Showing posts with label wimmin priests. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wimmin priests. Show all posts

Saturday, October 10, 2020

HARPY EAGLES



 ‘through vows and prayers alone we must seek security, whether those creatures are of heaven or uncanny birds of ill omen.’  Virgil.

Thanks to an influential art blogger everyone knows about Harpy Eagles. Harpy Eagles circle above places like Surbiton and swoop down on XR vegans, literally carrying them off to their eyries in Epping Forest.



Harpies watch, then they dive in for the kill, gripping their tofu-chewing prey with razor sharp talons and ferocious beaks.



Harpy Eagles scorn wymxn priestess figures too, and don't even bother to take them back to their forests for food. They just attack, savagely.





You're probably thinking of crossing a Harpy Eagle and arguing with it. Go right ahead and find out what happens. Good luck with that.



Speaking of which, Hillary Clinton and the Cabal have not been brought to justice, yet. Do you hear the sound of beating wings?

Αληκτω,

LSP

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Blue State, Heather Cook


I was woken up this morning by a strange rustling, as though something was being shaken. I thought, half-awake, that a squirrel had gotten into the house. But no, it was just Blue, shaking my duffel and staring at me.

I looked at him and he looked at me and then proceeded to wag the arm of my coat, which was hanging off the back of a chair. I got the message and a cup of tea (hot) and Morning Prayer later, there I was, walking the dog in the semi-freezing drizzle of the new Ice Age, brought on, ironically enough, by Global Warming.

Typical Global Warming

Roosting dove flew out of the trees along our path with a great sound of wings and it was good to be in this country town.

Heather Cook

In other news, the scandal-plagued assistant Bishop of Maryland has been indicted on 13 charges, ranging from automobile manslaughter to negligent driving. I feel sorry for her, much as I scorn the monstrous regiment of priestesses. I feel more sorry for the man she killed.

It's all Bush's fault, of course.

Cheers,

LSP

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Miserable Offender

guard dog

This incredibly fierce Golden attack dog managed to get himself skunked last night. Well done, dog. Fortunately it wasn't a severe skunking or the brave defender of hearth and home would be outside for the duration.

Here's another criminal.

nice


Don't be priestess. Do something else instead.


Just sayin'.


LSP

Friday, April 29, 2011

Rule Britannia

Support the EDL?
I haven't paid a huge amount of attention to the Royal Wedding because I've been busy shooting and riding - but I wish them well.

Texas
 The Bishop of London, who is an enemy of same sex blessings (SSBs), wimmin priests, liturgical dance, clown 'Masses' and suchlike nonsense, had this to say,

"Faithful and committed relationships offer a door into the mystery of spiritual life in which we discover this: the more we give of self, the richer we become in soul; the more we go beyond ourselves in love, the more we become our true selves and our spiritual beauty is more fully revealed. In marriage we are seeking to bring one another into fuller life."

I like that and think it's true.

Happy (late) Easter,

LSP