Clubland AND Detroit

  

Ho, Ho!

But what's this? Detroit. Maybe one day it'll come back; we wait with bated breath.  C'mon DAC, where's the recip?

I love Clubland. Detroit? Different story.

Cheers,

LSP

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Keep Your Rifle By Your Side

 

You'll note lever action, and right on:

Arma virumque cano,

LSP

Cream - Detroit

 

Typical Compound Scene

Yeah, Detroit, back when it was cool and not some kind of leftist destroyed urban playground, full of waiters, rentiers and ne'er do well chancers. Uh huh. But hey, maybe it's coming back because, you know, all businesses really like massive carbon tax. Rock on.

nutter

Ginger Baker. Give that man a DLC promotion; he was a horseman, in case you scoff. Was Hawkwind his send-off? Perhaps, Levitation forever.

Cheers,

LSP

Boots On The Ground

 

Well, at least the back deck of the Compound. Boots, don't you think, are a bit like guns, look after them and they'll look after you. To that end, I apply Mink Oil on these old High Tory Ariats and so should you, it keeps them supple and waterproof.

Of course you might prefer to bull your boots, like a Guardsman, and that has it's own mirror bright satisfaction too. Not as practical though, unless you're on a parade square in Whitehall. That in mind, we're still at war with Iran, you may have noticed, which leaves EL SENOR, our famously anti-war president, in a bit of a conundrum.

Either he wins this war decisively, which surely means boots on the ground in great numbers, or he withdraws in ignominy, like Biden in Afghanistan. You see the catch, punters, he can't do either, but perhaps I'm missing something? 

Feel free to chime in and, in the meanwhile, here's a photo of the Reform Club. Imagine all those Club Table pundits chewing on this knotty FORPOL puzzle over a lengthy lunch, vaguely terrifying.

As always, your Pal,

LSP 

You Risible Mountebank

 

Wizened  Old Crone

Just look at this wizened crone DEI hire. Attractive, isn't it, and it became even less attractive when it decided to award a couple of hardline, Osama Bin Laden Jihadists a special Anglican medal for interfaith endeavor, on 9/11 no less.

Mountebank

Good work, Mullally, whose professional qualifications for being the leaderene of the Church of England  = middle management HR nurse. How apt, and if you're inclined to be clever, you might say that the risible Mullally is an outward and visible sign of the Church of England's inward decay. 

How Beautiful!

That in mind, Mountebank Mullally has rescinded her endorsement of Jihad and we have to wonder, who put zhir up for that? For God's sake, the COE is beyond parody at this point. Will faithful  people, led by their pastors, rise up and seize the moment? They should and must, that moment's upon us.

Kizmet,

LSP

Look At This Dhimwhit

 

Well have a look at this, a fake Archbishop of Canterbury's awarded a fake Anglican medal award to a couple of Moslems who hate Christianity, all in the name of "interfaith dialogue." What is it about interfaith dialogue with Moslems do you not get, Sarah?

Maybe all of it. Islamic interfaith dialogue = cutting the heads off unbelievers and conquering them, see the Eastern Roman Empire. Sarah's interfaith dialogue = pretending all religions are the same in our nursing quest to Rainbow Utopia.

They think, you see, that if we welcome, meet, and befriend the Other they'll come together like a Beatles' song and everything will be peace on earth, not unlike a 1990s beauty pageant. Then reality hits. All these third world Moslem savages are running around raping your daughters, wrecking your already wrecked streets and getting Akbar about it.

You know what I mean. Problem. Solution. Apart from cutting off welfare for imported votes, which ain't gonna happen, return to the Faith. If that occurs then there's a ground to stand on. As it is, English/Euro secularism is being replaced by Islam. Well, any gas will a vacuum.

That in mind, Islam isn't the Religion of Peace, it's the religion of war since its conception. Maybe we need to face up to that, contra big pants diversity hire Mullally. In the meanwhile, the Church of England's a pathetic satire of itself, in case you wondered.

