Do you remember the way it used to be, when someone you didn't like got elected into office? Sure, it wasn't easy but you got on with it and made the best of a bad day. Now? Not so much, you freak out, swallow your tongue, pull out your hair, break out in hives and torch the nearest convenient Tesla. Look, here's a video:
"On a Greyhound bus." I caught one in 1999, from Detroit to Dallas. Got off in Nashville and a passenger looked me up and down, "RagTag bobtail!" She had a point, I was wearing an RAF greatcoat, I think it was winter. The rest is history.
Your Pal,
LSP
So James Comey, former head of the FBI, was walking along a beach in somewhere inconsequential like Delaware and saw all these sea shells lined up spelling 86 47. The ex-Stasi supremo posted this kill message on Insta, of all places.
Leaving aside Comey's curious addiction to Instagram, what was he thinking? That it was somehow OK to broadcast an 86 POTUS message to all the world, on the internet? Apparently so. I call hubris and fondly imagine Kash and Bondi bringing this loathsome Deep State, Illuminati shill to justice. Don't hold your breath.
In other news, Leftists are enraged, shrieking, swallowing their tongues and breaking out in hives at the advent of white South Africans being granted refugee status in this country. You'll note The Episcopal Church (TEC) is especially upset about this. Go figure. But what can I say?
Some of you may have noticed New York's brave and beautiful bronze state of a hefty black woman. Kamala's field working cousin? Others have wondered if the attractive statue lacks representative realism. Perhaps this statue would be more appropriate?
You be the judge, and thanks, Dr. Swankenstein, for the heads up.
Your Old Pal,
LSP
I ran this by a music pal who knows his stuff. He replied, "These kids can do everything," yeah they can. With apologies to everyone.
Cheers,
LSP
You know what it's like. You worse case scenarios in order to be prepared for when all falls crashingly down, and are happily surprised when it doesn't. The latter applied today. I'll spare you the detail but here's a helpful video:
Just living the dream,
LSP
So there you have it. Canons are roaring, push a pike, wager a Guinea on the dam monkey and twice as fast. Stirring stuff, so sign yourself on the nearest glass with a diamond, but as you write your diamond-traced haiku you may have noticed something.
The Roundhead/Cavalier melee was led by... enthusiastic gentlemen for sure, on both sides, some of them even had great campaigning experience. See Rupert of the Rhine, all hail. But note, the main body of men were led by Pros, we'd call 'em contractors today.
No job for old men, eh? But do feel free to disagree. In other news, there was an ordination to the priesthood at Mission #1 today, a beautiful and blessed event. More of that anon.
Your Friend,
LSP
England celebrated VE Day today with a military parade in London. Well done, up the Mall they went. Can you imagine the 1945 thing of it? I can, Churchill's voice sounding, parade resounding and with it the end of an era. The mighty British Empire had fought off the rapacious Prussian Hun and won, good work, but who really won the fight? The US and Russia, leaving the UK beggared and in debt.
Some two years later the British withdrew from India, only to become, in Churchill's words, "a second rate power." Is that what the UK is now, a second or third rate power in the clutches of globalist, asset-stripping Satanists, beyond the hope of return?
Let's put it another way. Can the UK break free of its corrupt Uniparty interest and become great again? Local elections say they can and, in the meanwhile, the Household Division exists. More power to it. And if America leads the way, so be it.
Regardless, imagine the scene as the news came in, Victory in Europe. Just a heckuvva thing. I remember asking a landlady in Cheltenham, of all places, what the war had been like, "You can't imagine, we were so glad when it was over." To that point:
Your Friend,
LSP
Please just bring me some kale chips.
47's bold actions to deport violent illegal alien criminals has been repeatedly blocked by partisan Democrat judges who want violent illegal alien criminals to remain in our country. Problem. Solution? Reopen Alcatraz. Laura Loomer reports:
President Trump just called for the notorious Alcatraz prison to be restored and reopened.
