Advent Begins

 

Behold the start of a new liturgical year, the first Sunday of Advent, as we prepare to celebrate the coming of salvation into the world at Christmas. With this, our minds are drawn to the second Advent when Christ will return to judge the quick and the dead and the world by fire on the great and terrible Day of the Lord. It will come upon us like a thief in the night, like the deluge in the days of Noah. So watch, be vigilant, prepared. 

To that end, cast off the works of darkness and put on the armor of light, it's a matter of urgency. But that's enough LSP, here's Farrer for real wisdom:

OUR journey sets out from God in our creation, and returns to God at the final judgement. As the bird rises from the earth to fly, and must some time return to the earth from which it rose; so God sends us forth to fly, and we must fall back into the hands of God at last. But God does not wait for the failure of our and the expiry of our days to drop us back into his lap. He goes himself to meet us and everywhere confronts us. Where is the countenance which we must finally look in the eyes, and not be able to turn away our head? It smiles up at Mary from the cradle, it calls Peter from the nets, it looks on him with grief when he has denied his master. Our judge meets us at every step of our way, with forgiveness on his lips and succour in his hands. He offers us these things while there is yet time. Every day opportunity shortens, our scope for learning our Redeemer’s love is narrowed by twenty-four hours, and we come nearer to the end of our journey, when we shall fall into the hands of the living God, and touch the heart of the devouring fire.

 

Touch the heart of the devouring fire.

God bless you all,

LSP

Black Friday

 

You know what it's like, the day after Thanksgiving, so what do you do? Head to the stores in search of great deals, or something like that. You probably headed off to Macy's, Harvey Nic's and Tiffany's to find a great bargain. Me? Brookshires and Walmart to find cut price rib roasts. You see, what happens is this. After Thanksgiving these place discount all their leftover roasts and you can snap 'em up cheap. Good call, right?

No, epic fail. All the affordable roasts were missing, someone must have looted them, so I contented myself with Walmart's own brand "Sliced Swiss," it's not bad, stupidly cheap white wine, also not bad, and what claimed to be free range eggs, along with some 90 cent candles.

Black Friday foray over, I fell back to the Compound to contemplate the mission. Yes, a success, but what if I'd bought beef? Failure and bankruptcy, and here's the thing. 47 keeps telling us the economy's booming, how very awesome and I'm sure it is. But why, then, is the cost of groceries up, and up, and up? Like beef, which has what, tripled in price? And everything else.

It's as though there's a financial gap between White House pronouncements and life as we live. To put it simply, we're not getting any more money and everything costs more. I put this to Ma LSP and she replied, ever sharp, "You do understand the people saying these things don't actually buy groceries." Well yes, there is that. 

Who knows, perhaps tariffs, abolishing income tax and deporting millions of third world welfare savages will provide relief. Regardless, maybe next week's a better time to check for discounts.

Vaguely on topic, can any of you recommend an air pistol for backyard plinking/pest control? Serious question.

Your Pal,

LSP

Free The Slaves

 

Check it out, here's a video:

Reports are coming in from all over the province.

Cattle are restless. Trucks are rumbling.
The Legislature lights flickered.

The Most Albertan Man in the World has returned. pic.twitter.com/Ft0RtJRAY2

— Rise Of Alberta (@RiseOfAlberta) November 26, 2025

And hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. All about medium rare roast beef here, delicious.

Cheers,

LSP 

Happy Thanksgiving

 

There's a standing rib in the oven, Yorkshire pudding batter's in the fridge, potatoes are getting ready to roast and it's all go, I tell you. So, see you on the other side. In the meanwhile, here's a short prayer:

Almighty and gracious Father, we give thee thanks for the fruits of the earth in their season and for the labors of those who harvest them. Make us, we pray, faithful stewards of thy great bounty, for the provision of our necessities and the relief of all who are in need, to the glory of thy Name; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Ghost, one God, now and forever. Amen.

 

God bless,

LSP

Quality Control

 

No more transing kids.

No more open borders.

