Perhaps you disagree? Good luck to you, but don't bet the monkey on it, if you even have one, which many of us don't. But we mostly do have the Second Amendment. There is that. Our Rainbow Overlords hate it on both sides of the Atlantic.
Speaking of monkeys, would you bet your prize simian against, say, a pit bull. Just asking and, word to the wise, apes use clubs. Guinea on, what?
Your Old Friend,
LSP
All you war pundits may have noticed UKR sent a flight of drones to Novgorod with a view towards destroying Putin's state residence. Good call and right on the eve of preparatory peace negotiations at the White House. What can I say?
Obviously someone wants moar war and, in fairness, Kiev's been promised boatloads of Euros going into 2026. So worth it, EU and UK taxpayer; fund the war being fought with people's bodies other than your own so that Blackrock et al can become even more massively rich beyond anyone's wildest dreams. But maybe the Russkies aren't too pleased with this latest gambit, Sergey Lavrov seems to think so:
LISTEN to Lavrov’s full account of Ukraine’s ‘terrorist attack’ on Putin’s residence91 drones used, none hit their markBUT ‘given the final degeneration of the criminal Kiev regime…Russia’s negotiating position will be revised’ https://t.co/6QEfMFk4y0 pic.twitter.com/xDkXwlNg9i— RT (@RT_com) December 29, 2025
Don't say Oreshnik, anyone, or Belarus. Russkie retaliation aside, what do you think Western vested interests would do if Russia, say, advanced to the Dnieper and took out Odessa to boot? Just a hypothetical as Russia continues its grindingly slow advance, but what would our beloved rulers do if that continues.
Write the whole thing off as a partial loss, pretending it never happened, Afghanistan style? Set up Werewolf resistance in western Ukraine to continue the war, small scale? Or go to war, big war, against Russia. All the PR signals from beloved Ursula von der Leyen, Chancellor Merz, Gay Bonaparte Macron and Two-Tier Kier seem to be pointing to the latter option. But surely this is bluff.
The UK, Germany and France are currently nothing militarily without the US and, let the reader understand, our new European Warlords don't have any industrial capacity to fight a war even if they wanted to, they offshored it all to China to make themselves even richer.
Imagine, Two-Tier calls up Xi, "Please make us 10 zillion rounds of 155, 10,000 hypersonic missiles, and a new rifle because the one we have doesn't work because it's rubbish. Oh, we need ammo for all the rifles you'll make for us because we don't have any ammo factories left. Not green, you see." Xi thinks about it for a moment and, remembering Palmerston (all hail) and the Summer Palace, says, "No."
Who knows, maybe the Russkies will fold in the face of massive European Rainbow Union threat. Maybe the UKR proxy pawn will fold under the weight of what appears to be cumulative Russkie pressure on the front. Maybe our beloved overlords will burn it all down rather than lose. Me? I'm inclined to think they'll walk away and pretend it never happened. Not unlike a cat, when you think on it.
Arma virumque cano,
LSP
And what can I say?
Roma Aeterna,
LSP
Our Gospel text this morning was John's Prologue, In the beginning was the Word... read it, it's not long and, for me, the most majestic passage of Scripture. Such unfathomable depth expressed with such simplicity. John's Prologue alone is a testimony to the Apostle's holiness and sanctified vision.
That said, it's a fearsome text for the preacher to approach, how to do it any kind of justice. So I marched up to Doctor X at Mission #2 who writes books like I like to buy firearms, which is often, and asked, "Herr Doktor, would you like to preach this morning on John 1?" He looked me straight in the eye, grinned, and said with professorial candor, "No."
So it was up to me and I gave it a safe shot, asking the people why and to what end did the Word become Flesh. Answer? To reconcile us to God, demonstrate divine love, provide a model of holiness and make us partakers of the Divine Nature. That said, here's Chrysostom, and with it a sermon:
What shall I say! And how shall I describe this Birth to you? For this wonder fills me with astonishment. The Ancient of days has become an infant. He Who sits upon the sublime and heavenly Throne, now lies in a manger. And He Who cannot be touched, Who is simple, without complexity, and incorporeal, now lies subject to the hands of men. He Who has broken the bonds of sinners, is now bound by an infants bands. But He has decreed that ignominy shall become honor, infamy be clothed with glory, and total humiliation the measure of His Goodness.
