Monday, September 30, 2019

Country Life in Texas

Country life in Texas. What's it like, so called LSP? Well I'll tell you, it's much like any other sort of life except that people are mostly friendly, you don't have to sit in traffic on some kind of hideous commute, and it's searing hot, like a preheating oven. That's Texas for you.

But what's it really like? Foreigners, Germans, say, bless 'em, think of rural Texas as some kind of Wild West cowboy free for all, which is understandable because of the yeehaw PR. But the reality? I'd describe it as hard. 

A Typical Texas Porch Scene -- Get a Haircut, Fool

And no wonder. The climate's a fierce 100*++ for 6 months of the year and the people who live under it, just a step removed from the pioneers who settled this place, are accordingly tough. Country Texas isn't about safe spaces, onesies and the appalling New York Times.

That in mind, country Texans almost always tend to be more polite, friendly, considerate and, per England, sussed, than their urban cousins. They're also smart and haven't bought into our modern myths.

Remember the Alamo not the hideous Riverwalk

Viz. Removing statues of Confederate Generals will make persons of color flourish and prosper, paying a Climate Tax will cool the sun, gender's a construct, and getting rid of all your guns will make you safe. 

Did I say Frontier Spirit? There's that too.

God bless,


Sunday, September 29, 2019


Did you go to Mass today or failing that, some kind of worship service? If you went liturgical chances are you heard the parable of the rich man, Dives, and Lazarus from Luke's Gospel. You know the story.

Dives dies and goes to Hell and Lazarus, the poor man, ends up in heaven. In agony, the rich man asks Abraham for mercy, "Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame." 

All to no avail, the Patriarch refuses because a "great chasm is fixed between you and us" such that the redeemed can't journey to Hell or the damned set up in Paradise.

It sounds harsh but on reflection describes a terrifying spiritual reality. There is no place for Heaven in Hell or Hell in Heaven and our actions on earth determine the trajectory. The rich man made his choice, feasting while the Lazarus lay at the gate begging for food. 

Devoid of mercy, love and compassion, the rich man went to perdition and note, even while begging for mercy he never once repents of his wickedness. Instead, he asks Abraham to send the person he scorned and ignored in life, Lazarus, to come to him as a servant. Dives' evil disposition remains with him into eternity, amplified.

Serious business and it forces us to consider the judgement that awaits us all. Gregory of Nyssa writes:

As the most excellent of mirrors represents an image of the face, just such as the face that is opposite to it, a joyful image of that which is joyful, a sorrowful of that which is sorrowful, so also is the just judgement of God adapted to our dispositions.

The most excellent of mirrors. Ask yourself, what will the Divine Reality reflect to a generation which countenances killing their babies in the final trimester, much less selling their beating hearts to biotech companies for profit?

For that matter, how will it reflect our own?

Here endeth the Lesson,


Saturday, September 28, 2019

Wisdom From Down Under And The Climate Parrot

Strong words from Down Under! Then there's the parrot.

Goodnight, God bless, and have a beautiful Sunday.


Friday, September 27, 2019

Glory Bee!

Sometimes a picture's worth a thousand words, and herein ends this evening's insightful political commentary. Cost? 1 Euro or to you, readers, free.

Moving from secular to, ahem, sacred, the Church of England's venerable Winchester Cathedral, founded in the 7th century A.D., has installed a Giant Bee above its front door.

That's right, a GIANT BEE. Here it is, getting ready to be hoisted up on the church's imposing western front. Attractive, isn't it. "But why," you ask, "this tremendous bee?" 

The Very Reverend Catherine Ogle, Dean of Winchester explains, "The bee is a great symbol of the beauty and intricate connection of creation," and, "The Giant Bee also symbolises the importance of recycling, incorporating materials that have been thrown away or donated."

Thank God for that. Who knows, perhaps Winchester's Giant Bee will play its part in reversing the CofE's unsettling decline, and it's serious. According to the UK's Guardian, Church of England attendance is at an all time low, with the number of people identifying with the state religion falling from 31% in 2002 to 14% in 2018.

Winchester Cathedral's press office announced its bold bee initiative with the arresting headline "Glory Bee!" Will this curious mix of parochial mawkishness meets green religion-of-the-hive convert the English? And if so, to what, the Bee Goddess?

Don't say Christianity.