Your Pal,

LSP

Take Me To The Water

 

You know what it's like, a cup of strong covefe, dogs fed, Morning Prayer said, 1928 thank you very much, and the house asks, "What shall we do with the rest of this heat-stricken morning?" Answer, "Let's head to the lake and take the dogs."

A few minutes later and there it was, Lake Whitney in all its dammed up glory. Seriously, a tranquil scene, and the dogs loved it, splashing and paddling around while I tried to catch fish with a topwater lure. Big fun for one and all, and it'd have been more fun if a ferocious bass had struck my fake plastic floating shad with famously piscine fury, but that didn't happen.

Instead, the dogs got a good bath, the lake remained tranquil and my eyelids started to sweat, so we packed up and headed back to the Compound and the comparative safety of this North Central Texan bucolic haven. Good result, apart from catching any fish, which didn't happen, but that wasn't the point; the dogs had a massively fun day at the water and slept accordingly on the way back. Good pups.

The Pit/Lab(?) cross is my eldest's, and I'm looking after her while he reclasses to be a Forward Observer. I asked him, "I say, son, does that mean you're going artillery?" He replied that it did. "So then, d'ye have to go to AIT again and learn how to put shells in guns?" 

No, he replied, "It's more air assault and sending the coordinates back." I got that, "Right on, air assaulty, are you fit for it?" He thought that he was, good for Hood, average for Bragg, and fair play to him. So, say a prayer for the kid's next evolution, he's come a long way.

Cheers and Fish on,

LSP

Send This Orc To Gaol

 

In a spirit of love, mercy and compassion, send this traitorous mountebank "Islam is a religion of peace" fraud to gaol. The world's had enough of his malfeasant wickedness and now he has to go. It'd be good, wouldn't it, if at least one corrupt deep state operative were made to face justice in this world.

That is all,

LSP

All Hail Scruton

 

Sir Roger Scruton, whom Acton Institute co-founder Rev. Robert Sirico once described as “perhaps the world’s leading conservative philosopher,” passed away from cancer Sunday at the age of 75. His profound intelligence probed every subject from aesthetics and sexuality to religion and the minutiae of governing.

OK, the last few posts have been kind of staid, maybe a little preachy, so here's something new, random wisdom from the late, great Roger Scruton. Here he is on the evil of Marxism and its intellectual champions:

For Marx, the interests that are advanced by an ideology are those of a ruling class. We might similarly suggest that the interests advanced by totalitarian ideology are those of an aspiring elite. And we might confront totalitarian ideology in Marxian spirit, by explaining it in terms of its social function, and thereby exploding its epistemological claims. It is not the truth of Marixsm that explains the willingness of intellectuals to believe it, but the power it confers on intellectuals, in their attempts to control the world. And since, as Swift says, it is futile to reason someone out of a thing that he was not reasoned into, we can conclude that Marxism owes its remarkable power to survive every criticism to the fact that it is not a truth-directed but a power-directed system of thought. 

 

Scruton! Hard at work speaking truth to power, and again, “Intellectuals are naturally attracted by the idea of a planned society, in the belief that they will be in charge of it.” Well ain't that the truth.

Fun fact, Sir Roger Scruton was a smoker as well as an awesome philosopher and cleverly worked out a sizable retainer from Japan Tobacco International, you can read about it on the internet. Now I really like him.

All Hail Scruton,

LSP

Siege of Malta

 

In 1565, just over a decade from the conquest of Constantinople by the Moslem Turks, the Christian island of Malta was attacked by the Sea Jihad, arriving off the island's coast on 18 May with some 200 ships and perhaps 40,000 fighters. Malta was held by around 6,000 men, led by the Knights of Malta and their Grand Master Jean de Vallette.

Vastly outnumbered and outgunned, the Moslems had an enormous superiority in artillery, the Knights held out, not least at Fort St. Elmo. This brought time for a Christian relief force to arrive on the island on September 7. This multi-national Catholic army combined with the Knights proceeded to route the Islamic invaders, who reembarked and fled the scene.