He wants it to be reopened to house the most dangerous criminals in our country so that they literally cannot return to polite society to harm anyone ever again unless they swim through the shark infested waters outside of Alcatraz prison.
Rumor has it that prisoners who tried to escape from Alcatraz either drowned or were eaten by sharks.
Good call, but is this iconic prison large enough?
You be the judge,
LSP
PS. Do you remember when Red Indians took over Alcatraz? I do, just.
Yesterday's Haiku Challenge met with spirited participation and good results, seeing a number of excellent offerings in this perennially popular verse form. Ed's submission was most terse, a simple, unadorned emoji:
They didn't, Laus Deo, and the motor pool remained oddly intact, not a dent. Tomato vines? Different story. Those young plants, put in the earth from seed a couple of weeks ago were shredded by the hail. I went outside to inspect the damage after the storm had passed. What a slaughterhouse, let's see if those vines recover and bear fruit.
In related news, the UK's Uniparty, Labour and Conservative, was given a right shredding at the ballot box today with 677 seats out of about of 1,600 going to Reform in local elections. No wonder, the punters are upset, the peasants are revolting, they don't want to be run by a gang of managerial class, open borders, rainbow corporate traitors who hate the people they govern.
You don't vote for us, so we'll just replace you, serfs, with people who will. And if labor costs sink and rents rise, so much the better for us. What banditry and what an unholy alliance of so-called Left and Right. Regardless, you can read all about it here, on UnHerd. Thanks for the link, UK pal.
So let's see where this goes. Will the tomato vines come back, will Great Britain regain her sovereignty and glory from the hands of its lying, pugnacious, hypocritical, not-fit-for-purpose, self-aggrandizing, smug, mendacious, condescending gaily hued ruling traitors?
Time, dear friends, will tell. Of course we're no stranger to this phenom in the US.
Best,
LSP
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Yesterday's storm front has passed, and someone must have deep pockets to pay the Climate Cash. You'll note, as an aside, that LL is accepting precious metal, no checks obviously, to act as an intermediary with Baal and avert the Climate Crisis. Problem? Solution. That in mind, the early evening of this May Day glows with a golden light, not a single chemtrail to be seen.
So there you have it, workers of the world unite to defeat globalist rainbow tyrants and enjoy a pleasant Texan evening while you're at it. On point, we've been at this war for quite some time and here's a helpful infovideo to prove it. Perhaps you recall the Maypole scene in Wicker Man:
See what are we up against? Rainbow Satan, and it seems people are beginning to wise up. Notoriously antichrist Britain has seen a surge in young converts to Catholicism as has Ireland and France.
Converts from Islam are also a thing and I say again, would it not be within the Divine Logic to use those most opposed to the Faith to build the Faith. Where Anglicanism fits into this is another thing again.
Cheers,
LSP
I celebrate this triumph in the Waterloo Room of the East India Club, where French standards were thrown down before the Prince Regent; it was a private house at the time. Shall we beat them back again, these unelected bureaucrats? Dam straight.
So is Europe over? Only if we let it be.
LSP
Yesterday was beautiful and sunny, but it was just a ruse, a cunning device to deceive brought on by the Old Adversary. Today is different. Our Enemy the Climate has changed. Thunder rolls, while rain lashes down against the weathered timbers of the Compound's HQ with elemental, enraged fury. Not unlike Hillary on hearing the news of Trump's victory in 2016.
Are we deterred, thrown into wailing, weeping, tariff induced panic as we hunker down in our hardened bomb/tornado shelter? Hardly. First step: Stand on the porch like Ahab, braving the elements. Second Step: Gather the faithful for Evening Prayer at Mission #1, 1928 BCP thank you very much. Then say that important act of communal worship as thunder rolls like an artillery barrage and rain crashes down.
My soul doth magnify the Lord, regardless of climactic opposition. Speaking of which, do any of you pray the Roman Breviary? I used to and liked it, but its hideous English translations of psalms and canticles became too much to bear and I jettisoned the thing. For all I know there's a better variant out there but I haven't seen it.