No more grift.

No more Moslem savages.

No more commies.

No more Fed.

No more IRS.

No more Rainbow Moloch.

No, no more of that, and what will it take? Let's see, please, at least one arrest. Just one would be good. We're waiting.

See you in Clubland,

LSP

Time To Go

 

Let's see it,

LSP

Oh Dear

 

You know what it's like. You're feeling at a bit of a loose end because it's Friday night in Lincoln, so whaddya do? Drive over to the Bishop of Lincoln's place to hang out with your prelatical pal and get into a glass or twenty of the right stuff. Then what? That's easy.

Drive the bishop's Kia, ahem, Sportage down the road to your sad little vicarage and crash it, mas gusto, into a Brit film star's boyfriend's Skoda, writing the nasty Sportage and the wretched Skoda off at one fell swoop. And, by the way, you've somehow managed to lose your shoes in the process. Huh.

Oops

Some kind of joke? No, just another true story from the venerable if shrinking Church of England. It seems Rev Hughes Carew, onetime Church House apparatchik decided to get it on for his birthday. Fair play, let the bells ring out, as they apparently did from a nearby church. And then?

Haul over to your pal's palace, Bishop Stephen Conway. It's Friday night, it's your birthday, live it up, get it on, lose your shoes, climb into the bishop's car, drive it half a mile down the road, hey, it's close, and smash into a celebrity associated Skoda. Boom.

St. Hugh of Lincoln

Rev. Carew was evidently educated at the appallingly establishment Westcott House in Cambridge, the Venerabile in Rome, curiously, and seems to have majored in yoga and church bureaucracy. He's now facing a driving ban and disbarment from the priesthood. 

The Bishop of Lincoln, Hughes' drinking buddy, remains very largely in place, and claims Rev Hughes took his nifty if unpleasant Kia Sportage without permission. What can we say?

1. Judge not lest ye be judged. Yes, there is that. 2. Don't drink and drive. It's potentially deadly. 3. Don't hang with the Bishop of Lincoln. If you do, keep your shoes on. 4. Don't be a dam mountebank and give ammo to the enemy. We're assuming, dangerously, that Hughes+ and +Lincoln aren't actually on the enemy's side. And on. So.

I, for one, hope that Hughes recovers from what has to be a terrible hangover and that the Bishop of Lincoln learns his lesson too. As in, get a driver. It's simple. Man in hat in Daimler drives ridiculously shoeless cleric back to his unpleasant little house. No. Harm. Done. Or of course you can always get an Uber.

St. Hugh of Lincoln, pray for us, it's clearly needed.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

What Excellent Posters!

 

Popular British comedian Ricky Gervais is at it again, promoting his vodka brand with a series of street art billboards on London public transport, mocking the capital city's rampant crime.

Over 16,000 knife crime incidents in London were reported to the police in 2024/25 and, according to the Daily Express, some 80,000 phones were stolen in 2024 alone.

According to the UK's 2021 census, there were 1,318,755 Moslems living in the greater London area, or around 15% of the population. The Mayor of London, Sadiq Khan, is a Moslem. What could possibly go wrong.

Well done, Mr. Gervais, keep 'em coming,

LSP

Christ is King

 

The Alpha and Omega, beginning and end in whom all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell. Absolute Sovereign over all, visible and invisible. But how, we ask ourselves with Benedict XVI, does our King exercise His power? With glittering regiments of cavalry and legions of angels?

No, on the Cross, in an act of total, perfect sacrificial love. How Satan must have laughed; God's Chosen, the Holy One of Israel, the Messianic King dying as a tortured criminal, nailed to a cross. Hear the demonic laughter, hear, too, Satan's shriek as our Lord rises victorious from the dead, bodily. Yes, His throne is the Cross, His triumph the empty tomb.

God give us grace, as loyal subjects, to follow Him. Yes, to the cross and from there to risen life, free of the power of death and Hell. In the mild words of our governing Collect:

Almighty and everlasting God, whose will it is to restore all things in thy well-beloved Son, the King of kings and Lord of lords: Mercifully grant that the peoples of the earth, divided and enslaved by sin, may be freed and brought together under his most gracious rule; who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end. Amen.