Thursday, September 26, 2019


Nice Brooks Brothers polo, "Joe." Could it be that the Dems were running scared of a Crowdtstrike, Fusion GPS investigation, and with it Hillary's miracle of the real absence email server? So they decided to kick up static to deflect attention from the crime?

Possibly, but whichever way you cut it the ancient Democrat frontrunner's not looking good, along with his Party.

As in, don't try and impeach a President for a crime which he hasn't committed and you have. Bad optics, Dems, especially on the heels of an epic fail 2+ years of "Trump's a Russian Spy!"

Are they trying to lose 2020 or have they been infiltrated by Trumpist agents?



Wednesday, September 25, 2019

Robert Hunter Dies

The Grateful Dead's genius lyricist has died, he was 78. 

Rest in peace, Mr. Hunter.


What's Going On?!?

"What's going on?!?" I asked my furry compatriot across the  expanse of the Compound's small but efficient kitchen. He couldn't answer because he can't speak, being a dog, but I knew what he was thinking.

A dead parliament of traitors in the UK doing their best to reverse the vote of 17.4 million people to leave the EU, aided by a gang of unelected, unaccountable Remainer Judges. Well he couldn't put his emotions into words but I knew what the growl meant, "This underhand, cowardly, traitorous, sly, unconstitutional, cunning malfeasance needs to be expunged from the Sceptered Isle root and branch." Hey, Blue Leveler, roll on a General Election.

Then there's America. I knew my four legged Digger friend was thinking that the same globalist uniparty creating static in the UK was taking its cue from its allies across the Atlantic. As with Brexit, they can't face the fact that they lost an election, so what to do? Everything in their power to overturn the will of the people, from an intel agency coup to today's pathetically sub par attempt at impeachment. And all, ironically enough, in the name of democracy.

We'll see how it turns out, with President Trump performing like dynamite at the UN and surging in the polls as yet another bogus smear campaign's launched from the Left. "Impeach the President!" runs the hysterical refrain without pausing to ask for what. Because the US Commander in Chief spoke to a foreign leader or would that be exposing the Biden family's pay to play? Wiley Coyote, meet anvil.

Pundits predict a Trump/Pence 2020 landslide and with that, a new day begins.

Peace and Love,


Monday, September 23, 2019

The Climate Damien

By now you're all aware of the Soros-funded Climate Damien gnashing her teeth and glaring at Trump at the UN. Here's a short video:

She or the it driving her doesn't like 45, not that he seems to care, and we have to ask, who are this child's parents? Again, a video comes to the rescue. Here's her Mother figure.

Have you noticed how Satanists pay special attention to children?  And while we're at it, how come Greta doesn't go to China, the world's largest polluter? Surely not because they're, you know, Billionaire Communists.

Whatever, don't say pizza.


Sunday, September 22, 2019

Rehab - Another Triumph Of The Will

People often tell me, they say, "LSP, do the rehab." And I do, it goes like this. Look at your sturdy wooden cane and thank God it's not some flimsy piece of tariff-ridden aluminium rubbish that's made in China. Perhaps this cane is a badge of rank. 

Buoyed up by the positive thought, use the thing to navigate across the Compound's attractive front porch and into the waiting rig. Then drive to one of the Missions for Sunday Mass, reflecting on the weaponlike aspect of the stick at your side. Too bad it doesn't conceal a sword or a Derringer. Reverie over, use it to nav from the car park to the sacristy, where the lights are mysteriously off.

Non Illuminatio

Struck by the lack of illumination, observe your MC sitting in the dark and greet him with a sunny "Hello Dracula" while waving the stick about, Bram Stoker style. He was trying to sleep, the MC, not Mr. Stoker, because "a dog got me up at 4.00 a.m." Bless him.

Commiserate over the furry alarm clock issue, vest, pray and make your way to the back of the church for the "entrance procession," stick in hand. Use it to lean on, point it at people, practice drill movements with it, whatever, a useful prop. But Bronc Dracula has other ideas.


"You're not using that for Mass," he says with steely cowboy resolve. You can't argue with that, so I hung the wretched thing up on a coat rack as if a testimony to a miraculous cure, and the Mass began. 

No cane, no walker, and there it was, genuflections to boot. First time I'd genuflected since I was kicked off the horse, and it felt good, a veritable triumph of the will or more precisely, modern medicine.

