Archbishop Welby And The Eye Of Satan

 

Look, A Grinning Fool

The Archbishop of Canterbury, Justsin Welby. Hey, he's just a grinning fool who somehow crept into the Travelers Club. But is he really the harmless Etonian neo-lib evangelical he pretends to be? Some say otherwise. Have a look, let's zoom in:

See what I'm sayn'?

LSP

CUTLASS

 

Cutlass drill. You may find this helpful: point, slash? Both, surely.

And if you're not doing your part to sink the NWO then what part are you playing? Point being, engage the sword, enemy onboard.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

The Great Debate Disaster

 

Did you watch last night's debate? Peggy Noonan described it as a "total and unmitigated disaster" for Joe Biden, the "worst night for an incumbent in history":

It was in fact as consequential as any presidential debate in history, and the worst night for an incumbent in history. It was a total and unmitigated disaster for Mr. Biden. It was a rout for Mr. Trump. It wasn’t the kind of rout that says: If the election were held tomorrow Donald Trump would win. It was the kind of rout that says: If the election were held tomorrow Donald Trump would win in a landslide.

 

But don't take Noonan's word for it, here's a short infovid from the debate itself:

Trump just released a brutal 95 second ad of Joe Biden's debate lowlights: pic.twitter.com/enusIKHhwN

— End Wokeness (@EndWokeness) June 28, 2024

We have to ask, was this some kind of set up to replace the Senile Old Crook? Was it elder abuse? Are Biden's people traitors, secretly in the park for Trump? Because if they're not, they might as well be. What a disastrous performance, right there on live TV for all the world to see, a doddering, open mouthed, incoherent fraud of an old man. A lobotomized zombie who's obviously not fit for duty, or for much of anything at all. 

Noonan and plenty of others think the Democrats have no choice but to replace Biden. Good luck with that. Primary deadlines have passed, which means Joe has to voluntarily relinquish power. He doesn't want to do that, apparently, and looks forward to debating Trump again in September.

Yes please,

LSP

Tucker Dynamite

 

Have you watched Tucker taking down lib Australian journo Kat Wong, AP, go figure, at the Australian Freedom Conference in Canberra? Here's a snapshot:

WOW: Liberal journalist calls Tucker racist and accuses him of inspiring mass shootings. pic.twitter.com/mOpFjrwAKP

— Tucker Carlson Network (@TCNetwork) June 26, 2024

Wow. Apart from zeroing in on Wong's stupid, deceitful, condescending, superior, holier-than-thou, risible, narrative hack pretense at journalism, Tucker goes one further. He calls out the West's demographic suicide, and that's exactly what it is, we're not reproducing at replacement rate. 

Dam, so our beloved and beneficent rulers are importing votes, sorry, people from other countries in their millions. As opposed to working towards a polity in which those governed can actually afford to have children and flourish.

This, per Tucker, is "immoral." He goes on to say that free people can defend themselves, which is to me stunningly commonsensicle.  But perhaps you disagree. If so, ask a Red Indian. 

In related news, there's some kind of debate this evening between the Doped Up Old Crook and El Senor 45. I'm in two minds, should I watch this thing, hosted by the mendacity that is CNN, or should I not? In other words, should I stay for the debate or should I go? 

#2A Forever,

LSP

What You Say Is What You Are

 

With apologies to all concerned, but yes, exactly.

Heh, hippies, take a shower. As in, "see Austin."

Cheers,

LSP

Does This Ever Grow Old?

 

Does this ever grow old? How could it, remove kebob is eternal.

All best,

LSP

We're All Soviets And Maybe Worse

 

History, say the experts, may not repeat but it does rhyme. Yes, and Nial Ferguson sees more than a little similarity between the US and late Soviet Russia. He writes about it in his Free Press column, We're All Soviets Now, and Helen Andrews at The American Conservative sums it up. Viz. "Gerontocratic leadership; bloated government; lack of trust in institutions; high death rates; and 'a bizarre ideology that no one really believes in.'"

