Prince Andrew, gaoled on his 66th birthday no less. Well it's about time, dear punters. Do you think anyone else will be arrested for being part of our beloved cabal of pedo, cannibal, devil worshiping elite rulers? We can but hope.
In the meanwhile, this neo-scapegoat dimwit dupe prince can't be too happy tonight.
Here we are at the beginning of Lent, and it's time for that yearly installment TS Eliot's Ash Wednesday:
VI
Although I do not hope to turn again
Although I do not hope
Although I do not hope to turn
Wavering between the profit and the loss
In this brief transit where the dreams cross
The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying
(Bless me father) though I do not wish to wish these things
From the wide window towards the granite shore
The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying
Unbroken wings
And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices
In the lost lilac and the lost sea voices
And the weak spirit quickens to rebel
For the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell
Quickens to recover
The cry of quail and the whirling plover
And the blind eye creates
The empty forms between the ivory gates
And smell renews the salt savour of the sandy earth
This is the time of tension between dying and birth
The place of solitude where three dreams cross
Between blue rocks
But when the voices shaken from the yew-tree drift away
Let the other yew be shaken and reply.
Blessèd sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden,
Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still
Even among these rocks,
Our peace in His will
And even among these rocks
Sister, mother
And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea,
Suffer me not to be separated
And let my cry come unto Thee.
And here's a prayer:
Almighty and everlasting God, who hatest nothing that thou hast made and dost forgive the sins of all them that are penitent: Create and make in us new and contrite hearts, that we, worthily lamenting our sins, and acknowledging our wretchedness, may obtain of thee, the God of all mercy, perfect remission and forgiveness; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end. Amen.
Now look here you lot. I'm not a conspiracy theorist, I'm a conspiracy realist, and one thing at least is clear. They replaced her with an Iranian Lesbian or, per Ma LSP, a Lesbyterian. Terrifying, isn't it, but what should we expect from an elite NWO Illuminati cabal of Devil worshipping, pedophile cannibals?
In related news, America's celebrated Devil Witch, Maria Abramovic, is complaining that people think her a spirit cooking, sex magicke, Crowleyite, cannibalistic devil witch. Now she needs bodyguards to protect her from people opposed to her devil witchery appallingly bad degenerate art. Huh.
Let's finish with an Anglo-Catholic, Christopher Lee's perennial warning:
Keen-eyed observers will recognize downtown Dallas as seen from the 9th floor of Methodist hospital. But why, you ask in that wondering way, were you there? Because Ma LSP thought it'd be a good idea to lift a large and heavy planter on the back deck. No, it was not a good idea, it was a bad idea, which resulted in a compound stress fracture in her lower back.
Fortunately, she was able to make her way across the street to a good neighbor who drove her to Methodist, and one of the LSP sisters was able to help out to boot, very much so. Me? I tipped up today after Mass at Mission #2, Sacrament in pyx, and full of filial piety. Thank God, we all agreed, that surgery wasn't on the cards.
Surgery. No small thing at any time, much less in your 80s. As it is, she''ll have to wear a brace, she calls it a "corset," and go to rehab for a week or so, then back home. Good thing there's family in the area, eh?
Well, I left her watching Bonnie & Clyde just as the sun set over the glassy towers of the Metrosprawl, setting them ablaze with its light. Dear friends, you'll note from the above photo that one of our buildings is made of gold. Yes, gold. Surely not some kind of parable.
But more on this hospital scenario anon. In the meanwhile, do say a prayer for Ma LSP's full recovery.
Man, he's stand out above the poltroons and egregious pigs-in-the-trough mountebanks who've run formerly Great Britain into the ground. Mr. Lowe donates his salary to charity, isn't part of the bought and paid for Uniparty quango which effectively loathes and despises the people it taxes and governs for its own enrichment.
Will this man succeed, over and against the University driven shrieks of the Quisling Left? I don't know, busy here in Texas as opposed to Westminster, but here's the man himself:
I am today launching Restore Britain as a national political party.
In a shocking new development, the Church of England's General Synod voted on Thursday to halt its controversial Living in Love and Freedom process, a multi-year initiative which attempted to broker gay blessing rituals into the life of the declining denomination.
For now, stand alone same-sex union ceremonies remain officially prohibited by the denomination, and clergy are not allowed to marry their gay partners. However, new gender and sexuality working groups will continue the gay debate.
The Synod's ruling left some on the rainbow wing of the Church heartrendingly disappointed, with one priestess, Claire Robson, stating that “the cost to my life and ministry is incalculable … Hopes have been dashed and apologies rendered meaningless.” Rev. Charlie Bączyk-Bell said his “heart was broken.” Here xhe is, in full rainbow weepdown (fwd to end):
Charlie Bączyk-Bell, a queer Anglican priest, absolutely GOES OFF and RIPS into the CoE yesterday at Synod, foaming with unrighteous indignation before breaking into pathetic tears at the end.
