Back - In London

 

It started like this. Fly into Heathrow from DFW, marvel at the T shirt and shorts weather then get a convenient train downtown and set up at the Reform Club. Most Pall Mall congenial and all very "welcome back, sir. Negroni?" Fortified by the right stuff, wander around Zone One in search of the Islamo-Marxist Caliphate, where was it?

Not in Clubland, unsurprisingly, and not much anywhere else except Trafalgar Square, where Sadiq's Khanate has installed hideous Allahu Akbarriers around the monument to Nelson's glorious victory, oh, and a temporary racist statue to boot. Recce into the heart of this once imperial city over, fall back to somewhere pleasant to meet old friends for lunch and dinner. I like the bar, dining room and terrace of the NatLib for that, and of course the Reform is splendid.

So that was a welcome social blast even if it wasn't particularly Communist, although the Reform, Travelers and Athenaeum do share a communal garden just off Waterloo Place, which is very pleasant in a collectivist kind of way. That aside, and by way of ending the first phase of this tour, I met an old pal in Rotherhithe, where the Mayflower set sail from, and enjoyed Choral Evensong at St. Mary's, where the Master of the pilgrim ship is buried, as well as an obligatory pint at the Mayflower pub.

Had Rotherhithe been taken over by the Commie Caliphate? It didn't seem that way as we strolled along the Thames, stopping at several sensible hostelries on the way to Tower Bridge, which lights up like a jewel in the night. Could London make such a monument today? Questionable.

The next day, Monday, it was time to head to Shropshire and Ludlow, once home to a mighty fortress castle and today one of England's more beautiful market towns. Would I find Communism there? Stay tuned to find out.

Cheers,

LSP

Fly Away

 

See you on the other side.

Cheers,

LSP

Random Scruton Wisdom

 

“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.

Cheers,

LSP

So What's It Like In Texas?

 

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?

Freedom

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:

Wow

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.

Yours,

LSP

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 and what's with the weird fur hat?

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? 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 

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