Quite, but Helen doesn't think Nial goes far enough, here's a longish excerpt:

In the case of the economy, for example, is the most Soviet thing about America really that our projected federal deficits exceed 5 percent of GDP, as Ferguson notes? Ferguson bemoans that the “insertion of the central government into the investment decision-making process” represented by “the Biden administration’s ‘industrial policy.’”

Surely that’s small potatoes compared to the fact that one sixth of the American economy is devoted to health care, a sector where, as a recent piece by TAC’s own Jude Russo hilariously details, the numbers are all fake. The amount of money sloshing around insurers and hospitals is absolutely massive, yet the prices involved bear no relation to utility or even reality. In exchange for devoting such a big chunk of our economy to medicine, what do we get in exchange? The occasional miracle, and a lot of overtreated octogenarians and routine care at inflated costs.

Higher education is another incubus sitting atop the American economy. It employs 4 million people and is responsible for $1.6 trillion in student loan debt, yet a layman struggles to see where any value is being created at all, much less value proportionate to the expense. As with health care, higher ed produces a small number of genuine miracles—groundbreaking research or brilliant scholarship—dwarfed by a vast army of functionaries whose net value to society is, frankly, negative. Everyone can tell that the system is rotten, yet schools still have the power to squeeze middle-class parents for every penny they’re worth.

Beyond “eds and meds,” what other growth industries are politicians betting their states’ and cities’ future prosperity on? Legalized weed and gambling. That is New York’s plan for making up its post-pandemic revenue shortfall. Many states are banking on sports betting as a source of fresh taxes. Even if these vice industries created as much revenue as their advocates promised—and early evidence suggests that they do not—they would still be pernicious, destroying more value than they create. 

The essence of a late Soviet economy is not that the state plays a big role. It is that the average citizen looks around and thinks, This can’t possibly continue forever. The whole system is fake and insane. That is why Ferguson is wrong to look for evidence for his thesis in budget projections rather than the industries like health care and higher ed, which are neither capitalist nor socialist but mutant combinations of the worst of each.  

This can’t possibly continue forever. The whole system is fake and insane. Right on, to the tune of 1TN$ every 100 days. Like no kidding, our debt mounts up by a trillion, yes, a trillion dollars every quarter. It is, indeed, fake and insane. But driven insane by what?

Helen doesn't say, but I'll throw one out there. By Satan. Here again history rhymes. The Bolsheviks attacked the icons of Christ and his saints, gouging the holy images with their nails like enraged beasts. Their descendants go one further, defacing the image of God in all of us by creating blasphemous parodies of men and women in the name of freedom.

You will note, dear readers, that their rage when confronted is approximately equivalent to that of the Red Terror of yesteryear. History most certainly rhymes and smart people are reading Dostoevsky's Devils.

Your Old Country Pal,

LSP

Smoke & Mirrors & Burgers

Here at Dallas HQ we have smoke.

And mirrors.

And hamburgers. It's not hard, make up some 80/20 patties, apply salt and pepper, and place on a hot, oiled grill. The meat should sizzle when it hits that grill. Yes, there is a rule.

Perhaps you drink a cold one as you watch heat work its magic on these burgers in potentia, well done, you've deserved it. But only gaze at the open grill for a minute as the meat sears, then cover and cook for two minutes. 

random grill shot

Inhale the magic aroma of burgers doing their thing on a charcoal grill. And then, two minutes over, remove the lid of the grill, admire your beautiful medium rare burgers, place 'em on a tray to rest, covered, and toast some buns.

That done, put it all together and fall upon your scoff, like a warrior.

Cheers,

LSP

Life For The Tzar

 

Attention, Glinka, Life For The Tzar.

Our friend is clearly living the dream! And what a dream it is.

Your Tzarist Pal,

LSP

Αγνή Παρθένε - A Short Sunday Sermon

 

You do know, dear readers, that we're fighting this, literally, in the West, and that your tax dollars are paying the interest on the debt which fuels the war against everything we hold good, right, and true. Not unlike the way we pay for a school system which teaches our children to scorn the Faith we teach them at home.