 

Be careful out there and God Bless,

LSP

What Did Romans Look Like?

 

We all want to know what the Romans looked like, and all we've got are these marble statues. Augustus, Nero, Claudius, Septimus Severus, Caracalla, Marcus Aurelius, Constantine himself and on. Result, these give us a picture, and mostly we think a lifelike one, of imperium, but what did these rulers of the world, and perhaps more importantly their subjects actually look like?  Thanks to a ring found near Rome in 2000 AD we have a glimpse.

The ring's remarkable for its holographic properties, displaying the face, perhaps, of Titus Carvilius Gemello, buried in the same tomb as his noble mother, Aebutia Quarta. Whether the image on the ring is Aebutia's son or not, it was found on her finger when the tomb was reexamined at the turn of the Millennium.

I call Aebutia, not Titus

Specific identity aside, this remarkable ring shows us what at least one Roman looked like, whether it's the image of Titus, his Mother or someone else. The image is heroic, I think, as well as haunting. Sic transit and the days of man are but as grass.

DFTR,

LSP

PS. Dear readers, did you know the Romans could do holograms? Huh, now we know.

Ice Age Catastrophe

 

Climate boffins at the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the University of California, San Diego, believe that Global Warming is about to usher in a new Ice Age because melting glacial ice will cause ocean currents like the Gulf Stream, which carry warm water to the Northern Hemisphere, to stagnate. 

This, say the experts, will cause a massive, catastrophic drop in temperature, especially on the US East Coast, as well as the UK and Europe, where weather conditions will soon resemble Arctic Canada with temperatures dropping by as much as 60 degrees Fahrenheit.

Oops, there goes New York. What a horrible tragedy.

What a disaster. It'll be far, far colder in the very near future, especially if you live in places like Martha's Vineyard, London, Dublin, Brussels or Calais, where once green and verdant pastures will resemble the frozen, wind blown steppes of Canada. 

Consider the irony of the Green Zone suffering the very fate it worked so hard to produce, deindustrialization. How, dear friends, will they pay for their immigrant votes when their factories are frozen blocks of ice? With cheap imports from Russia? Hardly. The US? Of course, we'll gladly heat the homes of our vassals, at a price.

That aged well

In the meanwhile, Russia continues to advance in the hideous Ukrainian proxy war, peace talks are vaguely in the air; the UK has the highest electricity costs of any developed nation, and 47's suggested Germany shoulder the burden of NATO defense. Is this latter some kind of off-ramp for US disengagement from European defense? 

Perhaps, why should we spend literal fortunes on defending countries which loathe, hate and despise us. Because Russia will take them over, ban transing kids and levy a flat tax, instead of rainbow hued wealth redistribution?

What an unpleasant unit patch

Maybe so, but it's all hypothetical because the EU didn't pay enough tax to prevent it turning into a frozen block of ice. Neither did Martha's Vineyard. Oh well. Parting shot. Is Alexandr Dugin a new Berdyaev or something else? 

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Musical Interlude

 

Do you like Cole Porter? Maybe you'll enjoy this tribute or, if you're more mechanically minded, the good old Ground Hogs:

Heh, what can I say, bikers... moar later.

Cheers,

LSP

Short Sunday Sermon - Apocalypse

 

If you follow the new-fangled three year lectionary you will have heard Luke's "Little Apocalypse," in which Our Lord prophecies the end times, the great and terrible day of the Lord. When that comes, as it will, the wicked will be eradicated "root and branch" and burned away like stubble in an oven (Malachi). So yes, the righteous will be vindicated mightily even as the wicked apparently prosper. Are we there yet?

No, we're not. For sure, certain signs have been fulfilled, Elijah's returned in the form of John the Baptist, the Church around the world is persecuted as never before an the unrighteous, per Malachi, prosper and escape justice, for now. In fact, they appear to wax ever stronger and that's as it should be. As we approach the definitive battle between good and evil, between God and Satan, each respective side will become more clearly defined. We see that now, if you have eyes to see.

