Wymxn Priestesses Are So Awesome

 

History isn't taught anymore in schools in the US and, for all I know, may have been expunged from the UK curriculum too. Behold, punters, Gramsci's long march through the institutions, but regardless, we're all critical thinkers here and some of us may even remember the far-off, mists of time arguments in favor of ordaining wymxn.

They weren't complex and went pretty much like this: Women can be judges, lawyers and politicians, so why not priests? Anything less is unjust! To exclude half of humanity from the priesthood is hateful, wrong and unjust and has to stop, the Gospel of love demands it. The Church didn't ordain women because it was hidebound to the patriarchal oppression of the past, this has to stop! And the good old kicker, "If we don't ordain women, no one in today's society will take us seriously."

How that last point's aged like vintage milk. My, how the people of the Anglo-sphere look to Canterbury and think, "At last I can take Anglicanism seriously because Sarah Mullally's in charge." What risible nonsense, just on the face of it, much less without the vaguely deeper point that the Church, founded by Christ, is to shape the world as opposed to the other way around. You'll recall, all you history buffs, how early Christians were ripped apart by wild beasts in the arenas of Rome for standing up for such a thing.

Then there's the secular sacrosanct taboo of social justice. No wymxn priestesses means no justice, badly, egregiously so, and we must correct that to become truly Christian and loving. Oh my, how compelling, until you make the effort and see what they're saying, which is this:

That the Church, from its earliest conception was wrong, grievously wrong, that it had injustice and sin written into its ministerial and sacramental DNA from the very beginning, because it didn't ordain women. And only now, since the enlightenment of the last 50 years have we seen the truth, inspired, no doubt, by the Holy Spirit zhirself.

For Holy Spirit, read Cultural Marxism or something worse, far worse, Satan himself. They were saying, and some still do, that the Church, the Mystical Body of Christ, was evil at something like its deepest level, and had to be corrected. This is one of Talarico's impudent little blasphemies masquerading as tolerance and love. But no, their stance, their position isn't about love, it's about hatred of the Church Christ founded, and if you hate that, what d'ye think of its founder, Christ himself?

Not much. Therein, my few friends, hangs the tale, an evil tale of revolt against God, see Lucifer, and in this case, the sacramental ministry he's given to us. That's, I believe, at the heart of it, but now? Behold the spectacle of persyns like Mullally pretending to be something, Archbishop, they don't even believe in anyway.

That in mind, keen-eyed readers will have noticed that Churches and dioceses which adopt wymxn priestesses soon lose all sacerdotal character, the innovation's like a solvent which dissolves sacramental belief and practice. Caveat and hey, here at the Compound, in this sylvan enclave which is North Central Texas, there are no wymxn priestesses and no one's complaining about that.

Your Pal,

LSP

Texas Is Awesome - But Not Talarico

 

Still no rain, maybe that comes tomorrow, but evening light falls golden onto the Compound's porch. Sparrows rustle in the hedge, possums patrol fence tops, roosters crow, and grackles screech ferociously as woodpeckers knock out the rhythm. I tell you, it's like a zoo here. And guess what?

Apart from the dog, who relies entirely on benefits without working, there's no socialism here, much less rainbow Islamo-Marxism or wymxn priestesses. And that's just the way it is, but not if Talarico has zhir way. Talarico reckons God's non-binary, that Jesus was a radical feminist, poverty is violence, like what?, and, “My whiteness, my masculinity, all those things limit my imagination about what is possible.”

Good heavens! Once we get beyond Talarico's bizarre whiteness and masculinity the limits are down and imagination's free to surge. To what? Let's have a look at a Talarico rally in Austin:

Talarico rally in Austin, Tx Is this the strangest rally you've ever seen? https://t.co/OI5A5jfU6L

— A Man Of Memes (@RickyDoggin) October 28, 2026

Far out, and what does it even mean? One thing at least, that the Left's been driven insane by Satan, and you'll be glad to know we don't tolerate this on the porch much less in the church. On topic, I went to the DMV after Mass on Sunday and early voted against Talarico and his abortionist, fraudulent, deceitful, hit-me-face, open borders, high tax, greenscam, rainbow pals.  Maybe, even now, voting has some meaning in this increasingly barbarous, corrupt and despotic age.

Huh. I know what you're like, you'll say "good luck with that, so-called LSP, pass the ammo," but still, before we call Nooses Down The Mall, we must make some kind of effort. And please, God, let it rain.

