HOC EST CORPUS MEUM

 

Today we stand in the Upper Room as Christ institutes the Eucharist, the Sacrament of the Altar, in which He gives himself body and blood for the remission  of sin. A perfect sacrifice made present under the form of bread and wine. Farrer speaks to this via Chantblog:

Do the disciples understand the nature of the bond? Jesus has blessed his food, to be the body he will offer in his sacrifice; do they know that they are committed to membership in such a body as that?  A body flogged, broken, crucified - see, he crumbles the loaf before their eyes.  Do they perceive the new meaning in the ancient custom, the breaking of the bread?  Are they willing to be parts of such a body, are they willing that his body, with its sacrificial destiny, should be theirs?  The disciples were not yet fully willing, but they came to be, and so we all must; for if we do not want to be given and surrendered to God, why touch religion at all?  By partaking of the sacrificial body, we are to be made capable of sacrifice, taken up, as we are, into the sacrificial being of Christ. (From Austin Farrer's address "This is my Body", given at the 1958 Eucharistic Congress, in Said and Sung.)

Soldats, Attention!  if we do not want to be given and surrendered to God, why touch religion at all?  By partaking of the sacrificial body, we are to be made capable of sacrifice, taken up, as we are, into the sacrificial being of Christ. Yes indeed, and you'll note Exorcists rate the Latin Rite and the new one not at all.

God Bless,

LSP

Good Order - Bad Order

 

Here, this is good order, KAR inspected by HRH.

savages

And this is bad order, murderous, savage, primitive yet armed with vaguely modern weapons barbarians.

traitorous buffoon

We abandoned the dark continent on a supposedly ethical imperative of, ahem, freedom and democracy. Roughly translated, we just couldn't afford it anymore. And then went to work asset-stripping. Look out, Africa, we're going to take all your stuff and give you nothing in return, not even policing. Similar, when you think of it, the UK or CONUS itself. Are the same people in charge? Surely not. To that end or τέλος, here's General Gordon, a total hero.

hero

Who knows, perhaps new Gordons will rise up against the savagery at hand. I reckon they will, your call.

Your Patient Pal,

LSP

DINDU NUFFIN

 

You've all heard the sickening story of DINDU NUFFIN 17 year old Karmelo Anthony, who stabbed Austin Metcalf at a high school track meet on April 2. The problem was, Metcalf had the brazen literal racist temerity to tell Dindu to get out of a seat that wasn't his. So Dindu stabbed Metcalf who then died in the arms of his brother.

Imagine, if you can, the howls of rage, fury and riotous protest if the color of the murdered teen's skin had been black. George Floyd, anyone? But no, Metcalf wasn't POC so there's been no protest, no looting, burning or rioting on the sunny suburban streets of Frisco Texas or anywhere else.

who killed who? go on, I dare you

Instead, there's been a heap  of cash donated to the Anthony family, over $900k. Why? For young Dindu's legal defense fund. As in, how dare you prosecute a POC for murdering someone with the wrong skin color. Call it reparations, if you like. 

Regardless, you'll be pleased to know Dindu's parents haven't been slow to take advantage of their newly acquired wealth, buying a fully loaded Cadillac Escalade, because of course, and setting up in a $3.5k a month gated community. Yes, even as young Dindu himself was released to house arrest on laughable bail terms. I say again, imagine the result if skin color was reversed.

look, a killer monkey!

At some point, and maybe soon, people will tire of covering up, pretending, and pandering to this systemic racism and the off-the-hook demographic it funds. When that point comes I'll wager our fighting monkey, and he's a ferocious beast, that the solution's as quick and effective as that presently applied to our southern border.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

What A Good Day

 

Just a quick drive down I35W to the hideous metrosprawl that is Fort Worth and our suburban cathedral, St. Vincent's. St. Vincent's is in a place called Bedford, which isn't far from Hurst or Arlington, and we call it the "Mid Cities." 

Once, many years ago, I made an oath, "I shall never live in a plastic sided suburb." God had other thoughts but He's been kind; the Compound's hardly suburban and its sides are made of wood instead of plastic. Regardless, I ventured forth into the Metrosprawl for our Chrism Mass.