It's estimated that over 30,000 Moslem invaders were killed during the siege and perhaps a third of the island's defenders. The remarkably heroic defense of Malta put to rest the myth of Ottoman invincibility and laid the foundation for the victorious sea battle of Lepanto, 6 years later.

Thanks to the extraordinary courage of Malta's Christian defenders and later Lepanto, the Jihad was stopped in the Mediterranean. But that was then. The Jihad's still very much alive today, though lacking military dominance, and instead of invading the West through force has been invited in by Quislings in search of cash and votes. Will our people, like the Maltese and their knights, stand up and be counted?

The vote's out,

LSP

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Postscript: Many years ago, back when Great Britain still had a Navy but had withdrawn from Malta, I remember sitting at the Royal Malta Yacht Club, enjoying colonial style curry and looking out at the Grand Harbour, imagining the sound and fury of the siege. Heroic stuff.

After lunch, I wandered off onto the recently deserted Naval base above the club and marveled at the greatness that had been, the place was huge, at least to my juvenile eyes, and I think it's featured in a movie or two. Quite a thing, and the thought that Britain had abandoned it filled me with a kind of fury; why had we walked away from such greatness? It seemed me to at the age of 10, and still does, a kind of betrayal. What can I say?

Faith, Hope and Charity,

L

Desert Warrior

 

not my pal but similar

Many years ago I tried out as an Assistant Priest (AP) in London, in Tottenham, of all places. Of course I didn't want to go there and was, to be honest, talking to the local Roman authority. Regardless, I remember sitting in the Rector's office, and we got on very well, what a good man. 

As we talked, I looked at the photos above his desk, and there was one of him in a desert driving a cut down Land Rover, wearing a keffiyeh and sporting a beard, complete with multiple GPMGs and all of that, clearly Oman. "I say," offered 25 year old Fr. LSP, "is that you?" Fr. X agreed that it was, and I replied, "Fr. X, desert warrior." He nodded, and that's exactly what he'd been before becoming a priest.

Think about that, an SAS officer working as a humble priest in Tottenham. Respect. Of course I was too young and full of it, ahem,  to really get that, and I retreated into the ether; he went on to die, and I haven't forgotten that man who was so much more than I.

Stand strong for the Faith,

LSP

Forgive

 

Christ tells Peter we must forgive our brother 70 x 7, a totality, and proceeds to tell a parable to that effect. He finishes, "So it will be for you if you do not forgive your brother from your heart." To put it bluntly, you go to hell if you have an unforgiving spirit or heart.

Does that sound somehow harsh? Hardly. Consider the qualities of an unforgiving spirit: Wrath, resentment, vengeance and everything that flows from that. Do these things make us happy? Demonstrably not. Do they add to our communion or fellowship with our fellow men? Errrr, no, they do not. Do they make us attractive? Now that's a hard one. No, they don't.

Just look at what sheer evil does to a person

An unforgiving, vengeful heart is abhorrent to men, and all the more so to God who is in all simplicity mercy, love and compassion in Himself. The unforgiving person, the soul which nurtures hatred, revenge and grievance close to itself eventually becomes what it does. Net result? A soul diametrically opposed to God. There is no place in paradise for such an... entity.

So we must forgive and do so totally. Easy to say, right, but notoriously hard to do when we're stabbed in the back, the blood's flowing and we've been grievously hurt. When that happens we want to lash back in furious rage and destroy our enemy utterly. But hold on, stand by.

Some kind of pathetic joke?

When we're tempted by such a demonic urge, and we all are, first consider the parable of the unforgiving steward. Who are we to wreak vengeance when so much has been forgiven, and then pray the Lord's Prayer, "Forgive us our trespasses and we forgive those who trespass against us." With that, ask God in prayer to grant us a merciful, loving, compassionate heart. 

I tell you, all ye heathen, that he will grant this request and transform our hearts into the likeness of his own, such that when we meet him face to face he will recognize us as his own and welcome us into the heavenly kingdom. 

Now, is all this about being somehow soft on sin? No, it's about fashioning our hearts after the heart of God, becoming like him. Therein lies sanctity, salvation, and the defeat of demons.

Deus Vult,

LSP