Let's cut to the chase. We're funding Satan, see Trans Baphomet. Do you think God will rest content in being mocked, ad naus? Think again, there will be a great reckoning. Maybe, Christians, you might want to wake TF up. Till then, here's a song:

On topic, let's have the Bosphorus back. Ahem, LL, snap to. And word to the wise, those who go against the Holy Spirit will be relentlessly destroyed by that same Spirit. Maybe you think that last point is some kind of joke. Think again.

Your Pal,

LSP

Serbia Strong

 

Here's a song:

Were we right to bomb Serbia in favor of Moslems? Or did the Serbs have a point? Perhaps we weren't too keen on a Kremlin ally right there on the backdoor of Garden Europa. But whatever, your call. In the meanwhile, let's have the Bosphorus back and...

Remove Kebob,

LSP

PS. There are Albanians in this small Texan farming community. They run a pizza place and an, ahem, Italian restaurant, complete with a bar. I played the above pop song to the owner and asked if he liked it. He shrugged, surrounded by heavies, and we had a good night. Cheers.

A Call

 

Some of you may remember we fought a revolution against tyranny. Here's a song:

If you don't get the Cause, at this point, then maybe you need to do some soul searching. 

Speaking of which, I went for a shoot with a Quantrell (spelled with a C) a few months ago. Dam good man, big believer in the Electric Universe, and not a bad shot either. He loved the Camino. Rest in peace, SSC brother.

States Rights,

LSP

CHEAP FAKE

 

"Cheap Fake:" A low-quality, easily-discernible fake image that is deliberately created or manipulated to appear authentic. But we have to ask, is this Cheap Fake all that cheap? Apparently not.

According to Yahoo Finance, this Cheap Fake's worth a solid and very conservative 10 MN USD. Not shabby, when you think on a lifetime's work as a civil servant. But let's return to definitions.

Cheap: Devalued, as in buying power. "Cheap dollars." Achieved with little effort. "A cheap victory; cheap laughs." Of or considered of small value. "In wartime, when life was cheap." Of poor quality; inferior. "A cheap toy." Well said, Websters.

Fake: Having a false or misleading appearance; fraudulent. Noun: One that is not authentic or genuine; a sham. A brief feint or aborted change of direction intended to mislead one's opponent or the opposing team. intransitive verb: To contrive and present as genuine; counterfeit, "Fake a signature."

Two-Bit Huckster: [adjective] Cheap or trivial of its kind. [intransitive verb] To sell; peddle. See "fake."

Quite,

LSP

GOTCHA!

 

For many years so-called "Archbishop" Vigano has been peddling hate against our Beloved Rulers in Rome, the WEF and beyond. He's had the sheer brazen temerity to suggest the Swiss Guard arrest our saintly Red Pope and his his rainbow associates. Yep, and far, far more, but up 'til now this scoundrel hasn't been brought to heel.

You'll be pleased to know the situation is finally being brought under control. Vigano's been summoned to the Vatican to explain his malfeasance. Will he be excommunicated? Who knows, that remains to be seen, but at last steps are being taken to rein THIS VILLIAN in.

In other news, DLC COMMAND is running for Senate. Here, have a look:

That is all,

LSP

PS. Except that it isn't. Some years ago I wrote an editorial blasting corrupt BLM Marxists and praising Vigano, who saw through such nonsense most clearly. My copyeditor/proofer came back in a FURY. "Who is this Vigano! Are you a racist?" I resisted the urge to tell him that I was a realist, not a racist, and that, as a self-proclaimed orthodox Anglo-Catholic, "Why are you supporting the party of trans rainbow abortion satanic atheism?" I held fire. Good luck, Vigano, I reckon you're the real deal.

Laying Down Smoke

 

A sister flies in from the Old Country, so whaddya do? Climb in the rig and strike out for the Metrosprawl. Once there, fire up the Weber Thesis, enjoy some of the right stuff and apply beer can chicken to the grill when the coals have done their thing.