Thanks, MC, sometimes it doesn't hurt to be pushed and if it does, so be it. Now in fairness, my friend's been thrown off more horses than I've ridden, and I've ridden a few. You can see, perhaps, why I wasn't about to argue the stick. Respect, and don't look or be weak in front of the team, especially when one of them's a Bronc Dracula.


And that, vast international readership, is the story of that. A short tale of God, Church, Rehab and Country Life in Texas.

Ride on,


Friday, September 20, 2019

All The News That's Fit To Print

What a blizzard of news. Where to begin? Let's start with a superstar celebrity actor who identifies as female, millionaire socialist Megan Fox.

She's dismayed that her son's being bullied at school, which is why she persists in sending him there dressed as a girl. Smart or what, Megan, but that's not all. Canada's Premiere has been exposed as a serial blackfacer. 

Will Justin "Minstrel" Trudeau be dethroned from the Great White North's rainbow dais only to become Governor of Virginia? Time will tell.

Further afield, the US Navy, in a rare moment of candor, has admitted that three videos of UAPs (Unexplained Aerial Phenomenon) are real. Like no joke, here are these craft the Navy can't explain performing gymnastics in front of fighter pilots, and it's real. 

So where are they from? Good question, as is this. Will the comet that's approaching our solar system slow down when it gets here? If it does we might be glad of a powerful Space Force.

All this to say nothing of millions of children being taken out of school across the globe to have breakdowns about The Weather. Some call it child abuse, others wonder why the organizers love abortion, just think of the children. But here at the Compound we wonder how many weather strikers are boys, miserably forced to wear frocks by their witch mothers.

But not to worry, Biden's interests in the Ukraine are safe as leaking houses, the Wall's being built, and there's a rumor of rain in Texas.

Please, God, let this last thing be true.

Your Old Friend,


Wednesday, September 18, 2019

In The Ghetto

This one's for fellow blogger, patriot, journalist and art philospopher, Jules. Sometimes you find yourself in the ghetto. Whaddya do? Climb into the rig and play Elvis' soulful tune at VOLUME as you drive up and down the street, while local PD takes down dealers and confiscates Range Rovers.

Behold Our Urban Shitholes

Speaking of which, a girl once said to me, "I wrote an essay on the ghetto," she was a TA at SMU. After she'd gone a friend commented, "I thought you'd sh*t and go blind." 



Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Because Awesome

Lemmy told me to f*ck off, once.

That is all.


Black Rifle Beto Blow Out!

Do you remember Millionaire Socialist Irish Bob "Beto" telling America that he'd confiscate your deadly assault rifles when he gets to be President? 

Gun shop owners across the nation certainly did, and weren't slow to offer cut-price Beto blowouts on AR 15s and AK 47s. 

Thanks to Beto's marketing genius, guns are flying off the shelves as semi-auto, gas-gun mania grips the hearts, minds and pocketbooks of freedom loving Americans everywhere. And who can blame them?

Why spend more on one of these modular, adaptable, handy, easy to shoulder, these days accurate, annoying to clean but fun to shoot liberty rifles than you have to? And that's where the famous Beto discount kicks in. 

Thanks to Irish Bob we can all add to our existing armories at hundreds off the regular price, allowing the smart shooter to invest in more ammunition and further firearms. Useful when the SHTF, right? So well done, Irish Bob, you've done us all a favor.

But seriously, why is it that pretty much everything the Libleft proposes or enacts produces the exact opposite of its stated effect? It's like some kind of axiom.

Gun rights,


Monday, September 16, 2019

Cheer Up It's Monday!

Do you remember Bob Geldof, the famous Boomtown Rat? He didn't like Mondays at all, wanted to shoot the whole day down. But how can you not like Mondays when we have a Space Force?

And great street art.

Morale still need boosting? 

Then look at this, yes, America's popular and glamorous First Lady. Here she is with the Queen, helping us all to turn that frown upside down.

Thank you, Melania, for doing your part to make America great again.



Sunday, September 15, 2019

Battle of Britain Interlude

"What was it like?" I asked a man who had lived through the Battle of Britain. I was  maybe nine at the time and my ancient friend, he must've been in his fifties, didn't reply. 

A woman serving tea at London's Imperial War Museum answered for him, "They always want to know," before striding imperiously  into the cockney ether.

Respect to the men who turned the Luftwaffe and prayers for those who gave their lives.

