

Libera nos a malo,

LSP

Thursday, March 2, 2023

Not Scared? Maybe You Should Be

 



Ferocious VWE (violent weather extremism) after SOTC (Stations of the Cross); beating wind, slashing rain and zero viz on the road, broken only by eerily incandescent illumination rounds of lightning. Scary? Yes, but maybe not as scary as the FBI infiltrating spies into Catholic churches.

Thanks to a leaked FBI Richmond Office memo, we know that America's secret and not so secret police are targeting RTCs (radical-traditionalist-Catholic) on suspicion of RMVE (racially motivated violent extremism), especially against Jews, Rainbow Riders, immigrants and the present commie Pope.




To counter this egregious threat, just imagine all those 1964 (sorry, 1962) Latin Missal waving terrorists, FBI Richmond recommended "exploration of new avenues for tripwire and source development." Behold corporate jargon stasi speak for we need to get some spies into those churches.

Sen. Josh Hawley summed it up at yesterday's Senate Judiciary Committee hearing, grilling our repellent Attorney General Merrick Garland:


“How many informants do you have in Catholic churches across America?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t believe we have any informants aimed at Catholic churches,” Garland responded. “We have a rule against investigations based on First Amendment activity, and Catholic churches are obviously First Amendment activity. I don’t know the specific answer.”

“You don’t know the specifics of anything, it seems,” Hawley said. “But apparently on your watch this Justice Department is targeting Catholics, targeting people of faith, specifically for their faith views. Mr. Attorney General, I’ll just say to you, it’s a disgrace.”

 

So how many informants does Garland have in American churches, you know, just in case those Christians get out of hand. He doesn't know, it could be a few, it could be a lot or maybe even none. So rest easy, there's no specific answer to how many Government spies there are in your church.




That in mind, you might want to be careful at coffee hour after worshiping God instead of Mammon or Moloch. One foolish RTC slip of the tongue betwixt donut and warming beverage and there it is, a SWAT team kicking down your door at 4 am.

Some of you may remember how we justly took pride in our freedom of religion, as opposed to the unfortunate people living under Soviet oppression. My, how that worm's turned.

Sursum Corda,

LSP

Thursday, September 15, 2022

Honky Tonk Heroes

 



Honky Tonk Heroes and all hail Waylon and the rest of those outlaws. Speaking of which, I sent HTH to a rock 'n roll pal. His reply? Waylon ROCKS. Yes indeed, forever.

In other compelling news, the pillow guy's been raided by the Stasi FBI for daring to oppose our beloved rulers. About time! What a total Fascist. So take note, oppose our beloved Uniparty and get swatted, or hauled off to jail or kept in solitary for years without trial or whatever punishment fits your heinous crime.




Yes. Enemies of the State should expect nothing less and that's what we mean by tolerance and freedom. Obey us, or we crush you, in the name of the Rainbow. But what hides behind the gaily colored mane, glittering horn and gently thudding hooves? Surely not profit and insatiable greed, a beautiful house in the Vineyard, Mammon.

Ah, Mammon and the insatiable gullet of raytheon lockheed avarice. Consider it, the name Mammon connotes, in my mind at least, a kind of deadness. Vast, huge, and dead, but I won't bang on.




Gentlemen and women, do you remember Our Lord's admonition? Viz. You cannot serve God and Mammon. Choose wisely my friends. One way leads to life, the other leads to death.

Caveat,

LSP

Saturday, December 22, 2018

This & That



Things get kind of hectic in the lead up to Christmas, even in the laid back rural wonderland of the Compound. Problem being that by tradition I drive to the metrosprawl a few days before Christmas to get presents.


Devolution?

I broke with unholy tradition this year by doing all the shopping right here in town, within view of the hangin' trees on the Square. Boom. Done. This freed up space and time to visit the flock, deliver Christmas gifts to the Fire Department and local LE, and visit the mighty Brazos.


The Mighty Brazos

No one was catching anything but it was good to see the river and plot against the piscine adversary. Recce patrol, sort of thing. Then Walmart got a look-in. I tell you, that's where the church should be because that's where the people are, in all their glory and everything else in between. 


A Beautiful Unicorn

Dwarves, unicorns, elves, all the flotsam and jetsam of Middle Earth in abundance, right here in North Central Texas; no kidding, like the court of kings. 


The Halls of Moria

Resisting the urge to set up in the midst of the action, I went about my business, got the job done and headed back to base in that sweet sunny southern weather.