Glad I did. What a great crew of fellow clergy who uphold the Faith and do their best to live it. Fun people, too. Still, the event was in the midst of the appalling 'sprawl, so it took a bit of time to dig out from that and back to the civilization of the Compound.

In related news, our diocese tells us we aren't supposed to make "political posts" on social media. Such wisdom and what can I say, Zu Befehl? You'll notice, dear friends, that one of the beauties of the Fourth Reich, the Space Reich, is that you're invisible. Black uniforms, you see.

Ad Astra,

LSP

47's Holy Week Declaration

 

Have you ever seen anything like this from the White House? I haven't. Here, read 47's Holy Week Declaration:

This Holy Week, Melania and I join in prayer with Christians celebrating the crucifixion and resurrection of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ—the living Son of God who conquered death, freed us from sin, and unlocked the gates of Heaven for all of humanity.

Beginning with Christ’s triumphal entry into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday and culminating in the Paschal Triduum, which begins on Holy Thursday with the Mass of the Lord’s Supper, followed by Good Friday, and reaching its pinnacle in the Easter Vigil on Holy Saturday night. This week is a time of reflection for Christians to memorialize Jesus’ crucifixion—and to prepare their hearts, minds, and souls for His miraculous Resurrection from the dead.

During this sacred week, we acknowledge that the glory of Easter Sunday cannot come without the sacrifice Jesus Christ made on the cross.  In His final hours on Earth, Christ willingly endured excruciating pain, torture, and execution on the cross out of a deep and abiding love for all His creation.  Through His suffering, we have redemption.  Through His death, we are forgiven of our sins.  Through His Resurrection, we have hope of eternal life.  On Easter morning, the stone is rolled away, the tomb is empty, and light prevails over darkness—signaling that death does not have the final word.

This Holy Week, my Administration renews its promise to defend the Christian faith in our schools, military, workplaces, hospitals, and halls of government.  We will never waver in safeguarding the right to religious liberty, upholding the dignity of life, and protecting God in our public square.

As we focus on Christ’s redeeming sacrifice, we look to His love, humility, and obedience—even in life’s most difficult and uncertain moments.  This week, we pray for an outpouring of the Holy Spirit upon our beloved Nation.  We pray that America will remain a beacon of faith, hope, and freedom for the entire world, and we pray to achieve a future that reflects the truth, beauty, and goodness of Christ’s eternal kingdom in Heaven.

May God bless you and your family during this special time of year and may He continue to bless the United States of America.

 

Wow. And now, dear friends, the demons really hate him. Imagine if you can the UK's leaderene, 2TK, Two Tier Keir saying such a thing. For that matter, imagine King Charles III issuing a similar statement. You can't? Go figure. Sure, they can do Ramadan and Eid, Easter not so much.

Out demons out,

LSP

Behold

 

Mia x Ally out of globalist besieged Ireland via globalist besieged Denver, Colorado. Nice, and thanks for the tip Herr Doktor Swankenstein.

Cheers,

LSP

Palm Sunday

 

Palm Sunday, what a Feast of seemingly opposite extremes. On the one hand, our hosannas and palms prefigure the victory and alleluias of Easter. On the other, we're confronted with the barred fangs iniquity of the Passion, and what iniquity it is. The murderous hatred of the Chief Priests, the weakness of Pilate, the derision of Herod and his court, the torturous savagery of the soldiers and the betrayal of Judas; even of Peter whose rock dissolves to quicksand in the heat of the question.

Joy and suffering, good and evil, darkness and light, God versus Satan. It seems, as Christ dies on Calvary, on the place of a skull, Golgotha, that Satan has won. But no, the perfect sacrifice has been sent, ite missa est, and is found acceptable by the Father for the remission of sin. Accordingly, Christ rises, victorious, on the third day; he has broken the power of death, sin and Hell itself. The palms of his entry into the holy city didn't lie. But that's for the future.

Today he must go to the Cross to confront evil and defeat it. He invites us to do the same, to take up our cross and follow him, both daily and this week especially. To what end? That in the deliberate, conscious, thoroughgoing rejection of sin and concomitant conversion of heart, mind and soul we not only find union with our Lord's sacrifice but also a share in his risen life, in his victory over death. With that, today's hosannas turn to the jubilant exultation of Easter, Alleluia! He is risen!