The question is, which side are you on? On the side of truth, beauty, goodness and light, on the side of God, obviously. Accordingly, as the Apostle tells the Thessalonians, don't be idle but get to work, we must apply ourselves to the opus dei, the work of God. Christ narrows the focus, "By your endurance you will save your lives."

Endurance. Never, ever give up. Not on the Faith, the Gospel of life, Not in prayer. Not in the active pursuit of holiness and in that daily endeavor to deny ourselves, take up our cross and follow Christ. Is this hard? Of course, and no one ever said it'd be easy. Does it involve hardship? It should, endurance and duress are cognate. Does it have a reward? Assuredly yes, eternal life.

That's our goal. Run accordingly, and do not be dismayed at the present ascendance of the apostate and heathen, they will meet their reward. Here endeth the lesson.

God Bless,

LSP

Tranquil

 

Yesterday evening before Vespers, aka Evening Prayer (1928 BCP, thank you very much) was tranquil. Flags flew, dog slept with vigilance, pumpkins waited for their turn at the range and all was well. Quite unlike, when you think on it, the furor at Broadcasting House where the once venerable and now despised and scorned BBC is busy spewing lies. Hey, sic transit, let's see Senor take that gang of rich leftist, cough, journalists down. 

Imagine having to pay, if you live in the UK, for a, please don't throw up in your mouth, news service which really hates you, a lot. But what am I saying? We were paying for it too, remember USAID?

That Pink/Red Dem cash cow's gone now, thank God. Maybe this latest episode of egregious tax payer funded malfeasance will bring down the once vaunted BBC, and in doing so play a part in freeing the beleaguered people of the Sceptered Isle.

Yes please, I'm at peace with that.

Your Pal,

LSP

For What It's Worth - A Brief Musical Interlude & The BBC

 

I say my man, are you a real cowboy?

Neil was never attractive

In obviously related news, the faked up, loathed, despised, smug, condescending, deceitful, taxpayer funded nest of Lefty Luvvies known as the BBC is looking down the barrel of a 1BN$ lawsuit.

Yes, that paragon of impartial, ahem, news was caught altering video evidence to make El Senor look bad in not one but two, yes, two  mockumentaries. Because, you know, they're so totally unbiased. Two prominent BBC luvvies have resigned in shameful disgrace, and the state agitprop media organ's issued some kind of apology not apology. 

Will that be enough to persuade 47 to walk away and leave the rich Pink/Red grifters at Broadcasting House alone, or will he hold this crew of Britannic limo libs to account and sue them into oblivion. Your call.

Situation Developing,

LSP

Patton

 

Did General Patton actually say, in 1945, as Military Governor of Bavaria, "Gentlemen, I have come this morning to the inexcusable conclusion that we have fought on the wrong side. This entire war we should have fought with the fascists against the communists and not the other way around. I fear that perhaps in fifty years America will pay a dear price and become a land of corruption and degenerate morals."

The Internet, our modern Delphi, mostly tells us that he didn't, that the quote's a neo-Nazi invention fabricated to enthuse low-info patriots with anti-commie fervor. Yes, please; it then goes on to say that the quote's maybe not verbatim but that Patton probably said something like that given his deep, visceral abhorrence of Communism. Tick.

Perhaps Patton missed the point? Zu Befehl!

To be fair, it doesn't take a huge leap of the imagination to picture Patton chafing under the burden of being allied with Stalin's Soviet Mega Army. The same held true for Evelyn Waugh, when you think about it, read the Sword of Honour trilogy, and doubtless others. Still, regardless of veracity, is "in fifty years America will pay a dear price and become a land of corruption and degenerate morals" actually wrong? Check out the nearest drag queen story hour as you arrest someone for praying outside an abortion kill clinic and find out.

