So What's It All About?

 

What's it all about? Good question. First order of business, get a haircut, hippie, and then? Well you know the story, but d'ye think our beloved rulers are going to somehow vote themselves out of power and out of a not inconsiderable paycheck? You know, because they're all so virtuous, civic minded and all.

No, of course not, but the UK/Europe might start catching up with the US and do the vastly unpopular open borders math, as opposed to being stuck in risible Rainbow, NetZero, BLMland forever and ever amen. Then there's the war in Ukraine. Do you suppose, any of you, that Fortress Europa and plucky little England is going to fight Russia and somehow win? Do you think the US, which is effectively NATO, will do the same and bail out all the RainbowEuroTrans? Think again.

And it's worth thinking about because we, the US, are massively, hugely, vastly in debt with no way that I can see, other than a hard reset, Weimer/Reich style, of getting out of the fix. EU/UK ain't far behind, and they're way smaller. So what does this mean, what's it all about? 

That we're bankrupt, economically and spiritually. Long story short -- we're in real trouble because we've overspent and can't pay it back, not least viz. our spiritual deficit, which is huge. Maybe there's a snap way out of the former, not so much the latter. Listen up, all ye Brits, Europeans and Americans.

The people who built the culture we live in, with all its values and achievements, and the ethical code we take for granted as somehow "given," isn't. No, the culture you take for granted comes from its cult, which is catholic Christianity. No fooling. Get rid of that, which we've done, and the net result is cashing checks on our civilizational deposit without putting cash back in. Witness the wretched, ugly result, which is only just beginning to rear its hideous head. Abortion at birth anyone?

Is there a way out of this. Sure there is, people can wake up and vote, we live in democracy, apparently. Yeah, good luck with that, who knows, maybe mail-in ballots will mysteriously arrive to support  your vote and maybe they won't. What will the gen. pop., who never voted for their replacement think about that?

Good question, and in the meanwhile it's clearly time for nooses down the Mall.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Nativity Of The Blessed Virgin Mary

 

Some people think the Blessed Ever Virgin Mary's a dead Roman Catholic or, even worse, a pagan idol. No, she's not, she's the Mother of God. Reflect on that. In the meanwhile, El Senor's honored the Empress of the Americas and Queen of Victories:

Can you imagine the loathsome, faked up, stilted, faux rhetorician Obama doing such a thing? Or Clinton, Bushx2, Biden and all the rest of them. No, of course you can't, it's unthinkable. Yet here we are and about time. An actual US President, perhaps the most important figurehead in the world, honoring the Virgin Mother of our Savior. Wow.

Keen-eyed observers of the perennial battle between good and evil will note that the Moslem siege of Malta was lifted on this day in 1565. Hail the Knights of Malta! Valiant knights! Brave defenders of Christendom, who drove the Sea Jihad away from their shores, and did so under the powerful protection of Our Lady, Queen of Victories. A mere 6 years later the Virgin would strike again, smashing a Jihadic fleet at Lepanto. Some of you will recall that she crushes the serpent under heel.

Do you think that the Mother of God herself, the very person who gave birth to the Savior, will abandon us, her son's faithful people? If so, think again.

Ave,

LSP

PS. By way of footnote on this intriguing post, I happen to know that a chaplain to the Knights of Malta is granted the rare privilege of being able to celebrate the Mass on the shield of a knight in the field of battle.

PPS. How would I, a lowly Texan parson, know such a thing? Well, there you have it. SMOM forever.

Why Do They All Sound Like Fast-Food Slop?

 

Have you noticed? Beto, some kind of faux Mex sandwich, Kassich, "I'll have a side of that, hold the mayo," and now Talarico. Yet another fast food cognomen. "Hey, two Betos, a Kassisch on the side and a Talerico, add salsa." Pause, "Is that all, sir?"

Schlotsky's. How revolting and expensive

Horrifying, isn't it, and dear Lord, maybe the plan's all about distracting you from their mountebank level socialism; disregard that as you focus on their revolting fast food possibility. Something like that. But to what end? Beto, remember that fake Mex sammich? It failed trust fund dismally, οἴμοι, all that massive going to socialist waste! Oh well. Maybe the revolting Talarico's gonna do better.

Who knows, maybe he will, maybe an Italian deli brand in Austin or Bishop Arts Dallas cuts it, maybe so. But I doubt it, c'mon, Democrats, you gotta do better than this fake fast food rubbish if you want turn the state rainbow blue.

Always,

LSP

Virgen de Guadalupe

The Virgin, Empress of the Americas, and surely you know the story. Mary, the Mother of God, Θεοτόκος, appeared in a series of visions to a lowly peasant, Juan Diego, in 1531, in Mexico. Bear in mind, the gen. pop. was very much recently human sacrifice, cannibal pagan, but Juan was not.

He listened to the Virgin and obediently went to his bishop, telling him that the Virgin Mary wanted a church, or temple, to be built on the site of the apparitions. Of course the Spanish prelate was skeptical and told Juan to go to the site and bring back Castilian roses, even though it was Winter, by way of proof.