God bless,


Saturday, September 14, 2019

Exaltation of the Holy Cross

Today's the Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross. Here's the Gospel for the day, via the Anglican Missal:

St. John 12. 31. 
At that time: Jesus said unto the multitudes of the Jews: Now is the judgment of this world: now shall the prince of this world be cast out. And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men unto me. (This he said, signifying what death he should die.) The people answered him: We have heard out of the law that Christ abideth for ever: and how sayest thou: The Son of man must be lifted up? Who is this Son of man? Then Jesus said unto them: Yet a little while is the light with you. Walk while ye have the light, lest darkness come upon you: for he that walketh in darkness knoweth not whither he goeth. While ye have light, believe in the light, that ye may be the children of light.

Believe in the light, that ye may be children of light. Amen to that, in these dark and murderous times. Here's the Collect:

GOD, who as on this day dost gladden us with the yearly festival of the Exaltation of thy Holy Cross: grant, we beseech thee, that we which on earth have known the mystery of the redemption which thou hast wrought for us, may be found worthy to receive the rewards thereof in heaven. Who livest...

You may recall that the True Cross was carried into action at the disastrous battle of the Horns of Hattin, which saw the Outremer army utterly defeated by Saladin. The Cross was captured by the Moslem general, who took Jerusalem shortly after. A Golgotha? Perhaps, and I'd argue the Middle East, to say nothing of the West, is still paying the price.

Regardless, St. Francis attempted to convert Saladin. He failed, but so impressed the Mohammedan that he returned the Cross to the saint.

Pax Tibi, Per Crucem,


Friday, September 13, 2019

Cooking With LSP - Striper

Yeah, 'cooking with LSP.' Some kind of joke? On the contrary, here's how it's done. Today's the Feast of St. John Chrysostom but it's also a Friday, which means you can't eat meat. Problem. Solution? Cook up some fish, obviously. Watch my tracer.


First step, catch the fish. Get in a boat and surge out into the lake, then put your rod over the side and haul in amazing Striper. Keep doing that till you've caught your limit and head back to shore, job well done. Watch in amazement as the guide cleans the fish in a fraction of the time it'd take you to do. 


Second step, cook the fish. How? Here's one method and it's as easy as the DNC blocking Tulsi Gabbard. Wash a monster Striper filet in the sink, pat it dry, salt the fish, and congratulate yourself on sticking to mission while you have a glass of the right stuff. 

Shoot the Fish?

Maybe that's water, maybe it's not, your call. Whatever, don't waste time, cut the filet in half with a sharp knife, sharp as a clean Brexit from the EU.

Pan Sear

Well done, you've gone far, but there's still a way to go. Put some olive oil and butter in a frying pan and heat it up, medium high. As the oil begins to smoke like an Inspector General's report ready to go critical, add the fish to the pan. Listen in wonder as it sizzles.

Not Perfect But Tasty As You Like

Fry for about four minutes a side depending on the thickness of the filet, your goal is a crispy, golden brown exterior and firm, succulent, flaky interior. That achieved or approximated to, crack some pepper over the fish and serve with lemon and some kind of vegetable. Don't say Beto.

Third step. Fall on your scoff like a warrior.

Fish on,


Thursday, September 12, 2019

The War On Terror - 18 Years Out

After the 9/11 atrocity I was as keen as anyone else to hit the enemy back, and hit hard. You can't fly planes into the WTC and the Pentagon with impunity, Muslims. And so began the War on Terror, a war in which the enemy was never identified, only a tactic, a war which has proved inconclusive at best, a heinous waste of life at worst.

18 years after December 7th, 1941 was 1959. Japan and Germany had largely been rebuilt. The threat they had represented was relegated to history books and movies. The United States had made the decision to eliminate those threats, converted to a war footing, won decisively, and returned to a peacetime economy that was the envy of the world.
18 years after September 11, 2001 is 2019.
We never identified the enemy. We never declared war. We called it a war. The War on Terror. A complete failure to identify the enemy and an undeclared war on a tactic. Invaded two countries inconclusively. Then we decided to start rebuilding before we had won.
As a result, we have incurred 7,000 combat related U.S. military deaths, 54,000 injuries of which approximately 1,700 involved amputations, and there are 6,000 veteran suicides a year, every year.
In the process we have already spent 6 Trillion dollars. We did not tax or sell war bonds for this. It is all done with borrowing and deficits.
We used up the life of our ships, aircraft, vehicles, and weapons systems. We would be currently unable to effectively respond to another war. Our active obligations drive an ops tempo that do not allow for proper maintenance of equipment and push personnel into a continuous cycle of deployments.
We set in motion a surveillance apparatus that continues to grow, watching every move, call, text, click that we make.
We turned air travel into a Kafkaesque system where everyone, from 80 year old nuns to infants are suspects. It's all theater, but it's unpleasant, unconstitutional theater. And we spent a 100 Billion dollars just on that.
We have lost and are continuing to lose. We're negotiating with the Taliban. We don't control Afghanistan. We don't control Iraq. We are not safer than we were in 2001. We don't have any idea who is coming across our southern border. We don't know that the next attack won't be worse. We're far less free than we were.
If Osama Bin Laden wanted to make us bleed, both physically and economically, he won.