Clubland Forever,

LSP 

What's Up With The Dear Old Church Of England

 

Have you been following the fortunes of the dear old Church of England? Perhaps you have, and you'll have noticed that Sarah Mullally's leftist conventicle's committed to two things, NetZero and Reparations, reparations for slavery. 

Leaving aside the venerable COE's leading role in ending slavery, neither of these two projects come in cheap, they cost money. Shipping over a million Pounds to Africa to buy votes and associated green virtue signaling costs cold, hard, cash.

Even ZeroHedge picked up on the unwholesome story, reminding us that 37 out of 42 dioceses are running deficits, as opposed to 18 in 2019, and that these same dioceses now employ 80% more administrative staff than they did in 2005. All this, while clergy numbers continue to fall. Here's Zero:

"More and more of its funds are being spent on administration in every diocese while churchgoing continues to decline, and less and less is spent on supporting parish clergy," the report says. Its twelve recommendations include cutting the number of dioceses and diocesan bishops to around 30, cutting the money allocated nationally to strategic investments by at least three-quarters, and making deaneries the main budget holders.

The authors also single out social justice projects as "costly" and "extravagant," and say congregations see them as "unrealistic, extravagant, unsustainable and deeply depressing." And of course, the church's woke Net Zero target is insane - the Church wants to reach it by 2030 and, according to the Mail, has a £190 million fund for eco-friendly renovations, but a Church Times report says its own progress report forecasts a cut of about 29 percent from 2023 levels by 2030, short of the target.

The other is... reparations! Project Spire, a £100 million fund spread over nine years, set up after research the Church commissioned concluded that Queen Anne's Bounty, a predecessor of the Church Commissioners' endowment, had links to the transatlantic slave trade. Critics, including the Conservative peer Nigel Biggar, call that research flawed - though of course the Church rejects the charge.

 

Well you know what they say, dear friends, go woke, go broke. That in mind, d'ye think the UK's state Church's fiscal trajectory serves as a parable for the nation at large?

You be the judge,

LSP

Poetry Mondays - Gods of the Copybook Headings

 

we threw this away

Inspired by one of the few people who read this shallow and frivolous mind-blog, I present Kipling's Gods of the Copybook Headings as an opening salvo in a new and populist series, Poetry Mondays. Here it is, forgive small font:

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,

I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.

Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,

And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn

That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:

But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,

So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,

Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,

But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come

That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,

They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;

They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;

So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.

They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.

But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,

And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life

(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)

Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,

And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,

By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;

But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,

And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew,

And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true

That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four–

And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man

There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.

That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,

And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins

When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,

As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,

The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

Chesterton, whom I greatly admire, scorned Kipling, but Chesterton, for all his greatness wasn't always right. That said, I'd argue Kipling was right in the X-Ring with this. Make of it what you will.

Ad Solem,

LSP

Best Movie?

Hey now, listen up all ye heathen, what's the best movie? Here at the Compound the vote's unanimous. Best SciFi, Bladerunner. Easy. 

Best Ancient Rome, Gladiator. Again easy. Hey, feel free to disagree, it's not like there's some kind of "rule," and OK, maybe movies are somehow opaque to you, fair play. 

Whatever the case, cheers and Go. To. Church and worship God as opposed to some dam idol.

Your Buddy,

LSP

Doom On My Friends - Miracle Needed

 

The best thing about Garden Europa and its rainbow soft power is how solvent it is. Just kidding, EU debt sits at over 16TN €, because of course it does, all those votes aren't going to pay themselves for goodness sake. But what happens when you run outta cash to pay the votes? 

The votes get angry, see France, which sits on the top of the EU's debt pile. Let's not get down into the weeds but, as an old friend once said, "The problem with debt is that someone, eventually, wants to be paid back.

How, and with what? No one seems to know, not least the Europeans who don't produce anything to speak of and aren't even reproducing themselves. Demographic suicide, anyone? I tell you, it's a weird and horrible thing to watch a civilization kill itself. But what am I saying.

Here in the US we're several orders of magnitude greater in debt, and go figure, every dollar's an IOU at interest to the privately owned Fed. Who knows, maybe we'll inflate our way out the coming crisis. In the meanwhile, we're ignoring it on the good old precept that maybe, if we shut our eyes, the problem will cease to exist.

How smart. Can't have that, raysisst

Well that's cheery, isn't it, but there is this. Here in the States 100s of thousands of Islamo-Marxist votes aren't marching in our streets and trying to burn what's left of Western Civ down. Go on, try it, Commies, and see how far you get before we revert to ammo gold standard. That in mind, and message to market: 

If you're a Christian, not least a catholic, and the two are synonymous, Go. To. Mass. Or whatever, worship God with your praise band and all of that. Seriously, if we get this essential spiritual component right everything else will fall into place, not least miraculously. And let's call the shot as seen, we need a miracle right about now.

