“Leftwing people find it very hard to get on with rightwing people, because they believe that they are evil. Whereas I have no problem getting on with leftwing people, because I simply believe that they are mistaken.”
Note Scruton's cool hair.
Scruton is a hero.
LSP
After Mass a churchwoman asked me if I'd "go clubbing" when I go to London tomorrow, she's a veteran sound engineer, and I replied that I most certainly would, "I love clubbing. Look up... on your handheld computing device." Hey, rock on.
So I'm looking forward to Clubland, and you never know, it might even rain in jolly old England, unlike here. That said, is England gone? Not on Pall Mall, and I can vouch for that by experience, but here's the thing. All those grandees who rule the country or at least have influence on those who do, haven't done a very good job of safeguarding the nation.
Point being, they haven't stopped the flow of Moslem savages into the land, making the UK the rape capitol of Europe, or something like that. I call dereliction of duty in favor of what? Votes, higher rents, lower wages and all of that. Outrageous.
Now look here, I'm not against privilege, far from it and wish I had more, ask the Monkey, but here's the thing. If you have it, privilege, see Pall Mall et al., then you'd better bloody well use it for the common good. Because if you don't, the peasants will notoriously revolt, which won't be pretty. Just saying.
Here Endeth the Lesson,
LSP
Good question, what's it like in this Free State. Well, I'll tell you. It's baking hot and we haven't had any rain for months. I'll be candid, going outside is like walking into a pre-heating oven. And that'd be fine, it happens every year, but this time it's amplified by NO SKYWATER. Literally, no rain for months. What does this mean?
Clearly HAARP is working against us. Black Hats. Chem Trail White Hats? Ineffective, obviously. Net result? We swelter and pray for rain. Seriously, I remember pulling into Brookshires supermarket car park 15 years ago or so and... it began to rain, big time. One guy got off of his rig, took off his shirt, raised his arms and stood there in a kind of ecstasy.
Maybe you think I'm inventing that, no, I am not. Man, what relief. Here, check this out by way of Welsh reference:
Now, if you live in Aberystwyth all this may seem weird or even counter-intuitive. Yep, I get that. But withhold judgement lest ye too be judged. Oh, sorry! You already are, with endless Climate Change, aka "rain." Please send some our way.
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
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? As in maybe a naval blockade will work.
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
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.
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,
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
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
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
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.
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
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