Again, this is liturgically over the horizon, so in the meanwhile a prayer:

Almighty and everlasting God, who, of thy tender love towards mankind, hast sent thy Son, our Savior Jesus Christ, to take upon him our nature, and to suffer death upon the Cross, giving us the example of his great humility: Mercifully grant that we may walk in the way of his suffering, and also be made partakers in his resurrection; through the same Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end. Amen.

 

God bless you all,

LSP

You're Fired

 

Vice Admiral Shosana Chatfield. US representative to NATO. Utterly fired.

how did zhe get all zhir medals?

Admiral Lisa Franchetti. Chief of Navy Operations. Commandant of the United States Coast Guard. Brazenly fired.

totally heterosexual

Admiral Linda Fagan. Literally fired.

excuse me?

General Charles "CQ" Brown Jr. Without question, fired.

sad face

General Timothy Hough. Time to go, we've had enough. You're fired.

two-bit traitor

Colonel Susannah Meyers. Traitorous services no longer Space Force required, you're fired.

SNLR

Commander Brett Robblee and Command Master Chief Felix Phillips. Two birds with one stone fired. Nice.

Good work, keep it coming, and you can read all about these DEI woke clowns on the internet. Let's restore our military to fighting efficiency and get rid of the rainbow. Speaking of which, Hegseth's apparently instituting the USMC BFT across the services.

What's the point of a grossly overweight transsexual Master Chief who can't even run three miles? Good question.

Cano Arma Virumque,

LSP

Jukebox Thursday

 

Yep, it's that time of the week when we head off to the local, sling a few quarters in the juke box and play requests. That's right, Juke Box days are back. First up, an old classic, Free Bird by everyone's favorite Southern Rock trailblazers. Good choice, LL:

Nice, but let's get down to earth with the Confederate Railroad, courtesy of WSF. Quite the toe tapper:

Anon's got the East on his mind, understandably, to say nothing of Miravi's beautiful voice. Check it out:

My turn, Randy Newman's Little Criminals. I've enjoyed that song pretty much from ever since it came out and now more than then. Picture the scene:

Rock on and keep 'em coming.

Your Pal,

LSP

Sweet Home

 

  

Maybe you didn't get the memo, so here's a video:

Tariffs forever,

LSP

World Leaders Walk The Runway - Tariff Edition

 

Tariffs? Yes indeed, fair trad forever. There's even a video, check it out:

What a compelling fashion show! Thanks, Random Reality.

Cheers,

LSP

Dire Wolves Are Back

 

Some people were freaking out, swallowing their tongues and going full panic Eschaton this morning because of 47's tariffs. As in, how dare a US president stop his country being ripped off! Now the world's going to END. So they shrieked as they tore out their hair, pulled out their teeth and gouged out their eyes (What? Ed.) in fear, shock, horror and heart stopping Panican dismay. But not us, no, here at the Compound we were excited. Why?

Because DIRE WOLVES are back. That's right, thanks to Texan ingenuity and can-do spirit, Dallas biotech start up Colossal Biosciences has successfully bioengineered two white Dire Wolves, the first of their kind since the formidable breed went extinct some 10,000 years ago. Why did they go extinct? Good question. 

The appallingly smug leftist New Yorker risibly thinks Dire Wolves and similar megafauna were hunted to extinction by bloodthirsty humans who obviously weren't taxed and regulated enough. The Compound's boffins think differently. They believe a celestial cataclysm triggered massive, catastrophic, climate change, killing off Mammoths, Saber Tooth Tigers, Mastodons, Dire Wolves and the like. But that's as maybe, the long gone wolves have returned in the form of two adorable pups, Romulus and Remus. Here's TIME, which somehow still exists:

Romulus and Remus are doing what puppies do: chasing, tussling, nipping, nuzzling. But there’s something very un-puppylike about the snowy white 6-month olds—their size, for starters. At their young age they already measure nearly 4 ft. long, tip the scales at 80 lb., and could grow to 6 ft. and 150 lb. Then there’s their behavior: the angelic exuberance puppies exhibit in the presence of humans—trotting up for hugs, belly rubs, kisses—is completely absent. They keep their distance, retreating if a person approaches. Even one of the handlers who raised them from birth can get only so close before Romulus and Remus flinch and retreat. This isn’t domestic canine behavior, this is wild lupine behavior: the pups are wolves. Not only that, they’re dire wolves...