Ride on

As I type this exciting letter home from the southern front of the War on Weather, pheasant's boiling in the pot along with assorted veg. It'll become a pie, a victory pie in the ongoing battle for or against global warming.

Take that, vast international readership, as you will.

Gun rights,

LSP

Thursday, October 18, 2018

Thursday Sermon



“You do not know what you are asking. Are you able to drink the cup that I drink, or be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with?”

James and John want a share in Christ's glory, to sit at the right and left hand of His throne at the consummation of all things. But instead of rebuking their "jealousy and selfish ambition" (James 3:16) Jesus invites them into glory by giving them its key, the Passion.

He invites them to share in this, to drink His cup of suffering and to live His baptism of death. Through this comes resurrection and triumphant life. But so easy to say, so hard to do! James and John, doubtless unwittingly, say they're able and they are, in the end. Christ's question becomes prophecy.

He asks the same thing of us. Perhaps this is helpful:


The mind, when purified by Christ’s Chalice is enabled to see spiritual visions. It begins to see the all-embracing Providence of God which is invisible to carnal minds, to see the law of corruption in everything corruptible, to see close to everyone a vast eternity, to see God in His great acts – in the creation and re-creation of the world. Earthly life seems to it a brief pilgrimage; the passing events of earthly life seem like dreams, and its blessings seem to he a fleeting illusion of the, eyes, a short-lived fatal allurement of the mind and heart.


To put it another way, "Whoever does not carry his cross and follow Me cannot be My disciple." (Lk 14:27) And again, "You cannot serve God and Mammon." (Mt. 6:24) By contrast, we should be like the "little child." (Mk 10:15)


May God bless us all in the endeavour. 

LSP

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Torrential Rain and Mammon



Driving to the second Mass of the day was a bit of a deal because of torrential rain. Who wants to hydroplane across HWY 22 in the downpour? So I took it slow and wore a pair of Wellington boots to keep my 1% inside-the-beltway loafers dry.

In the sacristy I pointed to the boots and asked our MC, who's a renowned bronc champion, if he liked my "new church shoes." He shook his head.

"It's not that bad out there."
"Well c'mon, it was pretty much zero-viz coming up from the compound."
"Look. I'm not interested in your sad little stories, LSP."
"Yeah, said the rich man. You can't serve God and Mammon."


Wellingtons

And that's what the sermon was about, with reference to Dives and Lazarus. Note that the former isn't named in the Gospel, he's nameless and accordingly not written into the book of life. "I do not know you," says Christ, elsewhere, and, "Depart from me ye cursed, into the lake of eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you did not feed me."


A Random Fish

No, the rich man was too busy enjoying the mammonistic gravy train to love God or his neighbor and accordingly found his way to perdition, which is separated from heaven by a great chasm.

Don't Worship This

Some say the god of our age is Mammon. I'd think twice before you pledge allegiance to that particular deity.

God bless,

LSP

Sunday, September 4, 2016

Hillary Visits The Vineyard

HIllary, Obey Your Mistress

Where do the Globalist New World Order Elite go when they want to raise some pocket change? To Martha's Vineyard, of course, which is why Hillary Clinton stopped by Lady Lynn Forester de Rothschild's HRC campaign fundraiser.


A Typical Rothschild Party

The select NWO event hosted 30 people who paid $50,000 each in support of their friend, Hillary. Barack Obama was also on the exclusive millionaire socialist holiday resort but didn't attend the Rothschild party.


Beasts

Donald Trump didn't attend the Martha's Vineyard Rothscild fundraiser either, he was in Detroit, in a church, promising to help poor people.


Their End is Destruction

The Rothschilds have an estimated net worth of at least $400 billion and are notorious for their masquerades. With that in mind, what God do you think they worship? Hint, it's not Christian.


Give it Money!

Hillary, here's some spiritual advice,  ipse venena bibas.

Vade Retro,

LSP


Tuesday, May 19, 2015

You Sad Loser!


I went to Best Buy today, just to check things out and see what pop-tech was up to. I walked away feeling like a sad loser because:

A) I don't have a phone with a "6" after it's name.

B) My laptop isn't a touchscreen with at least 8 MB of RAM and a 1TB hard drive.

C) I don't own a wireless home-wide sound system that can stream music to any room in my house at the touch of a smartscreen.

Remember, everyone, you must buy moar, much moar, then you'll be happy. Repeat that enough and you never know, it might even come true.



On the other hand, you might decide that God and the demon Mammon are incompatible. The same thing goes for Lamashtu as well, but maybe that's a different story.

Kick out the jams,

LSP