It's not hard. Brush the chick with olive oil and season with salt and pepper. Admire your handiwork as you insert a can of beer into the bird's crevice, maybe drink some beer while you're at it, and then place the thing on the grill over indirect heat. So important, indirect heat.

Then cover the grill and let heat do its magic for 1 hour, 15 minutes, turning the chick around at half point so that the breast faces the coals. Take it out. Let it rest. Then fall upon your scoff like a warrior, job well done.

But of course you know all this, beer can chicken, a go-to here in the States. In the UK? Maybe not so much. Speaking of which, this sister's in the process of relocating to Reading, not far from London, where house prices are nosebleed high. Well done her, but how do the Brits afford it? They can't, not really, at least not most of them, and the same thing's not far off here too. Solution?

Easy. Our Beloved Rulers at Black Rock et al own everything and rent it back to us, at extreme profit. And guess what, you won't be able to afford meat anymore, much less chicken, and half the country will vote for it because Climate Change. Then wonder why they're only allowed to eat bugs as they glory in their tiny 1500 USD pcm studio apartment. 

I won't bang on, 

LSP

Look At This Corrupt Fraud

 

Dear readers, all two of you, I don't think our friends in England, the UK, really get it. As in, CONUS metrosprawl megacity and all of that has gone. Sure, it seems OK, like civilization, with roads and stuff, at least in parts, for now, but it's all going DETROIT. 

You know what I mean, nice people flee, bye-bye tax base, leaving a corrupt crew of bruvvas lording it over an urban apocalypse of burned out shells of former greatness as urban hipsters reinvent downtown to serve their technocrat they/them masters, Good work, vote blue someliers. 

Let's cut to the chase. What are we, Grand Zimbabwe or something else. I call in between. But over to you.

Your Best Friend,

LSP

Clubland Forever

 

An old friend asked me over drinks at the Club, "I say, are you a, a... a Putinist?" and I looked him straight in the eye and asked, "Do you think whipping P. Riot was a good thing and that a flat 13% tax is a bad thing, to say nothing of supporting the Church? Perhaps you're on the risible side of Jarvis Cocker and the rest of the Trans Rainbow GloboHomo collective."

Damme, Guinea on the Monkey and Twice as Fast

My friend, who learns Sanskrit by way of hobby, replied, "Maybe you need to grow up, so-called 'LSP.'" I looked at him, silhouetted by Midlothian axes and life-sized marble statues of Gladstone, "My dear fellow, I'm afraid that boat's already sailed."

Clubland forever,

LSP

Shake 'Em On Down

 

And that's just the State Department. Rock on, let's hear it for Samantha, and do you not think her skirt is neat?

Shake 'em down. Just some random nonsense.

Your buddy,

LSP

Happy Fathers Day

 

Well done, Fathers, you've brought life into the world, keep it coming. And what better prayer could we have for the day than the Pater Noster? 

PATER noster, qui es in cœlis; sanctificetur nomen tuum: Adveniat regnum tuum; fiat voluntas tua, sicut in cœlo, et in terra. Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie: Et dimitte nobis debita nostra, sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris: et ne nos inducas in tentationem: sed libera nos a malo.

 

I'll spare you the sermon, but how blessed beyond reckoning we are to be adoptive sons of our heavenly Father in Christ. Elevated, dear readers, into the very life of the Trinity itself.

You will note, in passing, that Satan, much like an English schoolboy or Argentinian bishop, hates Latin.

God bless,

LSP

What A Mess

 

What, you say, the state of this great nation, which is apparently hellbent on going to Hell by the nearest available off ramp? No, that's a different post, I'm talking about the Compound. You see, what happened is this. I went off to visit my pal's Battle Farm in Paris Texas, all well and good, and then stayed the night in Dallas by way of filial piety. Nice, but guess what happened? It rained, and it rained mightily.

Then the rain stopped, like the Flood itself, and back we went to this bucolic slice of rural paradise in North Central Texas. Except it wasn't paradise, far from it. While I was away the church basement had flooded, wrecking the AC units cunningly stationed in its flood plain, and so had the basement in the house. In both locations our sump pumps had pathetically broken and there were the basements, awash with around three feet of water.