 

 

Or something very like it. The question is, what's next, what else will be brought back from the dead by some miracle of modern science? Who knows, perhaps ACoC, the Anglican Church of Canada, will once again walk the earth.

Cheers,

LSP

What A Good Sunday

Are Sundays ever bad? Well they can be when you go to a church and get ambushed by wymxn priest figures, assorted space junk like hideous modern attack language, nefarious congregants and new rite nonsense. Not edifying, not at all, but there was none of that here today. No, just the Word of God proclaimed and the Sacrament of the Altar administered. 

mas gusto

Not once, not twice but three times, the last celebration of the sacrifice being a Spanish speaking Mass to which people travelled from the Metrosprawl to support Mission #1. Fr. S celebrated the sacred mysteries, Fr. D preached mas gusto, and a goodly number assisted, after which we fell back to the church hall for all kinds of delicious food.

what a delicious, good-hearted feast

What can I say. The church was full, the hall was full, the car park was full, and everyone was in great and congenial spirits. Was the Spirit present? Most definitely, for those with eyes and hearts to  see. What a great way to end our Sunday worship. Communion with the Lord and one another in the Blessed Sacrament and in the that fellowship which flows naturally from this. Beautiful.

I tell you, priests and pastors who fail to address this opportunity for the increase of God's kingdom should think again, at least in this part of the world. To that end I'm applying myself to Spanish, it's a resolution.

God bless,

LSP

Guns & Books

Guess what punters, it's cold and raining here in the wilds of North Central Texas. Not unlike an English Spring, when you think of it, or a Welsh summer. That in mind, I finally got 'round to cleaning up the Compound and reorganizing its upstairs rooms. 

Part of this sizable project involved adding books to the gun room, turning it into a handy theology library as well as a place to put the few firearms which weren't lost in a tragic boating accident. You see, there were all these theology books, good ones too, lying about in a guest room, doing nothing. Useless. So move all those books to a place of action, let them be with the guns.

typical books

Net result you can now sit down and read Etienne Gilson, Berdyaev, Jacques Maritain, Aquinas, Farrer, Mascall and all the rest Then take a break, clean a gun, drop a trigger group into an AR, or whatever, and after you've washed your hands read something edifying. Maybe Belloc's Europe and the Faith, your call, there's no shortage of books.

gunnery

Who knows, maybe it'd make sense to put a screen in between the bookshelves so theological gunmen can watch videos off the internet, a third potential activity in just one room. In other exciting news, I have to sort out the guest rooms. 

random Basil Hume

Not that they're a mess, but they need organizing, for example, where to put an absurdly large science fiction collection? Good question. Likewise, would one room benefit from an antique desk/drawers/bookshelf sitting idle in Dallas? 

Perhaps, we'll see. In the meanwhile it's all going on in the cold, wet Texan steppe.

Ex Libris,

LSP

Take Note

 

By some miracle they lived. Far out.

June Carter? We applaud you.

Cheers,

LSP

Women Bishops Are So Very Awesome

 

Where would we be without the sheer beauty of wymxn bishop figures? Just imagine, if you can, an Anglican world without them, in which no one, I repeat no one, would take us seriously. Uh huh, that was one of the, ahem, debating points in favor of the wymxn legislation in the Church of England's Synod and beyond. Think about it, if you don't have women bishops everyone will think you're some kind of joke. God, let the reader understand, most definitely has a sense of humor.

Others are far more serious. An ordained priesthood and episcopate which doesn't include women is exclusionary, bigoted and misogynist; in other words it's evil. So much, dear readers, for the ordained ministry from the age of the Apostles until 1976 in the US. Deficiently evil up until then, pure and whole ever after. Excuse me, the Apostles, who knew Christ, got it wrong? Apparently so, and grievously so. You see where that's going, punters, Christ Himself got it wrong, which hardly makes Him divine. Do the math, I dare you.

Ugly

Again, some proponents of  wymxn clergypersynnes wax biblical in their defense. Ordaining them, they claim, is a "scriptural imperative." Then they quote St. Paul, telling you with solemn evangelical conviction that there's no "male or female" in Christ. They might even throw in that bit about a net in which clean and unclean animals are gathered up, implying that even Gentiles are allowed into the Kingdom of Heaven. If them, so too wymxn priests and pontiffs. "Prayer," they tell you in all sanctimonious, ill-fitting suit condescension has "guided this scriptural discovery of unfolding truth."