For this He assumed my body, that I may become capable of His Word; taking my flesh, He gives me His spirit; and so He bestowing and I receiving, He prepares for me the treasure of Life. He takes my flesh, to sanctify me; He gives me His Spirit that He may save me.
Come, then, let us observe the Feast. Truly wondrous is the whole chronicle of the Nativity. For this day the ancient slavery is ended, the devil confounded, the demons take to flight, the power of death is broken, paradise is unlocked, the curse is taken away, sin is removed from us, error driven out, truth has been brought back, the speech of kindliness diffused, and spreads on every side, a heavenly way of life has been planted on the earth, angels communicate with men without fear, and men now hold speech with angels.
Why is this? Because God is now on earth, and man in heaven; on every side all things commingle. He became Flesh. He did not become God. He was God. Wherefore He became flesh, so that He Whom heaven did not contain, a manger would this day receive. He was placed in a manger, so that He, by whom all things are nourished, may receive an infants food from His Virgin Mother. So, the Father of all ages, as an infant at the breast, nestles in the virginal arms, that the Magi may more easily see Him. Since this day the Magi too have come, and made a beginning of withstanding tyranny; and the heavens give glory, as the Lord is revealed by a star.
To Him, then, Who out of confusion has wrought a clear path, to Christ, to the Father, and to the Holy Spirit, we offer all praise, now and forever. Amen.
Merry Christmas,
LSP
Boxing Day was a lot of fun, with family and friends in Dallas, a delicious rib roast bought at what passes for a bargain these days, Yorkshire pudding, obvs, and all 'round good cheer. Great result and so good to see some old friends of the family from England.
I asked one, over the roast beef of Olde Texas, what he thought about the preparedness of the UK's submarine fleet. He thought for a moment as the magic of a perfect Yorkshire pudding did its trick, then replied with commissioned naval exactitude, "A bloody disgrace." He's a retired submariner who remembers the old Navy, back when Britain still had ships. Who knows, maybe it will again, which would make sense for an island.
Submarines aside, we finished off with plum pudding and relaxed in that Boxing Day interregnum kind of way, replete with great feasting. And now? Back at the Compound in the balmy warmth of a Texan evening. Dogs bark, an enormous possum just climbed up the perimeter fence, yawned at the chickens and waddled off seeking whom he may devour. So all's well with the world.
Tomorrow? The mystery of the Mass at Missions 1 & 2, followed by leftover roast beef. I'm fixing to reheat it without drying the beast out, which can be done. Maybe an opportunity for more Yorkshire puddings too. I use Gordon Ramsay's recipe and it works, especially with free-range/farm eggs. More on that anon.
Cheers,
LSP
What can I say? Behold the King.
MP @RupertLowe10's barnstorming Christmas message. He says the "Country is built on Christian values. Britain needs its farmers more than its politicians.
— David Atherton (@DaveAtherton20) December 25, 2025
He pays tribute to the small business people who are the "lifeblood of our towns & economy."
The whole video is fantastic. pic.twitter.com/QjxSFZ3vKC
Imagine, if you can or care to, all those Guardian readers throwing up in their mouths, breaking out in hives and swallowing their bifurcated tongues as they hear Lowe preach it on Christmas day. He's clearly King, or should be, monarchist loyalty notwithstanding.
Cheers,
LSP
My old boss or "Guv'nor," MCP, is in India being Father Christmas before adoring crowds of children. Why? Because of course he is, and is that the Delhi Gymkhana we see in the background? Has that look. Regardless, good to see the Raj alive and well in 2025, what an excellent result.
Good work, MCP, spreading the joy. He, by way of context, was of no small help during a difficult couple of years in the LSP timeline. Long ago now, but still, I'm grateful for that, as are Santa's helpers in India today.
I post this by way of festive cheer.
Merry Christmas,
LSP
Please don't scorn me; the Masses are done even though it's not yet Midnight, and Felix Navidad floats on the air in that Mexican way as fireworks boom out across the stratosphere like the guns on Ostfront. It's all good, worship Christ our newborn King, and that's exactly what we did tonight.
I won't preach, but here's Farrer with sublime wisdom:
WHEN Mary laid Jesus Christ upon her knees, when she searched him with her eyes, when she fed him at the breast, she did not study to love him because she ought, she loved him because he was dear: he was her Son. His conception had been supernatural, perplexing, affrighting; it had called for faith in the incomprehensible, and obedience beyond the limit of human power. His nativity was human and sweet, and the love with which she embraced it was a natural growth, inseparable from the thing she loved. She was blessed above all creatures, because she loved her Maker inevitably and by simple nature; even though it needed the sword—wounds of the Passion to teach her fully that it was her Maker whom she loved. The Son of Mary is the Son of all human kind; we embrace him with the love of our kind, that we may be led up with Mary to a love beyond kind, a selfless love for the supreme Goodness, when we too shall have climbed the ladder of the cross.
