Sunday Wisdom

 

Jesus admonishes the multitude, "Take heed, and beware of all covetousness; for a man’s life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions." Covetousness, the inordinate desire and passion for worldly goods, which St. Paul describes as idolatry. So it is, an idolatry of material things at the expense of the true God.

Here's Benedict XVI, preaching on Palm Sunday some years ago:

A person can be materially poor yet his heart can be full of greed for wealth and for the power that derives from it. The very fact that he lives with envy and covetousness shows that, in his heart, he is one of the rich. He wants to reverse the division of goods so that he himself can take over the situation that was previously theirs.

The poverty that Jesus means - that the prophets mean - presupposes above all inner freedom from the greed for possession and the mania for power. This is a greater reality than merely a different distribution of possessions, which would still be in the material domain and thereby make hearts even harder. It is first and foremost a matter of purification of heart, through which one recognizes possession as responsibility, as a duty towards others, placing oneself under God’s gaze and letting oneself be guided by Christ, who from being rich became poor for our sake (see II Cor 8: 9).

Inner freedom is the prerequisite for overcoming the corruption and greed that devastate the world today. This freedom can only be found if God becomes our richness; it can only be found in the patience of daily sacrifices, in which, as it were, true freedom develops. It is the King who points out to us the way to this goal:  Jesus, whom we acclaim on Palm Sunday, whom we ask to take us with him on his way.

 

I can't add to that, but will point out: We must be rich towards God and this heavenly treasure is Christ Himself. Therein lies true, unending, eternal value. And remember, while you're at it, there's no luggage rack on the back of a hearse.

What shall it profit a man?

Your Friend,

LSP

In Search Of Space

Vicious rumours that so-called "Baron" Brock and his hirsute ScyFy authour pal Michael Moorcock are running a second hand car dealership in Monmouth are entirely that, vicious rumours. In related news, NWO globalist attempts to swamp the people of the UK aren't sitting well with the gen. pop.

The peasants, dam 'em, are revolting. You see, perversely, the white working class don't want to be replaced by Moslem barbarian savages. How very racist.

Yeah, let's see how Ladbroke Grove this massive vote grab works out and don't say Enoch Powell. Rivers of blood, anyone?

Cheers,

LSP

Clean It Up

 

And that's just the revolvers, don't say voting rolls, census, banana republic fraud, Dominion, Hillary or any of that. No, just get a couple of pistols clean and wonder at the obedient sheepistry of countries like England, Ireland, Scotland, Canada and Australia. Like what's with the demographic suicide of the Anglosphere? Huh. 

OK, sure, hand your guns over to the State, because it loves you so very, very much, just like it did the Red Indians. Remember them? And, obviously, you'll be so much better defended when you're defenseless. Not unlike Climate Logic, when you think on it, the warmer it is the colder it gets. Or Tax Logic. The more you pay the richer you are. Except that you're not.

That in mind, word to the wise. Free men defend themselves, slaves can not.

Gun Rights,

LSP

Well Well Well

 

nasty

So it's come to this. Loading up the Old Pumpkin plyboard onto the bed of the rig, driving her off to the country, sawing up some 2x4 and hey presto! you've got a target. Don't get me wrong, setting up that pumpkin beast ready to shoot wasn't easy, nossir, not in triple digit climate change. But we got the job done.

Next step? Take the storied pumpkin out to 100 yards from the shooting house and behold the sheer awesomeness of it. Fire a few rounds from a couple of .38 SPC snubbies, see if the pistols actually work. Lo and behold, they do, result.

Then staple an enemy Green Terr onto the unassuming pumpkin. There zhe is, in silhouette. Square off against that dangerous persyn from the tailgate and have at it, snubbie style. Result? Not bad. A ferocious little Rock River Arms double action hit reliably center mass, though its heavy trigger didn't help. Still, a 200 buck pistol? Does the job,  right on.

A little single action Smith performed beautifully. Man, what a gem of a pistol. I finished off the shoot with 5 rounds in or around the X Ring without hardly trying. 3 pound trigger does, indeed, make a difference. 

What a lot of fun. Just you, the guns, the pumpkin, the Green Terr and God's own Texan countryside. Beautiful.

Gun Rights,

LSP

WAKE UP

 

just for kix

Wake up and just look at that old fool.

See you at the dam Club(s), seriously.

Gun rights,

LSP

Cowboy Candy

 

Cowboy Candy? Wait, what? Jalapenos? Yes, exactly. Here at the Compound we're going green and growing our own food, and part of this means jalapenos. But here's the thing, These plants, by the grace of God, produce an abundant harvest; so many peppers, so what to do? Candy those homegrown bad boys. Here's how.

Raise many adorable jalapeno seedlings. Watch them spout and grow, and then transplant them to the ground of your compound. Good, honest, down to earth work. Then water them and watch them grow, like a gardener. No kidding, in time they'll start to flower and bear fruit, peppers. Harvest those peppers and behold the glory of God's creation as you do. Then?