Worse than this, the sewer line from the Compound was partially blocked with debris, which would explain partial backups onto the kitchen floor when you run the clothes washer. Huh. Better call an electrician and a plumber, which we did.

Long story short. We pumped out the water, Electrics is looking to fix the AC and a crew of plumbers has been working pretty much around the clock to fix the sewer line. No kidding, they were here till almost midnight yesterday, digging up the line. I asked them, "I hope you're getting overtime," and they replied, "No, it's for a good cause, the Church."

Right on, and by the grace of God and sheer dint of hard work those boys cleared the line today out to the mains, some 100 feet away, and set the thing up for a dual clean out. Good work, kids, over and above the call of duty. And let's thank God for this too, the pipe in question is PVC, not clay or iron.

So that's what's been going on here in the country since Wednesday, electricians, plumbers and our ongoing war against the Weather. We shall prevail in this particular skirmish, and emerge stronger. In related news, our Beloved Rulers seem all in favor of the draft, as in "draft all the young people to fight a war."

"Why," asked my eldest, "should I fight a war for Rainbow Corporate GloboHomo and it's transnational rulers?" You see, he was thinking of getting out into a lucrative IT job, let the reader understand. I replied, quick as a flash, "You won't, you'll be part of the training cadre. Stay in and get the most out of it." He seemed to get the sense of that.

Regardless, we're approaching full water here unlike, say, Idaho. Speaking of our Rulers killing some 500,000 square acres of farmland in the Potato State, do you think they really hate us or just don't care, which is the same thing.

Cheers,

LSP

Nashville Shooter

 

Do you remember the Nashville killer who shot up a school last year? Perhaps not, because the story was ignored by our fearless, objective, truth seeking, non-partisan Press. So strange, why would our fearless reporters ignore such a story? Surely not because the deranged killer was a suicidal girl to man troon.

Or, because the FBI told our brave friends in the "report the news" industry to shuddup about it. A psychotically depressed troon on psycho drugs killing kids didn't fit the narrative, apparently. Well, you can read all about it here, now that the killer's manifesto's been leaked.

We can't have that now, can we, true story of psycho troon going AR troon on a bunch of kids in a gun free zone, because, you know, the less we're armed the safer we are. Go on, ask a Red Indian. That aside, how much longer will we have to endure this utterly bizarre psychosis. Viz. That gender is unmoored from biology.

Serious question. Maybe it'll take a generation of self-wounded kids to turn on the devils who encouraged, boosted and profited off this insane chicanery. I hope they do. "Why, Pharma, Pritzkers, Dems, RINO uniparty accomplices, media and associated NWO stooge goons, did you make me mutilate my God-given body?"

You get the point and I won't bang on, but there most definitely will be a reckoning.

Count on it,

LSP

Trebuchet

 

A few years back I asked LL, we were down at the range, "Are you a prepper?" He replied, "I am always prepared, so I am a prepper. But maybe preppers should take note. What if I turn up at your compound, your little fortress, with a trebuchet, what then?" Here's a video of what then, check it out:

Footage circulating on social media shows Israeli soldiers using a trebuchet to launch incendiaries at Lebanon. pic.twitter.com/PYMyCZcOWM

— Emanuel (Mannie) Fabian (@manniefabian) June 13, 2024

Hypnotic, do you not think?

Exactly, what then. Flaming balls of hell raining down on your position when cash for 155 doesn't work out. Well hey, maybe you should've thought twice about kidnapping all those girl hippies. Just saying.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

RESET

 

Did you enjoy the Updike? No matter, time for a reset. No, not WEF style, instead team LSP went on an exeat to Paris, Paris TX. By way of background: a few years ago, several people pounded the mahogany in the Compound's dining room over dinner. Fun, and here's the thing, they wanted to start a farm, a Battle Farm, which they did.

Some six years or so later, lo and behold, 80 acres outside of Paris, complete with a chicken operation, a good size tank with Bass and all of that. Sure, it's a work in progress, but hey, they actually went ahead and did it. Well done, kids.