Have a very Merry Christmas, punters.
God Bless,
LSP
Dear Friends, is Vladimir Vladimirovic not the greatest troll of all time?
RU PoV: Russia Today has published a Christmas Eve video for EU citizens
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Did you know, dear friends, that the UK has a Brigadier General, yes, a Brigadier, admittedly retired, entirely devoted to Climate Change? You didn't? Now you do, and I think I've met him over a chop at some Club. Yes, Lieutenant General Richard Nugee CB CVO CBE. Here, check out his UKGOV bio:
Richard was appointed as Non-Executive Director for Climate Change and Sustainability in March 2021. Before this appointment he spent a year leading on the Climate Change and Sustainability Strategic Approach at the Ministry of Defence.
Prior to his work on sustainability, he spent 4 years as Chief of Defence People. His military career of 36 years includes joint, single service and international appointments.
Appointed MBE in June 1998, CBE in January 2012, CVO in September 2016, and CB in January 2020, he was awarded the US Legion of Merit for his services in Afghanistan in 2014.
Chief of Defence People, I guess he wasn't retired in that auspicious role. Good heavens, just imagine all those Defence People charging out to defeat the Mahdi or anyone else. But that was in the past, now CB CVO CBE Nugee will spearhead the UK's war, yes, War, against the Weather. Against the Weather, that most fickle of adversaries.
Here at the Compound we wish this Commander of the British Empire success and glory in his tireless pursuit of climate justice and look forward to his victorious defeat of our common adversary, the Weather.
Perhaps, avid readers, you're wondering how what's left of the UK's armed forces can kill people the environmentally friendly way, the green way. Don't say corporate lobbyist backhanders, that'd be unpatriotic. Peak skulduggery anyone?
Arma et Virumque Cano,
LSP
Dear friends, you may have missed it, but Mass was celebrated on Sunday December 15 according to the traditional Ambrosian Rite in the Basilica of St. Ambrose in Milan for the first time in 50 years. Yes, in half a century. So what, you say with disdainful lip and dismissive eye. So a lot.
For 50 years the ancient liturgy of the West, our worship of God, has been cheapened, bowdlerized, denigrated, mocked and even banned. You see, what happened was this. Satan wasn't able to subvert the Western Catholic Church's teaching, the Magesterium held firm unlike the genius of Anglicanism, but he was able to demolish its worship.
Pan to guitar playing nuns, nylon vestments, and 1970s attack language removing all sense of the sacred or numinal from the worship of God. Pretty effective strategy, crash the worship, crash belief and go figure, RC congregations have been tanking ever since. But maybe that's changing, see the Ambrosian Mass in Milan. A harbinger of things to come?
We hope so, here at the Compound, and know this. Wherever faithful Christians truly worship God, I advise the Ancient Rite, they will be truly blessed. Not kidding, Guinea on the monkey and a safe bet.
Ad Altare Dei,
The Revolt of Forgotten Europe Against the Globalists
By Alexander Dugin
The rise of European Revolution: the farmers, Gillette Jauns, the populists (mostly right sometimes left), hard right, traditionalists. All against the liberal-globalists - Rotschields, Macron, Merz, Starmer, Ursula van der Leien, Black Rock, Davos elites.
The Europe is now like Ukraine: corrupted totalitarian elite against the overwhelming majority of population deprived of any rights and influence over politics with the some part of totally gaslighted society ready for voluntary suicide.
There is the civil war in Europe. It has already begun. The only power of support to EU are the globalists in US who succeed until now to contend the MAGA reforms of Trump. Deep State doesn’t give up and persist to block or sabotage every step of Trump. Trump is kept hostage.
Peasant Revolution: the real people are peasants. All other estates (except warriors and priests) are fake, simulacra. The excessive growth of the city is the cancer of society. Only the relation to the soil makes the humans human. Bourgeois is the citizen, the city dweller.
Bourgeoisie in the initial stage of Modernity replaced the real Third Estate, Peasants. It is origin of the catastrophe called “capitalism”. The capitalism is the Golden Calf cult promoted by internationalist globalist perverted elite. It is not the free market, it is monopoly.