Speaking of which, I remember talking with some senior Roman priests somewhere in Gloucestershire, years ago. They scorned the new liturgical texts, "All they had to do, Father, was use the language already worked out by the Church of England. But no, they wouldn't do that, thought they were clever. But they weren't, utterly useless." I loved those old boys.
Regardless, the Texan sky has turned that shade of green which may or may not presage a further storm. Does this mean we should pay the Weather moar tax, like some kind of Dane Geld? I say no, you might say yes. Your call.
No Rule,
LSP
There's no rest for the wicked and so I found myself hosting our Southern Deanery and several bishops, "Should we meet at Ya Ya's?" offered one pontif, and I countered, "No, I'll provide food and we'll meet at the Compound." What did this mean?
I laid it out, "Gentlemen, it's very complex and nuanced. Start at one end, seize a plate, napkin, mustard, mayonnaise, meat, cheese, perhaps a pickle and off you go." And off they went. You'll be intrigued to know roast beef was most popular. Ham? Not so much.
At the end of it all we vowed to continue the crusade against leftist liberal atheism, so no change there then. I tell you, what a good group of men, and I don't say that lightly. In other news, you may have noticed Canada's gone full NWO Com/Cap.
Good luck, frozen North. Smart people are moving South while they still can. It's warmer here. And cheaper. Not so many solar panels, you see.
LSP
PS. Word to the wise -- if you're prepping lunch for Texan clergy buy beef, medium rare obvs.
Do you remember SCOTUS declaring homosexual marriage a constitutional right? Sure you do, and TEC's General Convention roared in applause at the news, I know, I was there. At last, they cheered, same-sex marriage is an actual RIGHT. What does this mean, apart from degeneracy and the devolution of our judicial mind.
Let's be clear, being opposed to same-sex marriage is unconstitutional or something very like that. Well done Left, you positioned perverted sex into the same privileged status as race. Remarkable and almost unthinkable a decade or two ago. Yet here we are, and you'll note the Left and their pet judiciary haven't followed SCOTUS' decision to its absolutist conclusion. Why?
Because they're scared. As in we're gonna lock you up for being a hate bigot on account of saying no to homo marriage is a bridge too far. At least in the US, for the most part; the UK, Ireland? Maybe a different story. Whatever and imploding Net-Zero Europe aside, stand fast against Rainbow Stasi tyranny because if you don't it will gore you with its horn and beat you under its relentlessly thudding hooves.
The Compound calls open season no bag limit.
So Over The Rainbow,
LSP
En lieu of real-time thought on Doubting Thomas and today's Gospel, here's a blast from the LSP past, written for a UK mag in 2004. Bear in mind, I was ferociously young and pretty much fresh off the boat from London:
The English find America a very perplexing place; we arrive in the US expecting a kind of value-added United Kingdom, basically the same country, only far larger, richer and clothed with a different accent. At first we’re not disappointed, we can understand the customs official at the airport, decipher menus at restaurants and, as we expected, America is far larger and richer than Great Britain.
So far so good, then everything goes terribly wrong. The visitor makes the mistake of looking for the ‘Town Centre’, and disaster strikes as they discover that there isn’t one, only highways connecting various malls and suburbs to office blocks. Feeling that they’re missing something, the tourist ventures ‘Downtown’ to ‘see the sights’, but of course there isn’t a Downtown, just an ersatz facsimile calling itself the ‘Historic District.’
The fact of the matter is that America isn’t a supercharged United Kingdom but a completely different country, one that’s been deconstructed to such an extent that it has little cohesion or cultural identity, there is no centre to it just as there’s no centre to most of its towns and cities. So, our visitor returns home puzzled, unsure of the place they’ve visited, because there is no surety to America in the way the English take for granted.