"How DARE we come again to this place to lament and recognize distress and pain… pic.twitter.com/CdiJTY4xXd
How long will the Church of England and its Sinod be able to resist such impassioned pleas for gayness? Will clergy persyns get gay married anyway in rainbow defiance of Church law? Will there even be a Church of England by the time its new sex studies groups have stopped talking? If not, that's one problem solved, Net Zero carbon emissions from the UK's shrinking national Church.
We used to have beautiful art and architecture and a culture we exported, ending slavery, cannibalism and widow burning to the people we ruled. To say nothing of roads, schools, industry and all of that. How very, very, very colonialist evil, which reminds me of a time in the Anglican cathedral in Nairobi.
There it was, hung with memorials to Empire and mostly forgotten regiments. I stood in awe. The Bishop of Winchester's wife felt differently, "How disgusting!" she exclaimed over a cup of Kenyan coffee in the grounds of the church. I looked at her and noticed she had two snakes tattooed on her shoulder blades. Imagine, if you can, the looks of the Edwardian ladies whose sons were memorialized in that cathedral.
All oblivious to the wife of the Bishop of Winchester, all she felt was disgust at Great Britain's colonial past, and she's one amongst very many. Marxism, cultural or otherwise, poisoned their minds such that they hate their country, its past and its Faith, they're in rebellion against it even as they live with its benefits, for as long as those survive, which won't be for very Sharia longer.
Note this. self-loathing, virtue-signaling Leftism won't fare so well when it's being rainbow kicked off the nearest Victorian building in Tower Hamlets. But that's as maybe.
The Epstein thing continues to reap victims in the UK. Has a single person been brought to justice in the US, as in client list? No, they have not. For that matter, even if we win the culture war, which I hope we do, will we still have a culture to export. Ahem. Make of this what you will.
Well what have we here, a UK billionaire who has the sheer temerity to call out the obvious, that his country's being colonized by votes immigrants. Well go figure, 12 million or so imported Islamic votes over the last five years with associated welfare? Way to go. Here's Sir Jim Ratcliffe and note, the Left are shrieking and swallowing their bifurcated tongues:
It’s when the sensible people say it out loud that it becomes an acceptable thing to say. https://t.co/yEhSKhOGnF
When people with money start holding the mountebanks in power in Westminster and beyond to account there might, possibly, be some change. What's the alternative?
Welfare breaks. The vaunted, holy, sacrosanct NHS breaks. Wages drop, prices rise. Taxes rise. Rents rise. Money flees. Once great cities become urban hellholes, and only the very, very rich live in Ivory Tower splendour over the burgeoning mass of minimum wage bread and circus serfs.
Sound familiar? It should, it's the Detroit model and we're living through it. And I tell you, the above scenario's a veritable template for conflict, not least when your imported votes are Moslem savages. Maybe Ratcliffe et al can put a stop to this unfortunate trend, after all, their money's riding on it.
Yes, UK Parliament, we're looking at you. What a gang of poltroons, of self-serving, despotic, subpar, traitorous, margarine demon Blairite mountebanks. There are exceptions, like Mr. Lowe, but they're rare. Has the time come for what's left of the UK's Army to go full Cromwell? Surely a Battalion of Guards or better yet, Gurkhas, would be more than sufficient.
Don't get me wrong, I'm a full-on Charles I monarchist, obviously, and no fan of Cromwell and his military tyranny of Major Generals. But something radical has to be done, clearly, and that's just in the UK. Surely Congress and Senate have no need whatsoever of a purge.
Your Old Pal,
LSP
PS. Read Belloc's Cromwell and Charles I, two outstanding biographies from everyone's favorite belligerent.
We know this rightly acclaimed actor for his commanding presence and aura on the silver screen, where this horror legend often played the part of diabolic, supernatural, occult villains such as Dracula. But Lee was more than an actor.
He was a direct descendant of the Holy Roman Emperor Charlemagne, an Anglo-Catholic(!), and a knowledgeable student of the occult, who felt the Wicker Man his best movie and Lord Summerisle his favorite part. He had this to say about diabolism:
I have met people who claim to be Satanists, who claim to be involved with black magic, who claimed that they not only knew a lot about it. But as I said, I certainly have not been involved and I warn all of you: never, never, never. You will not only lose your mind: you lose your soul.
He wasn't joking. Lee was also famous for his love of Metal, far out, and released several albums in that genre, such as Charlamagne, Omens of Death. He notoriously favored a double breasted blazer, for which we at the Compound applaud him.