The capitalism is the killer of free market economy. It is perverted oligarchic rule. The capitalism is the origins of the global disaster. The return to soul is the only solution. We need the new Vandee. And this time we are going to win over degraded bloody Republic.
It is high time to abolish EU. Where is our brave Elon? He wakes up sporadically to the heroic combat with the Beast but falls asleep too soon. In order to win we have to be very persevering. Like satanic Soros the knight of the Beast. Every day we need to attack them. More, more….
the real people are peasants. All other estates (except warriors and priests) are fake, simulacra... internationalist globalist perverted elite... perverted oligarchic rule... Wow. And the call to action? Let's zoom in:
It is high time to abolish EU. Where is our brave Elon? He wakes up sporadically to the heroic combat with the Beast but falls asleep too soon. In order to win we have to be very persevering. Like satanic Soros the knight of the Beast. Every day we need to attack them.
Have you heard of MAID, Medical Assistance In Dying? Sure you have, it's when a medical professional kills you with an injection when you're old, sick, terminally ill, young, depressed or whatever. Canada's all about it and, apparently, MAID accounts for 25% of all deaths in the former British Dominion. That's the background, and the story is this.
A family member, at a remove, in Windsor, Ontario, committed suicide by hospital yesterday. She had terminal cancer and was told by the medicos something like this, "You might die on Christmas day, which would be so hard on your children! So much better to do it now."
How utterly demonic. Some say that when the bodies of MAID victims are removed so too are their organs, which are then sold. Imagine, if you can, dear friends, making your money off of that.
You might remember the slogan, "You don't need God to be good!" But look where we are without Him, in the very mosh pit of Hell. Christians, and everyone else, stand up and be counted for life. Your life and that of your family and friends depends upon it. Like no kidding.
Vade Retro,
LSP
Yes, Possum Posse, remember them? I did, barely, and now entirely. What a neat video, reminds me of Calgary, if not Aberystwyth. On topic, here's Guy on a Buffalo, just for kix:
Cheers,
LSP
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Well yes, yes it is, and the joke's on you, Guardian reader elitocracy of the Church of England. You elected Sarah Mullally to be your next leaderene. Imagine, if you can, Archbishops Ramsey, Temple, Lang et al wondering, in shocked awe, at this risible DEI appointment to Augustine's throne. "No one will take us seriously if we don't ordain womyn priests," sang the chorus. Chortle, and pan to empty pews and litugical dance in an empty church. But someone's not laughing.
That'd be Rev. Alan Griffin, who killed himself after a secret COE report "spread false gossip that he abused children and paid for sex." According to Anglican Ink:
Written by the former head of operations in the diocese, a man since jailed for a £5.2m fraud against the Church, the report contained a toxic mixture of genuine safeguarding concerns and unsubstantiated smears about 42 members of the clergy – including Father Alan.
Mullally apparently saw the report when she was the Bishop Figure of the Diocese of London and took no action. She "didn't read it," claims Anglican Ink. Rev. Robert Thompson ups the ante, "I think the entire diocese has blood on its hands. When Sarah presided at the Eucharist, I felt that the blood of Alan Griffin was on her hands."
Malfeasance, fraud and skulduggery is always despicable, and it's especially despicable in the Church, which is the Mystical Body of Christ, militant on earth, expectant and triumphant in heaven. Whether the risible Mullally will ascend to the COE's top job remains to be seen. Perhaps she'll console zhirself with they/them medals if zhe doesn't.
Your Old Mate,
LSP
Here we are at Dallas HQ, the lights are up and I've got a question, a serious question. Should this shallow, frivolous, inconsequential and barely read mind blog start selling warez? You know, merch, like t shirts, hats, shell casings, knives, challenge coins, travel mugs, rainbow pony plushies, Aberystwyth snow globes, ties, lapel pins, precious metal and all of that.
It's tempting. For goodness sake, that castle in Shropshire and a flat in town isn't going to buy itself! So, maybe start linking to a warez print on demand portal, a sales site? Perhaps that sounds cheap to you, or not. So, should I go down this path? Perhaps, but I tell you this, no ads.
In the meanwhile, the Metrosprawl's wracked with construction because people are moving here, not least from California, we have a fleet off of Venezuela, the UK's laughably preparing to pay more welfare to Moslem immigrants for war, Russia's strongman's decried EU leaders as "swine" and the UK persists in locking people up for mean tweets.