The Religious Tourist
This holds true for the Anglo-Catholic tourist. They arrive here expecting a different accent on something that is essentially the same, after all, the words are familiar, ‘FiF(NA)’, ‘Liberal’, ‘Catholic’, ‘Mass’. What they find instead is a whole new landscape, there is no ‘Catholic Movement’ in North America, at least not as the English expect. In place of a movement they discover decentralized Anglo-Catholic churches similar to the ubiquitous American shopping malls; whilst Anglo-Catholicism does exist, it has no centre, no common life and the English Catholic searches in vain to discover it. Not understanding this leads to confusion.
The tourist asks, ‘Why isn’t there Alternate Episcopal Oversight in ECUSA? Why is there no ‘Catholic Group’ at the General Convention?’ Or, ‘I would have left long ago, why haven’t you all?’ For the simple reason there is no ‘you all’, there is no Movement, no overarching commonality of thought and action formed by Catholic first principles to make such things happen.
To this extent North American Anglo-Catholicism exists as a microcosm of the traditionalist movement in ECUSA. We see this in the wake of New Hampshire, who is in communion with whom and why? And if not with practising gay bishops, then why with those who support priestesses? No-one seems to know.
The AAC summed the matter up at General Convention, telling us that the bishops in opposition to Gene Robinson would have different reactions, some would walk out only to return shortly, others would walk out on a more permanent basis and others more so again, all according as the Spirit moved them.
The Spirit is clearly at work here to very different and contradictory ends. Dismayed, religious tourists make their way back to England with more than a little pessimism concerning their American cousins.
Is there a future?
As well they might. It seems to them that ECUSA traditionalists have shamelessly given themselves to ‘The National Church’; it is more to the point that they haven’t given themselves to each other. To return to Anglo-Catholicism, the reason there isn’t a potent Catholic voice in ECUSA is because Catholics haven’t worked together to build one.
Having found their city centre torn down with the ordination of women in the 1970s, the Catholic fled to the isolation of the suburbs or existed splendidly but alone in the town centre. The question is, can this trend be reversed and is it a worthwhile exercise in its own right?
It would be exciting if the answer to this were ‘no’ but the reply to the second half of the question has got to be ‘yes’. It is always worthwhile to live and bring others to the Catholic Faith. Can this still be done in ECUSA? It seems that it can.
Bishop Iker’s Mass is no less valid today than it was before Gene Robinson won his consents, and isolated but faithful priests confected the Sacrament before, during and after General Convention, they do so today. It is clearly the case that Catholicism, coterminous with Christianity itself, is still being practised within the boundaries of ECUSA.
This isn’t just worthwhile, it’s heroic. But is it the case that this is no more than a brave rearguard action, ultimately doomed to failure? It’s tempting to agree that it is. But it’s a very good thing that the Bishop of Quincy doesn’t and awkwardly persists in building up his Catholic diocese. Even so, can the pattern of fragmentation and defeat that characterizes the Catholic Movement in America be turned around? Can the trend be reversed?
Despite appearances we must believe it can because the demolition of the city centre did not take place. What has happened is that members of the Church have fallen into error and schism, but the Church herself remains the same, wounded, yet standing nonetheless.
This Church is the true centre towards which the Catholic looks and bases his life upon; she cannot be destroyed by General Conventions or Synods because she is too large for that, larger and more real than ECUSA, or even the all-pervasive secular culture of America itself.
In realizing this, it falls to the Anglo-Catholic to proclaim the Faith militantly, to assert for Anglicanism in North America her rightful heritage as part of the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church founded by Christ.
Rebuilding the Core
This is taking place, we see it in the Walsingham Festivals and the Festivals of Faith, in FIFNA, SSC and the Catholic Societies, perhaps above all in the thirst of the laity for teaching in the truths of the Faith. We see it in the reaction to Gene Robinson’s consecration, as disparate groupings of Anglicans move into greater cohesion and ultimately communion. Here we find ourselves on exciting ground as Christians of various ecclesial bodies discover their common sacramental unity and begin to put it into practice.