Patton, born 1885, strikes me as a late Victorian, an old school patriot not unlike Churchill, rising up anomalously into the modern age of jets, atom bombs and nihilist Communist degeneracy. For what it's worth, I'm glad we defeated the satanist NSDAP. Too bad the murderous Bolsheviks weren't. Patton died in a car crash in December 1945, Hillary Clinton was not alive at that time.

Rest in Peace, General,

LSP

Veterans Day 2025

 

We were going to go for a shoot but blasting off into a sunny wind tunnel didn't seem so fun so, instead, it was all about burgers and hotdogs on the grill with some delicious macaroni cheese by way of a side. A young sergeant fell upon his scoff like a warrior, which is entirely apt. He tells me there's some kind of forward observer training in the near future, I'll keep you posted.

He also says that the latest intakes of recruits into his Company have been outstanding, a vast improvement over previous years. Clearly something's changed, for the better. This encouraging trend in mind, here's a prayer:

O King and Judge of the nations: We remember before thee with grateful hearts the members of our armed forces, who in the day of decision ventured much for the liberties we now enjoy; grant that we may not rest until all the people of this land share the benefits of true freedom and gladly accept its disciplines; through Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, one God world without end. Amen.

 

Lest we forget,

LSP

Is This How It Ends?

 

We can but hope.

Of course this is totally hypothetical in the US. In related news, El Senor's threatening to sue the UK's pugnacious, deceitful, smug, condescending, agitprop, statist, rainbow dupe shill BBC, for over a billion bucks. Yes please.

Arduus Solem,

LSP

Stormy!

 

Stormy! What went wrong?

Dam! What Went Wrong!

Good question.  Perhaps you shouldn't have trusted Michael Avenatti and gone against El Senor. But you did, and now you have to pay the price. 

Cheers,

LSP

Yet More Fish

 

Thanks to the Government shutdown I was able to get out and fish (What? Ed.) on the mighty Brazos. Well, Lake Whitney's dam spillway, where there's a handy fishing pier. It was deserted and I gazed down into the murky depths of the pool, the hot blue Texan November sky overhead and the Brazos stretching south beneath me. Quite a sight, but were there any fish?

Not many, they seemed pretty much shut down, perhaps all those government subsidies had dried up and they were busy not working from home. Still, I spotted a few predatory Gar gliding beneath the surface like Poseidon armed Russkie subs off the coast of England without a navy and chanced a few casts at them with frozen shad.

Don't Scorn The Gar

Gar typically love frozen shad here. They look at it, snatch it, hold it in their beak, then swim with it, pause for reflection, and then run downstream, delicious frozen shad in beak. Let the fish get a hundred or so yards out and try and set the hook. 

If you you do, if you manage to get that far and it's not easy, you're in for a lot of fun. Bam, leaping, thrashing, diving big fish action as you attempt to bring this Jurassic monster up to the pier. Like poor man's sea fishing, I always think.

Would that happen today? No, the Gar weren't after my tasty, shiny frozen shad, they wanted the swarms of bugs flying over and swimming in the water. Still, I had a brief run, fun, but didn't close the deal, next time. So, leaving my Gar rod stationary, I cast off with a Mark Carney worm in search of anything else. Lo and behold, a turbulence, a thrashing on the water and down went the light rod, fight on.  And up came a decent Bass, great result, see top photo.

On Patrol

Word to the wise. Take full advantage of the Government shutdown to get out and fish, as in exercise your freedom to do so now that you're freed from the jackboot tyranny of our DC Overlords. If only, eh? As it is, we have the rainbow wing of the Uniparty holding its opposite number to ransom, at the expense of the people. 

At what point will this idiocy end? Perhaps, dear friends, when the money runs out and we've had enough. Is that point fast approaching? Perhaps, in the meanwhile, we fish on.

Tight Lines,

LSP

Just A Fish

 

Fishing was slow today. There we were, on the banks of Lake Whitney in the afternoon sun of a November Texan afternoon. Cast, retrieve, behold the beauty of lake, sky and majestic cranes sweeping across the water, but definitely not tight lines. Huh.

