Let's Get This Back

 

Are you fed up with rubbish, banal liturgical music that signally fails to lift heart, mind and soul to God? I am, and recommend the Missa de Angelis by way of solution:

Word to the wise, deploying the above will brand you as a dangerous domestic extremist. Go on, just ask the FBI.

Sing on,

LSP

APOCALYSPSE

 

There we were, on the back porch of the Compound about to say Evening Prayer when I looked up and lo and behold, hundreds of buzzards were flying overhead. Wow, there they were, gliding overhead into the West.

"Is this the Apocalypse," I texted a pal who's doing some kind of concert series in Europe, all very 41 musicians on stage with accompanying noise and smoke, Kyrie Eleison. Then I looked up and there was another wave of big birds, filling the air, like some kind of bomber wing.

"Is this," I thought in wonder, "the Eschaton?" No fooling, I've never seen such a thing here, and yet there they were. Harbingers of apocalyptic doom. Perhaps. That in mind, it's all going on everywhere and you can Gaza read about it on the Information Superhighway.

Typical Haruspex scene

Has this, dear readers, all eight of you, made us more or less informed. As we reflect on this, consider the omen witnessed in the expansive blue skies of the North Central Texan Free State this evening. Terrifying, eh? 

In totally different yet related news, can any of you recommend a luxury, old skool, sleeper train ride.

Seriously, a luxury, old skool train and sleeper to boot, preferably with an outdoor observation deck and windows must open, which I think counts out our appalling Amtrak. Totally open to suggestions.

Haruspex,

LSP

Pictures of War

 

Ukrainians at Bakhmut

And more

Verdun on left

The people driving this slaughter deserve the greatest penalty. UKR forces at Bakhmut have, apparently, been given several hours to surrender by end of play tomorrow.

That would be the first Sunday of Advent. Kyrie Eleison, Lord have mercy. And as we pray this, pray too that we don't descend into the same hell. I mean that most seriously.

Pax,

LSP

Speed King

 

Twice as fast and then some,

LSP

The Face Of Evil?

 

This is Ghislaine Maxwell or "Ghizzy." We all know who she is and where she is now, in a hellhole jail. Her crime was allegedly acting as a kind of pedo pimp for Jeffrey Epstein. What was the remarkably wealthy Epstein doing?

Entertaining world leaders in his New York mansion and private island where nubile teens were passed around like so many party favors. Ghizzy recruited the youngsters and, it's claimed, enjoyed them along with the likes of Bill Clinton, Prince Andrew, Epstein himself and others. 

A veritable fantasy island of erotic delight for people in the >M$ Club. Some speculate it was a blackmail honey trap, and perhaps they're right.

Regardless, others suggest this photo of Ghislaine says demonic possession. If so, I hope she's delivered from that. And as an aside, let's see the people who used her brought to justice. Good luck with that, eh? And don't forget, judge not lest ye be judged. 

Your Pal,

LSP

Glitter Ash

Just when you thought Western religion couldn't get any gayer , along comes Glitter Ash. That's right, Glitter Ash, instead of the cis gendered, heteronormative oppression ash which churches typically use on Ash Wednesday. But don't take my word for it, here's Parity, describing the thinking behind Glitter Ash.

Ashes are a statement that death and suffering are real.Glitter is a sign of our hope, which does not despair.Glitter signals our promise to repent, to show up, to witness, to work.Glitter never gives up -- and neither do we.

Glitter signals our promise to repent. Unh hunh, sure, all the way to the nearest disco. Parity continues.

Glitter+Ash is an inherently queer sign of Christian belief, blending symbols of mortality and hope, of penance and celebration. Ash Wednesday is the beginning of Lent, a season of repentance. During Lent, Christians look inward and take account in order to move forward with greater health. At this moment in history, glitter ashes will be a powerful reminder of St. Augustine’s teaching that we cannot despair because despair paralyzes, thwarting repentance and impeding the change that we are called to make.

Oh yeah, right, of course. Next time you see some dude wandering around wearing leather chaps and no trousers, with some glitter on his forehead, think of St. Augustine. And repentance, obviously.

Glitter+Ash exquisitely captures the relationship between death and new life. We do not live in fear of ash - of death - we place it on our foreheads for the world to see. 

How very beautiful. Glitter Ash is incredibly gay a symbol of resurrection and new life in the midst of death, as opposed to being an exercise in degenerate, narcissistic exhibitionism.

You can get your Glitter Ash here when it's back in stock.

Kyrie.

LSP