Where this will lead is uncertain, but one thing is sure: the Anglo-Catholic tourist from England can return home in a happier state of mind. The Town Centre was there all along, only her citizens didn’t realize it, they are starting to now as the Church begins to move again and consecrations on ice, and the neo-pagan society that surrounds us are powerless to stop it.
In this we have every reason for hope and confidence as we work to give back to the Church that which is rightfully hers, the Catholicism of which we are a part.
Kyrie Eleison, Lord have mercy, bold call Fr. LSP! You did, apparently, know everything at the grand old age of 35 (?). Ahem. But is the above youthful call to action all that wrong?
In detail, perhaps yes, it turns out that ECUSA (Rainbow TEC) wasn't a viable place to practice the Faith, apologies to several friends who are still there. But rebuilding the 'centre', you would say "center," and the core of the Faith once delivered, holding fast to that, is such a thing misguided?
No, never. Holding fast to the truth, not least revealed, is not a waste of time, ever. On the contrary, it's the truth and the future. So never surrender.
Your Buddy,
LSP
It's America's popular and glamorous First Lady's birthday today, and here at the Compound we're celebrating. Long may she reign, well into 2028. Do you remember the last iteration, Dr. Jill? Here, have a look:
And then there was the Lightbringer's, ahem, wife, "Michelle." Don't say field negro highly attractive. How fashion swooned over this beautiful example of elegant wymxnhood:
Was anyone fooled? Some were, the same people who tripled up on their vax 'n mask and called Trump a Kremlin agent. The very same people who told you to believe in The Science, all the while transing their kid. Coz biology has nothing to do with gender and if you think differently you're a literal Nazi. National Socialism aside, what d'ye think of 47's photo in the Eternal City with El Cocainsky?
As you ponder this curious issue, do spare a thought for our longsuffering and beautiful First Lady.
Your Pal,
LSP
You no sooner take a putative day off than two nuclear powers, Pakistan and India are at it, and then some. Maybe you've followed the story, which goes something like this. Pakistani Moslems went Jihad on Indian, Hindu, tourists in Kashmir. They killed quite a few, in a typical act of Moslem butchery.
India didn't like this and started bulldozing mosques, good call, take note Texas, and deporting Pakistanis. Sorry, Moslems, you've got to go. Pakistan didn't like this and has apparently closed its airspace to India. Not to be outdone, India's closed the Indus dam to Pakistan, cutting off the radical Moslem country's water. Here endeth a 1960s treaty.
Pakistan, understandably annoyed by this, has called India's Indus gambit an "act of war." In fairness, it probably is. That in mind, who would win the war? India is far larger and has an equivalently larger deployable force. Both countries have, for some reason, nuclear weapons. Result?
Right on the very brink. Move over, Ukraine, you're yesterday's money-laundering scheme, here's a new thing. Hopefully calm heads will prevail. But here's a thought, why should a single American life be lost to defend the sovereignty of either of these two countries.
You can see why we ruled them. Skinner v. Probyn, what? Guinea on the monkey India takes it, and twice as fast.
LSP
Yeah, you think they're friends, then they steal your dam boat.
Thieving frauds,
LSP
Marking time, here at the Compound. Do you remember the command? "Marking time. Mark time!" Quite the thing, stamp about like fury and there you have it. Parade square reminiscence aside, here's jolly old Procul Harum:
See you at the SAVAGE,
LSP
Yes, in Dallas of all places. Part of this R&R involves setting up a clothes line, which is braggably Old Skool, and energizing a new cordless lawnmower, which is dismayingly Nu Skool. Onerous yard chores done, I ambled over to the "pub" and ordered a "Guinness."
Guess what, the Guinness was weak and cost 8 bucks. Welcome to the New World Order, my friends. Still, it made a change, so there is that. Next step? Read some sci-fi short stories, if they're rubbish they're at least short, and then? Grill chicken thighs. 40 minutes of indirect heat seems to do the trick.
Cheers,
LSP
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