Boil up a cup of cane sugar, a half cup of apple cider vinegar, add 1/4 tsp of mustard seed, celery seed and turmeric and 1/2 tsp of kosher salt. Bring all this to a boil and simmer for a few minutes as you slice up a 1/2 pound of peppers.

Add the jolly peppers to your simple syrup, let 'em boil for a few minutes until vaguely shriveled, then transfer your garden grown goodness to a mason jar using a slotted spoon. It's not hard, just do it. Next step, simmer the spiced syrup for four or five minutes and then pour it on top of the peppers in their specially sterilized jar.

Somewhat in awe of this garden-to-mason-jar progress, stand back and have a glass of cold white wine, you've deserved it, and let the syrup simmer for a few more minutes. That done, pour it over the peppers in their shiny, glassy jar. Well done, let it rest, like the good Lord on the Sabbath, then seal up the jar, put it in the fridge and wait for a couple of weeks.

Net result? I tell you, dear friends, total awesomeness. Word to the wise, don't touch your eyes while you're at it.

Cheers,

LSP

Support Your Local Thought Police

 

In the UK you can be censored or go to jail for the sheer, brazen, literal temerity of daring to criticize the policies of that country's benevolent rulers. Pay attention, serfs, we're watching you, for your own benefit. And remember this, you thought criminals.

Diversity is our Strength

Diversity is our strength and you'd better not disagree unless you want a knock on the door by the freedom police. Yes, to protect the children, obviously.

Do you think that at some point, perhaps in the near future, that even the mild-mannered English will have had enough of Free Speech Britain? Maybe some still remember the old song which went something like this, "Britons never, never, never shall be slaves."

Rule Britannia,

LSP

For Our English Friends

 

Maybe you've noticed there's a certain amount of turmoil in the once United Kingdom. You see, their beloved rulers had this clever plan, Viz. Import millions of third world savages into shoebox size island on account of imperial guilt. Get votes. Make landlords moar richer, and get all that cheap labour to boot. What a great scheme.

Everlasting political power meets across-the-aisle profiteering and guess what, we all make loads of money, except for the serfs, they suffer. Genius. But maybe, just maybe, this two-bit ponzi's being called. Brits aren't, apparently, too desperately keen on being replaced by Jihad savages. Go figure.

300,000 British protesters just conquered central London. I don’t think arresting Tommy Robinson had the effect they were hoping for… pic.twitter.com/SlRGb5GXnT

— Inevitable West (@Inevitablewest) October 26, 2024

 

Diversity is our Strength, and let's not say it'll end in tears.

Your Best Friend,

LSP

Great Upheaval

 

There's been great tumult at the Compound lately. Decks and sidewalks power washed, yard furniture stripped and painted, new deck furniture bought, end of season discount thank you very much; cars bought, books moved, yes, there's hundreds if not thousands of these miscreants, guns cleaned, house cleaned, steak grilled, libs and their comsymp cohort denounced on the daily, Johnny Cash and Led Zep played on continuous loop, and so it goes on.

What can I say, busy, but not in a bad way. At the end of this evolution we'll see the old place emerge stronger, brighter, and better put together than ever before. It's not all there yet but work continues and the end's in sight. Insomuch, obviously, as we'll ever reach perfection in this short and all too flawed life. Hey now, τέλος.

yes please

Speaking of which, who would've thought our country's intel, media and executive would've pushed and executed the absurd, risible, brazen, stoopid, malfeasant, deceitful, treasonous lie that Trump was a RUSSIAN AGENT. Like what? Yet they did. Who knows, maybe Comey, Clapper, Brennan, Hillary and the Magic 0 will be held accountable.

Don't hold your breath, dear friends,

LSP

Cars & Clubs

 

You see, on the one hand there's cars. V6 racing suspension and all of that. Some love it, even here at the Compound. Then, on the other hand, there's Clubs. Have a look:

Are these two things opposed? Hardly, go together like guns and guitars. At least that's what I think and I'm sticking to it.

Your Ancient Pal,

LSP

PS. Let's see DNI theater turn to hands behind bars, please, not that anyone's holding their breath.

Time For Space Rock

 

I present to you yet again Spirit of the Age. Behold:

Resist the NWO and its Illuminati satraps with all your might.

Best,

LSP

Sunday Wisdom

 

No, not from me, far from it, but Austin Farrer strikes again. From Crown of the Year:

THE minister at the altar still uses the ancient attitude of prayer; he holds out the palms of his hands, like a child waiting for you to throw him a ball, or like a man going out to feel the falling rain after a great drought.  The bread of God falls like the manna from heaven; bring out your baskets, hold out your arms.  God will fill your empty vessels if you will uncover them.  You who come to this sacrament, what are your wants?  Open the gulf of your desire, that God may fill it.  Who desires holiness, who desires to care more for others than for himself, who hungers and thirsts for the Spirit of Jesus Christ?  Ask, he says, and you shall receive, but ask.

 

Yes indeed.

God bless,

LSP