Send it,

LSP

Sea Side

my brother in Aber

Not a lot of you know this, but the Compound's faced by a small house which used to be a sewing shop and's now an AirBnb. What happens is this. AirBnb punters fly in and take up residence for a week or a month or two. Who are these people? Typically tradesmen, flown in by big money to work on bigger money projects, like data centers. And guess what, we've got plenty of that about, witness last night. 

There we were, just taking it easy on the Front porch, country style, when a couple of carpenters walked over to join in the coniviv. Before you could say "clean that Glock," there we were, talking away. Word to the wise, these industrial level carpenters hate data centers and see them as a potential infringement on our civil liberty. They were also quiet, well considered, respectful young men.

I was most impressed and led them on a tour of Mission #1, which they loved as "historic." Good boys. Point of this shallow post? Don't doom out, there are many, many good people amongst us, not least in the Trades. University? Maybe a little bit more complex.

"What is lost is never gained again." Ahem, really? Let's have India back, for a start.

Cheers,

LSP

Stand Well Clear

 

Apart from having a somewhat exotic aristocratic background and a perhaps opaque war record, Christopher Lee was no fool. Take his advice and stand well clear.

Sir Christopher Lee also warned people not to dabble in Satanism or the occult, saying: "Never, never, never. You will not only lose your mind, you will also lose your soul." https://t.co/mUozq1w3QR

— Trad West (@trad_west_) December 23, 2025

 

You have been warned,

LSP 

The Decline Is Optional

 

Look, no one had to import millions of people from the third world into the West, it wasn't some kind of necessity, and yet they've made it so. Who are these mysterious "they"? On the one hand, the rentier class and big equity congloms like Blackrock, allied with every business owner who looks forward to cheap labor. On the other, Leftists X in search of votes.

A perfect storm and net result? Your little shoe box style island, aka Great Britain, gets flooded with savages who hate you. But everything's just fine until you can't afford to pay their welfare, then everything gets messy. And that's just it, until you can't afford to pay their dole. Think about it, what happens then, once the taxpayer funded cash spigot runs dry.

All kinds of mayhem, and what we've seen in France is the precursor. Here in the States? We elected a government to at least nominally cut out fraud and secure the border, to stop the flow of illegal votes into the country and with it, to promote a living wage and hopefully affordable rents. What. Horrible. Fascism.

The remarkable thing is that we've got this far, like, a closed southern border, what? Yeah, it happened, and this brings me to the point. The great replacement, managed decline of the West, the craven hand-over of a once imperial, apex society to barely literate freeloaders didn't happen by accident. 

No, it was and is deliberate. None of this had to happen. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to reverse this satanic thing. Here at the Compound we're playing our part, and by the way, it's Trafalgar Day. A glorious Victory.

Ad Astra,

LSP

Marking Time

 

Here's the thing. You may have noticed Paris went up in flames last weekend; so very terrible and awful. How long d'ye think the State would've taken to knock that protest down if they'd decided to engage? In about 10 minutes, but they didn't. What does this suggest? Not least, the power you're paying taxes to for your protection ain't acting in your interest. In fact, it's operating against that. So what do you do? Climb aboard the chopper.

Point being, our decline is optional,

LSP

Karma Strikes Wood Cricket

 

"Karma's a bitch my little wood cricket," writes Gad Saad as a lib white woman cries out in shock and disbelief as the ferals she's supported in Paris loot her boutique. Suicidal empathy? That's part of it, living on fantasy leftist island is another. Imagine zhir bewilderment when the precious savages she loved, supported and voted for smashed through her fancy little shop.

Some believe that after thirty or so years of a hollowed out culture, of a country which has been taught to despise its roots, aesthetic and religion is little better than a vacuum, and nature abhors a vacuum. Witness the noxious gas that's now filling the public square of secular France. What can we say? You voted for it, dhimwits.

In related news, some UK general's telling the people to prepare for war and sacrifice. Is General Roly, real name, preparing the UK's gen pop for an external or internal war? The former's unlikely because the UK couldn't fight a war overseas if it tried, they don't have an army, navy or air force, you see. But they do have maybe just enough troops, just to quell civil... disturbance. And that, my dear friends, ain't a given.

I tell you kids, it's getting messy,

LSP

All Rhodesians?

 

You either get it or you don't. For those that do, gear up and learn to ride.

Cheers,

LSP