CW caught a Bass, which is a fine thing to do

You'll be interested to know the prime movers behind this rural adventure are vets, they're also converts from Anglicanism to Orthodoxy. I wish them well, what a lot of fun to escape for a few days and not look at a computer.

Cheers,

LSP

Seven Stanzas Of Easter

 

Do you read John Updike? I don't, but I do like this:

Make no mistake: if He rose at all

it was as His body;

if the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the molecules

reknit, the amino acids rekindle,

the Church will fall.

It was not as the flowers,

each soft Spring recurrent;

it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled

eyes of the eleven apostles;

it was as His flesh: ours.

The same hinged thumbs and toes,

the same valved heart

that–pierced–died, withered, paused, and then

regathered out of enduring Might

new strength to enclose.

Let us not mock God with metaphor,

analogy, sidestepping, transcendence;

making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the

faded credulity of earlier ages:

let us walk through the door.

The stone is rolled back, not papier-mâché,

not a stone in a story,

but the vast rock of materiality that in the slow

grinding of time will eclipse for each of us

the wide light of day.

And if we will have an angel at the tomb,

make it a real angel,

weighty with Max Planck’s quanta, vivid with hair,

opaque in the dawn light, robed in real linen

spun on a definite loom.

Let us not seek to make it less monstrous,

for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty,

lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are

embarrassed by the miracle,

and crushed by remonstrance.

You'll be amused to know my Treasurer, a Vietnam vet artillery captain, forbids the use of simile and metaphor in sermons. "Don't do it," he says, "Or I'll leave." He has a point. Either we believe or we don't, and that's just it.

LSP

Well What Have We Here

 

A morbidly obese oddity who's the size of a Buick, behold Miss Alabama 2024. Let's zoom in on this new kegweight examplar of southern femininity:

Beautiful, isn't it, except it's not, and that's exactly the point. Destroy all objective value, truth itself, and arrive, apotheosis, at existential liberation from the bonds of oppression. Now, with Miss Alabama, wymxn are finally set free from slavery to look good.

Dam straight, you can win a beauty pageant even though you're fat and gross. Good call, ProgLeft, but is anyone fooled. Trot out all the obesity you like and call it beauty and see how far you go. Well, in this instance you'll destroy beauty pageants, in another, the Armed Forces, Judiciary, Press, Academe or the Episcopal Church. But even if the institutions are hollowed out, the truth remains.

spot the odd one out

Beautiful women are still beautiful, brave soldiers are brave regardless of the rainbow flags in their barracks, and on. Point being, you cannot destroy objective value even though you try your damndest to do so. Truth remains truth, regardless of the lies you tell. That in mind, at least Miss Alabama is actually a woman, unlike, say, Miss Maryland.

Your Pal,

LSP

LIARS

 

Do you remember when, what, 51 top US spies told the world that Hunter Biden's crack-whoretop was Russian disinfo, planted by GRU to interfere with our totally free and fair elections? Sure you do. There it was, yet more proof that Trump was and is a Kremlin agent. Fast forward to today.

The venerable crack-whore laptop's telling it's nasty story in a court of law and lo and behold, it wasn't a shameless plant, it's the real deal. Hunter got wasted, a lot, bought a gun illegally, made out with whores, and made a whole lotta cash while he was at it. And at it he was, smoking down that sweet, sweet crack every 20 minutes while raking in the money.

At least that's what his GF at the time says, and why should we doubt her. Maybe Hunter didn't give the poor girl enough money. More seriously, will all the senior spooks who lied and ran election interference in 2020 and beyond be held accountable? 

Don't be stupid, of course they won't. My money, and guinea on the monkey, is no, they will not. Of course we know who their Father is, he was a lying murderer from the beginning.

Still, Your Call,

LSP

D Day

 

 

80 years ago:

 

Almighty God: Our sons, pride of our Nation, this day have set upon a mighty endeavor, a struggle to preserve our Republic, our religion, and our civilization, and to set free a suffering humanity.

