What's it all about? Good question. First order of business, get a haircut, hippie, and then? Well, everything seems a bit of a mess, to put it mildly. So here's my vastly sought after prescription:
The people who built the culture we live in, with all its values and achievements, and the ethical code we take for granted as somehow "given," isn't. No, the culture you take for granted comes from its cult, which is catholic Christianity.
No fooling. Get rid of that, which we've done, especially in Euro/Brit Rainbow Utopia, and the net result is cashing checks on our civilizational deposit without putting cash back in. Witness the abhorrent result, which is only beginning to rear its demonically hideous head. Abortion at birth anyone, and don't say Lindsay Clancy.
Is there a way out of this? I'd say the answer is clear. Return to the Faith which built our countries, land and way of life, our civilization. This is our bedrock, the foundation on which everything stands. Call it a Reconquista if you like, or a crusade, but however named it has to happen.
In the meanwhile, nooses up and down the Mall?
Your Old Pal,
LSP
Some people think the Blessed Ever Virgin Mary's a dead Roman Catholic or, even worse, a pagan idol. No, she's not, she's the Mother of God. Reflect on that. In the meanwhile, El Senor's honored the Empress of the Americas and Queen of Victories:
Can you imagine the loathsome, faked up, stilted, faux rhetorician Obama doing such a thing? Or Clinton, Bushx2, Biden and all the rest of them. No, of course you can't, it's unthinkable. Yet here we are and about time. An actual US President, perhaps the most important figurehead in the world, honoring the Virgin Mother of our Savior. Wow.
Keen-eyed observers of the perennial battle between good and evil will note that the Moslem siege of Malta was lifted on this day in 1565. Hail the Knights of Malta! Valiant knights! Brave defenders of Christendom, who drove the Sea Jihad away from their shores, and did so under the powerful protection of Our Lady, Queen of Victories. A mere 6 years later the Virgin would strike again, smashing a Jihadic fleet at Lepanto. Some of you will recall that she crushes the serpent under heel.
Do you think that the Mother of God herself, the very person who gave birth to the Savior, will abandon us, her son's faithful people? If so, think again.
Ave,
LSP
PS. By way of footnote on this intriguing post, I happen to know that a chaplain to the Knights of Malta is granted the rare privilege of being able to celebrate the Mass on the shield of a knight in the field of battle.
PPS. How would I, a lowly Texan parson, know such a thing? Well, there you have it. SMOM forever.
Have you noticed? Beto, some kind of faux Mex sandwich, Kassich, "I'll have a side of that, hold the mayo," and now Talarico. Yet another fast food cognomen. "Hey, two Betos, a Kassisch on the side and a Talerico, add salsa." Pause, "Is that all, sir?"
Horrifying, isn't it, and dear Lord, maybe the plan's all about distracting you from their mountebank level socialism; disregard that as you focus on their revolting fast food possibility. Something like that. But to what end? Beto, remember that fake Mex sammich? It failed trust fund dismally, οἴμοι, all that massive going to socialist waste! Oh well. Maybe the revolting Talarico's gonna do better.
Who knows, maybe he will, maybe an Italian deli brand in Austin or Bishop Arts Dallas cuts it, maybe so. But I doubt it, c'mon, Democrats, you gotta do better than this fake fast food rubbish if you want turn the state rainbow blue.
Always,
LSP
Looks like Germany doesn't want open border Cultural Marxism. And why would they, who wants to be ruled by a gang of nihilist, Frankfort School Commies? Heil Alice Weidel. In the meanwhile, here's a marching song:
You know, dear friends, there was a time, just a few decades ago, when I would've thought anything less than an 8' stone Altar topped by a polychrome etc Reredos would've been infra dig, unworthy of my ecclesial sensibilities. O foolish priest! But hey, I was very young and wanted all the outward and visible signs of full-blown, triumphant catholicism, albeit within the Anglican thing and albeit without much of the inward and spiritual grace of the thing. OK, I was a kid and exceptionally foolish, that was me then.
Fast forward to today, and almost 20 years serving mission churches in North Central Texas. No stone Altars, no polychrome, no beautiful polyphony, at least not yet, and there you are. But are the people believing? Yes, they are, most deliberate in their faith. Are there guitar playing nuns and liturgical dancers amongst them? No, there are not. Are there Lesbyterian Priestesses cavorting amongst us? No, that's a negative, and you know what? I feel blessed to serve these people.
That in mind, we celebrated the Mass this morning at two country missions and united ourselves with the all sufficient sacrifice of Christ. Think on that, it's no small thing. Were the altars made of stone? Were they adorned by late medieval art in all its gothic Christian glory? No, they were not. It was simple stuff, Said Mass with hymns, oriented to be sure, and celebrated in reverential order, but simple. The Old Rite, if you like, met the country, which is where we are
And guess what? The Country likes it. That in mind, you can have all manner of fancy architecture, I wish I had some, but there's no substitute for the Faith once delivered by Christ to the Apostles. You will have noticed that all those Churches which have swapped this out for the spirit of the age, the wretched zeitgeist, are dying regardless of aesthetics and cash
Good riddance to them, they're apostate clowns. Those other churches, however humble, which remain true to the Faith are not dying, and that applied to us today, right here in the bucolic haven of NC Texas.
There's a moral in this, should you care to draw it.