I'd say Borepatch has a point, and I'm pleased we have a president who seems reluctant to commit to more war, not least because I have a son in the game. And, if we're going to fight, let's identify the enemy and do it to win. I'll wager the Jihad, to say nothing of Saudi Arabia and its puppets inside the Beltway, wouldn't last long.

In the meanwhile, those responsible for the deaths should be held accountable. I know, good luck with that.

God bless,


Wednesday, September 11, 2019


Finally got a letter from the kid, who's cleverly found himself part of an Armored Brigade at Fort Benning. Such is Basic Training, and stick with it Kid.

He writes, "Zero Week was lame as hell, all we did was hang around and get uniforms. Now all we do is work out and stay tired."

You know what they say, train hard, think positive, fight easy. 

Go Panthers,


Never Forget

For admirably restrained commentary, see LL at Virtual Mirage. In the meanwhile, here's a prayer:

We pray for those who lost their lives on 9/11, for all who mourn, and all who so bravely risked their lives to save others. Lord teach us to be instruments of peace in a world that needs his love and healing. Amen.

God bless,


Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Are We At Planned Parenthood Peak Demonic?

I try to keep this shallow light-hearted mind blog amusing in a snarky kebob stand corner of the internet kind of way, but this is serious, deadly serious. Planned Parenthood has been selling organs harvested from still living aborted babies to biotech firms, who then sell them to laboratories and wherever else. 

Grasp this fact, and it is a fact, get hold of it in your mind, reflect on it. Living babies, whose hearts beat and brains function, are being cut up and sold, it's not even under dispute. We know this because David Daleiden was brave enough to expose the heinousness and found himself sued by the killers. Lifesitnews reports:

SAN FRANCISCO, September 6, 2019 (LifeSiteNews) — The CEO of StemExpress essentially admitted in court Thursday that her biotech company supplies beating fetal hearts and intact fetal heads to medical researchers.
She also admitted at the preliminary hearing of David Daleiden and Sandra Merritt of the Center for Medical Progress that the baby’s head could be procured attached to the baby’s body or “could be torn away.”

You can read the whole thing here and you pretty much won't read it anywhere else, because reporting on corporations trafficking in the organs of living babies obviously isn't newsworthy at this point in time. Which begs the question, what have we become?

The Spaniards recoiled in horror at the sight of human sacrifice offered up in the Valley of Mexico, they were Christians, however flawed. We ignore it, more than that, we prosecute the people who expose it.

If our culture hasn't reached peak demonic it's right about there, and ask yourself, at what point will the scales of divine justice tilt against us beyond repair? Be sure there will be a reckoning.

Stand up and defeat this evil, lives depend on it.


Monday, September 9, 2019

The Search For Extraterrestrial Intelligence

As reported by Virtual Mirage, the Search For Extraterrestrial Intelligence (SETI) has so far drawn a blank, disappointing xenologists and alien enthusiasts everywhere. But this may be about to change, thanks to a startling discovery by Chinese astronomers.

Baffled Chinese boffins have detected mysterious signals from a source 3 billion light years from earth. Known as Fast Radio Bursts (FRB), the enigmatic signals were picked up on the Celestial Kingdom's giant  Five-hundred-meter Aperture Spherical Radio Telescope (FAST). 


However,  the signals so far remain unintelligible although one star gazer has wondered if FRBs are "deliberate wails" from space alien societies.


"Are these some new cosmic phenomenon, an odd habit of nature that we never knew? Or could they be the deliberate wails of societies howling from the farthest corners of space?" questioned Senior Astronomer Seth Shostak.

An odd habit of nature, so much white noise from the icy void of deep space, or howling signals from an alien race?

You be the judge,