Speaking of which, I asked a few pals over in Blighty about their role in the new all-of-country fightback against the Russkie threat. "Tell me, gentlemen, what role will you play in the new Home Guard? Commissioned, obviously, but as what?" They were ominously silent and we'll leave it at that.
Money on the Monkey,
LSP
We decided to up our Christmas lights at the compound this year, which meant driving out into the cedar groves of Olde Texas to get greenery. This soon turned into wreaths, yes, wreaths, with Wreath Minor landing on the front door and Wreath Major taking care of overwatch above the porch. Then it escalated, and before you could say Operation Bagration or I'll see you at a knife fight with a 30-30 Marlin there were garlands.
Yes, garlands of cedar complete with bows, and lights. I tell you, it was like something out of a Charles Dickens novel, in Texas. Mrs. LSP takes the credit for this Yuletide splendor but I helped, climbing up on the roof, running wire and humming God rest ye merry gentlemen with a kind of Victorian fervor.
Now? Dallas and the Metrosprawl. Mission? Set up Christmas at Ma LSP's. No rest for the wicked, you see. But what can I say, cast off the works of darkness and put on the armor of light.
Your Friend,
LSP
Several crazed Moslem savages shot up a group of Jews celebrating Hannukah on Bondi beach in disarmed Australia. Horrendous, and it seems 16 were killed, maybe more. Diversity is so obviously our strength and Islam's a religion of peace. No it isn't, Mohammed was a warlord, ask the Khaybar Jews and everyone else:
What a difference a year makes, there's a patriot in the White House who's actually alive. In Baltimore. Huh.
President Trump salutes the National Anthem at the 126th Army-Navy Game pic.twitter.com/pTLGmRipjA
— Jack Posobiec (@JackPosobiec) December 13, 2025
In related news, the UK's leftist not so Independent legacy newspaper's come out roaring and clashing sabers. The UK, they say, is ready for war and will defeat Putin's Russia. Wow. But, errrr, what with? Harry Potter? With its magic wand? Maybe Canada will help, with Wolverine.
Dear Lord, please make it stop, and please defund Harvard. Oh, and please defund Yale, Brown, Brown and Duke too, surely they're unfit for purpose.
LSP
Put Christ back into Christmas, as opposed to the miserable "Happy Holidays!" corporate media rainbow slop which would enslave us by debt and inflation and call it progress. UK stalwart Tommy Robinson's organizing just such a thing, carols in downtown London. The Church of England isn't, make of that what you will. Here's the promo:
Nice one, Tommy, and he has a point. If you want to stand up for Christian culture, ie the West and God Himself, you have to be a Christian. Like no kidding. Hey, I'd be there if I didn't have to be in the States, looking after two missions in the great state of Texas. Oh, and by the way, it's the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe today.
Speaking of which, my assistant priest told me after Mass on Sunday that, "There will be dancers next week." I thought about this for a moment, "What the devil do you mean?" He replied, "Guadalupana, Padre." What a good man and more on the miraculous Tilma in short order.
Vade Retro,
LSP
Some people have given up on Great Britain, they think it's sunk in a turgid sea of Islamo-Marxist rainbow despotism and wokery. For them, the lion has departed from the Sceptered Isle. But not so fast, punters, here's an encouraging infovid:
I sent this uplifting promotional video to a friend who lives, bizarrely, in Derby, a part of England which used to make things, "Are you a part of this, and if not, why not?" Don't say RBB! Jermyn Street forever.
In related news, you'll be interested to know that Tommy Robinson's orchestrating a Christmas carol service in downtown London, unlike the venerable if shrinking Church of England, and that the traitors, mountebanks and grifters who make up the Labour party are plummeting still further in the polls. Yes, dear friends, there is hope for us yet.
See you in Clubland and Devil take the hindmost.
Yours,
LSP
Jazzmin Crockett is a DEI lawyer, mountebank and politician currently representing a swathe of DFW metrosprawl communities in Dallas and Tarrant counties. But that handy little cash cow's about to end, thanks to redistricting, so Jazzy has to find a new job, in the Senate. Here's her awesome launch video:
Jazzy's an outspoken champion of the poor and oppressed, a race based social justice commie with an estimated net worth of only $9MN. Jazzy's congressional salary is $174K.
For what it's worth, I reckon Jazzy's political star will go the same way as Abortion Barbie's. Remember her? Neither do I.
Cheers,
LSP