Then down went the rod to the left of me. Whoa, action! Something's on and lo and behold, the fun of a light rod. Up came a Black Drum who went back to fight again another day. Great result, unlike, say, today's election result in NYC.

Then, as the sun was beginning to set and the hour for catching had almost arrived, we climbed back in the rig to head for the Compound and the Super Moon. A good day had by all.

Fish On,

LSP

Light Brigade

 

We had to memorize this as kids, and I tell you, dear readers, education don't come cheap. "All in the valley of death rode the six hundred," and that's exactly what they did. What men, cavalrymen, like no kidding:

I

Half a league, half a league,

Half a league onward,

All in the valley of Death

   Rode the six hundred.

“Forward, the Light Brigade!

Charge for the guns!” he said.

Into the valley of Death

   Rode the six hundred.

II

“Forward, the Light Brigade!”

Was there a man dismayed?

Not though the soldier knew

   Someone had blundered.

   Theirs not to make reply,

   Theirs not to reason why,

   Theirs but to do and die.

   Into the valley of Death

   Rode the six hundred.

III

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon in front of them

   Volleyed and thundered;

Stormed at with shot and shell,

Boldly they rode and well,

Into the jaws of Death,

Into the mouth of hell

   Rode the six hundred.

IV

Flashed all their sabres bare,

Flashed as they turned in air

Sabring the gunners there,

Charging an army, while

   All the world wondered.

Plunged in the battery-smoke

Right through the line they broke;

Cossack and Russian

Reeled from the sabre stroke

   Shattered and sundered.

Then they rode back, but not

   Not the six hundred.

V

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon behind them

   Volleyed and thundered;

Stormed at with shot and shell,

While horse and hero fell.

They that had fought so well

Came through the jaws of Death,

Back from the mouth of hell,

All that was left of them,

   Left of six hundred.

VI

When can their glory fade?

O the wild charge they made!

   All the world wondered.

Honour the charge they made!

Honour the Light Brigade,

   Noble six hundred!

Noble six hundred! Dam straight. The UK doesn't have any cavalry units anymore because they sold all their regiments to buy votes for Moslems. What does this mean? They'll have to reform.

Your Pal,

LSP

Listen Up Heathen

 

Today, punters, is the Feast of All Souls, yesterday was the Feast of All Saints and, rather than listen to my rambling, Austin Farrer writes with magisterial wisdom:

THIS sacrament is not a special part of our religion, it is just our religion, sacramentally enacted. It is whatever Christ is, and Christ is everything to Christian men. In particular, he is the supreme bond between us. Everyone of you communicating is bound to his neighbour by this, that the Christ who lives in one, lives in the other. You care for your fellow Christian as you would care for Christ, and that in you which does the caring is also Christ. Christ in each cares for Christ in all when we communicate together. The same bond unites us with the saints in paradise, who make up by far the greater part of Christ’s people, and with our departed friends who may not yet be in paradise, but for whom we care, and for whom we pray. (Crown of the Year, worth every penny)

 

Imagine, if you can, the supreme gift which God makes of Himself in the Sacrament of the Altar. There He is and there we are, utterly unworthy, and yet He would make His home in us.  “Zacchaeus, come down quickly, for today I must stay at your house.” Welcome Him joyfully with a truly repentant heart and be lifted up to glory. "Today," says Christ, "salvation has come to this house."

No small thing, eh? And may the souls of the faithful departed rest in peace.

Crux Sacra Sit Mihi Lux,

LSP

Is This Country Lost?

 

I present you, dear readers, Canada's Chief of the Defence Staff, Gen. Jennie Carignan: Check zhir out, I dare you:

Punters, do you think Canada's lost? Or are they, like Great Britain itself, simply gambling that they'll never ever, ever have to fight another war again? Now look here, I'm not a betting man, never have been, but I'll lay a solid Guinea on the fighting monkey that Jennie's on the wrong side. Devil take the hindmost and twice as fast, what?

Money on the monkey,

LSP