Diego did so, and as he delivered miraculous roses to his bishop, the cloth in which they were carried, the Tilma, revealed an image of the Virgin. A miracle, and as time's gone on, the image on Tilma grows more miraculous still. For example, it's made of cactus fiber which doesn't decay, and its eyes contain an image of Diego and possibly 13 others. Here:

Is the Tilma fake, some kind of forgery? Atheists say it is, because of course they would. Indians at the time thought it wasn't and some 9 million converted to the Faith, a remarkable thing. That in itself is to my mind the most miraculous thing, these cannibal, human sacrifice heathen converting to Christianity on account of a miraculous sign of Our Lady, St. Juan's Tilma.

Now, fast forward a few hundred years to today and the UK and Europe, both given over to Godlessness, both intent on flooding their countries with Moslem votes. Do you think, dear friends, that God will be mocked by the risible rainbow leaders of what was once Christendom?

Our Lady of Zeitoun

On the contrary. He'll confound His enemies by turning the people they've imported against the importers. How? By converting them, Tilma style, through apparitions, dreams and miracles. Perhaps you think this absurd, look, then, to 1531 Mexico or latter day Iran.

This in mind, I'm glad that Texas imported Catholics rather than Moslems, apart from Plano. Remember, Mary crushes the Serpent underheel.

Cheers,

LSP

AfD

Looks like Germany doesn't want open border Cultural Marxism. And why would they, who wants to be ruled by a gang of nihilist, Frankfort School Commies? Heil Alice Weidel. In the meanwhile, here's a marching song:

Just remember, kids, that everything the Left intends or exacts produces pretty much the opposite of its intended result.

Zu Befehl,

LSP

The Day Of Worship

 

why don't you have that, loser?

You know, dear friends, there was a time, just a few decades ago, when I would've thought anything less than an 8' stone Altar topped by a polychrome etc Reredos would've been infra dig, unworthy of my ecclesial sensibilities. O foolish priest! But hey, I was very young and wanted all the outward and visible signs of full-blown, triumphant catholicism, albeit within the Anglican thing and albeit without much of the inward and spiritual grace of the thing. OK, I was a kid and exceptionally foolish, that was me then.

Please don't do this punters

Fast forward to today, and almost 20 years serving mission churches in North Central Texas. No stone Altars, no polychrome, no beautiful polyphony, at least not yet, and there you are. But are the people believing? Yes, they are, most deliberate in their faith. Are there guitar playing nuns and liturgical dancers amongst them? No, there are not. Are there Lesbyterian Priestesses cavorting amongst us? No, that's a negative, and you know what? I feel blessed to serve these people.

That in mind, we celebrated the Mass this morning at two country missions and united ourselves with the all sufficient sacrifice of Christ. Think on that, it's no small thing. Were the altars made of stone? Were they adorned by late medieval art in all its gothic Christian glory? No, they were not. It was simple stuff, Said Mass with hymns, oriented to be sure, and celebrated in reverential order, but simple. The Old Rite, if you like, met the country, which is where we are

The Cross

And guess what? The Country likes it. That in mind, you can have all manner of fancy architecture, I wish I had some, but there's no substitute for the Faith once delivered by Christ to the Apostles. You will have noticed that all those Churches which have swapped this out for the spirit of the age, the wretched zeitgeist, are dying regardless of aesthetics and cash

Good riddance to them, they're apostate clowns. Those other churches,  however humble, which remain true to the Faith are not dying, and that applied to us today, right here in the bucolic haven of NC Texas.

There's a moral in this, should you care to draw it.

Keep The Faith,

LSP

The Eve Of Worship

 

Some years ago a bishop from England made it down from his guest room to downstairs Dallas HQ, it was Sunday, and asked Ma LSP and myself, "Have you two even been to Mass?" Of course we had and I forget what happened next, probably some kind of lunch. That in mind, here we are on the eve of worship, getting ready to ascend the Altar of God tomorrow, no small thing, almost unbearably brilliant if you dare think on it for a second. By way of preparation, here's this, from Austin Farrer's Crown of the Year:

ST FRANCIS DE SALES says that it is a special sign of God’s goodness that he actually commands us to love him. It is wonderful enough if he permits us to love him; a few brave spirits might avail themselves of due permission. It is still more wonderful if he invites us to love him the responsive and the generous might answer the invitation. But he commands us to love him, because he will have us all to do so. He will not be deprived of any man's love. Nor will he be deprived of any part of our love, for he commands us not merely to love him, but to love him with all our heart, soul, mind, and strength. The love of God holds out two hands to catch and take us: one is the commandment that we should love, the other is the act of his own love in the sacrifice of Jesus. He does not mean that we should escape him; see, he has taken us between his two hands.

 

Love, the purifying, incandescent fire of divine love, that's what we're preparing to meet in our worship tomorrow. Are we ready? Not by a long shot, but thank God that his grace precedes us and grants the increase.

Put simply -- go to Mass, ye heathen, and worship God. If you can't, make your spiritual communion. It's important, like immortal soul important.

Your Pal,

LSP

Sea Of Joy

 

What can we say, Blind Faith?

Cheers,

LSP

PS. Cut your hair, you wastrels. Not joking, though I like Mr Winwood.