Lead them straight and true; give strength to their arms, stoutness to their hearts, steadfastness in their faith.

They will need Thy blessings. Their road will be long and hard. For the enemy is strong. He may hurl back our forces. Success may not come with rushing speed, but we shall return again and again; and we know that by Thy grace, and by the righteousness of our cause, our sons will triumph.

They will be sore tried, by night and by day, without rest-until the victory is won. The darkness will be rent by noise and flame. Men's souls will be shaken with the violence of war.

For these men are lately drawn from the ways of peace. They fight not for the lust of conquest. They fight to end conquest. They fight to liberate. They fight to let justice arise, and tolerance and good will among all Thy people. They yearn but for the end of battle, for their return to the haven of home.

Some will never return. Embrace these, Father, and receive them, Thy heroic servants, into Thy kingdom.

And for us at home -- fathers, mothers, children, wives, sisters, and brothers of brave men overseas -- whose thoughts and prayers are ever with them--help us, Almighty God, to rededicate ourselves in renewed faith in Thee in this hour of great sacrifice.

Many people have urged that I call the Nation into a single day of special prayer. But because the road is long and the desire is great, I ask that our people devote themselves in a continuance of prayer. As we rise to each new day, and again when each day is spent, let words of prayer be on our lips, invoking Thy help to our efforts.

Give us strength, too -- strength in our daily tasks, to redouble the contributions we make in the physical and the material support of our armed forces.

And let our hearts be stout, to wait out the long travail, to bear sorrows that may come, to impart our courage unto our sons wheresoever they may be.

And, O Lord, give us Faith. Give us Faith in Thee; Faith in our sons; Faith in each other; Faith in our united crusade. Let not the keenness of our spirit ever be dulled. Let not the impacts of temporary events, of temporal matters of but fleeting moment let not these deter us in our unconquerable purpose.

With Thy blessing, we shall prevail over the unholy forces of our enemy. Help us to conquer the apostles of greed and racial arrogancies. Lead us to the saving of our country, and with our sister Nations into a world unity that will spell a sure peace a peace invulnerable to the schemings of unworthy men. And a peace that will let all of men live in freedom, reaping the just rewards of their honest toil.

Thy will be done, Almighty God.

Amen.

Do not forget,

LSP 

Lose Yourself

 

8 Mile. Mind how you go.

Quite the toe tapper, recognize the bridge?

Vale,

LSP

Something's Happening Here

 

Huh, who are these freaks. You'll note an early Neil Young pretending to be a Red Indian. Well, hardly the Airplane or the Dead, what? Anyway, here's a tune:

Is that a real cowboy hat? There's a man with a gun over there? Good heavens. Be careful! Reverb forever.

Cheers,

LSP

When Is Enough?

 

This sickens me. Here we are, on the very verge of going to war, and this is the garbage we're being called upon to die for. Let's be clear. Join up and die for gayness, abortion, drag acts and trans surgery.

What a total insult to the people who have already died for their country, who have given everything for what's right, good and true. What a total insult to all normal people, and to those patriots who put their lives on the line and continue to so. For God's sake, look at this, an Admiral, so-called, and try not to throw up in your mouth.

Go On, Die For This, Peasants

So I ask you Libs, are you prepared to lay down your lives for the Rainbow? Are you? Or are you too busy reading the New York Times and sipping foaming coffee as you click for war. Are you a pathetic hypocritical sham?

Or are you true believers who will die and fight for what you believe in. No, I don't see you lining up at the Recruiters' office, you hypocritical, venal, lying, privileged, overeducated beyond your competence dupe shills of the NWO. 

Still, you voted for it and maybe you need to join it, in a Blackrock funded trench in the Ukraine. Perhaps you'll be forced to when conscription kicks in. Go on, do it, sign up early so that Fortress Europa can be the rainbow-hued garden it was always meant to be.

In the meanwhile, apologies to all SEALS and associated warriors. Someone please sort this out, it's getting really stupid.

Rant over,

LSP