Far out. So St. Paul, who famously forbade wymxn from teaching in church, a presbyteral role, didn't understand his own epistles? Really? And ordaining wymxn is scripturally led? Surely you mean Marxist/Boshevik/19thC radical led. Where, you ask our evangelical friend, did the ordination of women come from, the Bible or Sangerite Feminism. He'll splutter and change the subject.

Buffoon

And on and on. Long story short, what we're dealing with here is people pretending to be something they don't even believe in anyway. Call them dupes, best instance, of cultural Marxism, and wonder askance as the denominations and institutions which that movement's parasitically subverted collapse into hollowed out shells of their former selves.

Well that's miserable, you say, and it is, but take heart. When the wrecking's over the true will stand, as we do today. God will not be mocked.

Reconquista,

LSP

A Train Robbery

 

He wasn't a border psycho, not at all. LeVon Helm was, of course, a drummer.

Cheers,

LSP

Are You Mad?

 

Oh my, here's the video:

See you at the Blind Beggar, alright?

Your Best Pal,

LSP

Chicken

 

There's chicken, as in we're going to tariff all you asset stripping Quislings and your globalist offshore cronies, so bring it on if you dare, and then there's chicken, as in the meat. In full sympathy with the former, I cheerfully set about the inward spirit of the thing with the latter, buying a 4 Pack of skin on, bone in thighs.

Unlike steak, at least for now, these tasty little beasts are still affordable, coming in at a mere 6 bucks a pack, and they're made in America, which is what it's all about. So look down upon those thighs with glowing favor like the patriot you are, and get to work.

 

Step One: Fire up the grill, I use a whole funnel of charcoal. Step Two: Wash the chicken in case RFK Jnr hasn't caught all the chemicals, and pat 'em dry with paper towel. Step Three: Brush the chicks with olive oil and apply salt and pepper to both sides. You may or may not trim excess skin. I don't, surely that extra, crispy chicken skin adds to the net result. Step Four: Place thighs in fridge and empty the funnel into one half of the grill kettle, you're going for indirect heat, obviously. Well done, you've got this far.

Maybe you take a breather at this point, but don't wander off task, you want those coals hot. That in mind, oil up the grill grate, place over heat and cover the thing with its lid. Idea being to heat up grate and kettle like an oven, those thighs should sizzle when they hit the grate. That's Step Five, Step Six is simple. Put the thighs on the grate near to but not over the coals, then cover for around 30 or 40 minutes. Let the heat do its thing while you listen to the good old Grateful Dead, Lully, Glinka, Waylon, Cash, Blue Oyster Cult and all of that. A pleasant interlude.

Then boom, time to take the lid off that grill and behold succulent thighs, juices running clear. Result, near perfection. Is there a next step, beyond eating the tasty little beasts? Some say there is and I've been following their advice, it's this. Brush the chicken with your BBQ sauce of choice, I'm using Stubbs, you probably make your own, turn meat to heat, brush other side, cover for a few minutes and repeat. The sauce will caramelize and char; be careful though, you don't want to burn the thighs, unless you like that. Some do, no rule.

Mission accomplished, serve that chicken up and fall upon your scoff.

Like a warrior,

LSP

Dallas

 

Sometimes, please don't laugh, the drive to Dallas down I35 isn't so bad and that's the way it was yesterday. No wrecks, no bumper to bumper craziness at 90 mph, no construction either, just a clear highway into the Metrosprawl and Ma LSP's place.

So that was good, and we had fun on the back deck discussing the iniquities of the Left, the craven turpitude of our beloved establishment GOP and the base malfeasance of the Uniparty. Today? Morning Prayer followed by excursion to Oak Lawn and Yong's tailor. Let's see if Mr Yong can work his magic on an old pair of trousers and a suit coat.

Then back to Dallas HQ for some yardwork and a delicious steak, tasty as you like. Tomorrow it's back to the Compound and the sylvan boulevards of Olde Texas. Who knows, maybe a shoot's in order, it's been awhile.

Cheers,

LSP