Get Out And Fish On Opening Day - Ahem

 

I know, I know, it's Opening Day but the birds didn't seem to be flying and there was an invite on the phone to fish a new place, nice. You know the drill, put a couple of rods in the truck, head down the road to the country and have at it. 

We found ourselves by a good sized pond, fed by a couple of small streams, and cast off in search of bass. Good call, before you could say "tight lines" they were biting in the shallows; fierce, voracious young fish and everyone was was catching, result.

After a while the bite died down and I swapped out a psychedelic green lure for worms. Lo and behold, up came several blue gill and a junior catfish, not shabby at all, and for a while it was every cast a fish. I love that, but it slowed down again and we were getting ready to call it a day when something big hit young C's blue, sparkly, rubber worm thing, fished deep. Turned out to be a serious catfish, easily the best catch of the day. Well done, young man!

So that was that, great fun. As we were driving back to my church friend's place, I learned that one of the families who settled the area back in the 1850s/60s(?) still lived on their land, which they most very sensibly hadn't sold off, ahem, word to the wise.

Wisdom aside, their original cabin is still in place, on a bluff, not so very far from where we were fishing. "Do not leave this cabin while I'm gone," said the patriarch to his wife or daughter. She did, and was scalped by Comanches, who were active in the county. 

Imagine what it took to settle Texas. It was no small thing, and people from Europe and the UK, perhaps CONUS too, have this "Yee-Haw" comedy cowboy view of our state. Fair enough, cinematic PR has its place, but the reality's different. Those people were tough as nails and that's not gone; friendly with it, mind you.

Fish on,

LSP

Monday Regroup

 

After various chores, which included a trip to heavily tattooed Walmart, I picked up an handheld computing device and dialed LL:

Leftist Malfeasance

"I say, Colonel, are you ready for the Burning Man muster?" He held back, non-plussed, "I don't want to hang with dirty hippies, even if they are rich." I thought about this and replied, "But you do understand we shall be charging them, as in cavalry charge, starting off at one end of the Playa and ending at another. Command leading, I trust you're part of our forward echelon?"

Apologies to Congo Compton 

I needn't have asked, "Of course I'm in, but we need a dog pack to harry the hippies." A "dog pack"? What did this mean, war dogs?!? Yes, a solid 10,000 dogs, brigade strength, unleashed on rich, Bay Area rainbow hippies after drone swarms have done their worst. Picture the snarling fury.

Imagine, drones attack, dogs attack, a ferocious brigade of them, then Cav sweeps in and destroys an enemy in disarray. "Are you part of this, Horse Sarn't Major?" Affirmative. In fairness, it was an easy bet, not that I'm a betting man, go on and visit the monkey, eh?

Know You're Enemy

See you all at the muster,

LSP

PS. Provide your own mounts.

Rebel Yell

 

The Rebel Yell struck fear into the hearts of outmaneuvered Yankees, yes, but what did it sound like? This short video from the Smithsonian offers a clue:

It sounds like a... like a... game call. You'll note, too, how much more civilized in speech and demeanor we were before progress, aka Marxism, took its toll. The same thing, absent game call, holds true for Great Britain, see Elizabeth II who spoke as she should. I won't go on, but what a video, well done those men.

On topic, a visitor turned up at one of the Missions today, with Deo Vindice emblazoned on the back of his rig. He felt warmly welcomed, you may be assured of that.

DV,

LSP

++++

Bonus Track!

Sorry not sorry, "Neil," imagine the sunburn. Kyrie.

LSP

I Will Go Unto The Altar Of God

 

Intriobo ad altare Dei, I will go to the altar of God. For me that means saying Mass at Mission #1, which is right next door, and Mission #2, which is some 20 minutes drive away by Lake Whitney. What a privilege that is! To consecrate the elements of bread and wine such that they become the Body and Blood of Christ, what can we say? Domine non sum dignus, Lord I am not worthy.

Powerful, and so was our Gospel text for the day, in which Christ says to Peter, "Get thee behind me Satan!" Why Satan? Because Peter was offering Christ demonic counsel, tempting him to abandon the way of the Cross and thence salvation. Of course the Devil did the same thing in the wilderness at the outset of Christ's ministry, offering him all the kingdoms of the world, only to be met with the same rebuke given to Peter.

Get thee behind me Satan! Use those words when attacked by the unclean spirit. Speaking of which, Burning Man is on and so is the Notting Hill Stabfest Carnival. I should avoid both places if I were you, though it might be fun to put together several big horse trailers and do some light cav "performance art." Perhaps it'd look something like this.

There you are, lined up in formation at one end of the hot, hot Playa, heat shimmering off the sand as hellish techno beats dully in the demonic distance. A bugle calls, sharp and clear, and it's sabers out; Command moves forward at a walk, leading, then it's all acceleration, trot, canter, gallop, sabers down, run, charge! 

You can imagine the rich hippies being caught at a disadvantage. Gentlemen, on breaking through to the other side, circle 'round and seize their baggage train, what little of it's worth keeping.

So, get thee behind me Satan! 

Cheers,

LSP