Keep The Faith,
LSP
Some years ago a bishop from England made it down from his guest room to downstairs Dallas HQ, it was Sunday, and asked Ma LSP and myself, "Have you two even been to Mass?" Of course we had and I forget what happened next, probably some kind of lunch. That in mind, here we are on the eve of worship, getting ready to ascend the Altar of God tomorrow, no small thing, almost unbearably brilliant if you dare think on it for a second. By way of preparation, here's this, from Austin Farrer's Crown of the Year:
ST FRANCIS DE SALES says that it is a special sign of God’s goodness that he actually commands us to love him. It is wonderful enough if he permits us to love him; a few brave spirits might avail themselves of due permission. It is still more wonderful if he invites us to love him the responsive and the generous might answer the invitation. But he commands us to love him, because he will have us all to do so. He will not be deprived of any man's love. Nor will he be deprived of any part of our love, for he commands us not merely to love him, but to love him with all our heart, soul, mind, and strength. The love of God holds out two hands to catch and take us: one is the commandment that we should love, the other is the act of his own love in the sacrifice of Jesus. He does not mean that we should escape him; see, he has taken us between his two hands.
Love, the purifying, incandescent fire of divine love, that's what we're preparing to meet in our worship tomorrow. Are we ready? Not by a long shot, but thank God that his grace precedes us and grants the increase.
Put simply -- go to Mass, ye heathen, and worship God. If you can't, make your spiritual communion. It's important, like immortal soul important.
Your Pal,
LSP
PS. Cut your hair, you wastrels. Not joking, though I like Mr Winwood.
I know, I know, it's Opening Day but the birds didn't seem to be flying and there was an invite on the phone to fish a new place, nice. You know the drill, put a couple of rods in the truck, head down the road to the country and have at it.
We found ourselves by a good sized pond, fed by a couple of small streams, and cast off in search of bass. Good call, before you could say "tight lines" they were biting in the shallows; fierce, voracious young fish and everyone was was catching, result.
After a while the bite died down and I swapped out a psychedelic green lure for worms. Lo and behold, up came several blue gill and a junior catfish, not shabby at all, and for a while it was every cast a fish. I love that, but it slowed down again and we were getting ready to call it a day when something big hit young C's blue, sparkly, rubber worm thing, fished deep. Turned out to be a serious catfish, easily the best catch of the day. Well done, young man!
So that was that, great fun. As we were driving back to my church friend's place, I learned that one of the families who settled the area back in the 1850s/60s(?) still lived on their land, which they most very sensibly hadn't sold off, ahem, word to the wise.
Wisdom aside, their original cabin is still in place, on a bluff, not so very far from where we were fishing. "Do not leave this cabin while I'm gone," said the patriarch to his wife or daughter. She did, and was scalped by Comanches, who were active in the county.
Imagine what it took to settle Texas. It was no small thing, and people from Europe and the UK, perhaps CONUS too, have this "Yee-Haw" comedy cowboy view of our state. Fair enough, cinematic PR has its place, but the reality's different. Those people were tough as nails and that's not gone; friendly with it, mind you.
Fish on,
LSP
After various chores, which included a trip to heavily tattooed Walmart, I picked up an handheld computing device and dialed LL:
"I say, Colonel, are you ready for the Burning Man muster?" He held back, non-plussed, "I don't want to hang with dirty hippies, even if they are rich." I thought about this and replied, "But you do understand we shall be charging them, as in cavalry charge, starting off at one end of the Playa and ending at another. Command leading, I trust you're part of our forward echelon?"
I needn't have asked, "Of course I'm in, but we need a dog pack to harry the hippies." A "dog pack"? What did this mean, war dogs?!? Yes, a solid 10,000 dogs, brigade strength, unleashed on rich, Bay Area rainbow hippies after drone swarms have done their worst. Picture the snarling fury.
Imagine, drones attack, dogs attack, a ferocious brigade of them, then Cav sweeps in and destroys an enemy in disarray. "Are you part of this, Horse Sarn't Major?" Affirmative. In fairness, it was an easy bet, not that I'm a betting man, go on and visit the monkey, eh?
See you all at the muster,
LSP
PS. Provide your own mounts.
The Rebel Yell struck fear into the hearts of outmaneuvered Yankees, yes, but what did it sound like? This short video from the Smithsonian offers a clue:
It sounds like a... like a... game call. You'll note, too, how much more civilized in speech and demeanor we were before progress, aka Marxism, took its toll. The same thing, absent game call, holds true for Great Britain, see Elizabeth II who spoke as she should. I won't go on, but what a video, well done those men.
On topic, a visitor turned up at one of the Missions today, with Deo Vindice emblazoned on the back of his rig. He felt warmly welcomed, you may be assured of that.
DV,
LSP
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Bonus Track!
Intriobo ad altare Dei, I will go to the altar of God. For me that means saying Mass at Mission #1, which is right next door, and Mission #2, which is some 20 minutes drive away by Lake Whitney. What a privilege that is! To consecrate the elements of bread and wine such that they become the Body and Blood of Christ, what can we say? Domine non sum dignus, Lord I am not worthy.
Powerful, and so was our Gospel text for the day, in which Christ says to Peter, "Get thee behind me Satan!" Why Satan? Because Peter was offering Christ demonic counsel, tempting him to abandon the way of the Cross and thence salvation. Of course the Devil did the same thing in the wilderness at the outset of Christ's ministry, offering him all the kingdoms of the world, only to be met with the same rebuke given to Peter.
Get thee behind me Satan! Use those words when attacked by the unclean spirit. Speaking of which, Burning Man is on and so is the Notting Hill Stabfest Carnival. I should avoid both places if I were you, though it might be fun to put together several big horse trailers and do some light cav "performance art." Perhaps it'd look something like this.
There you are, lined up in formation at one end of the hot, hot Playa, heat shimmering off the sand as hellish techno beats dully in the demonic distance. A bugle calls, sharp and clear, and it's sabers out; Command moves forward at a walk, leading, then it's all acceleration, trot, canter, gallop, sabers down, run, charge!
You can imagine the rich hippies being caught at a disadvantage. Gentlemen, on breaking through to the other side, circle 'round and seize their baggage train, what little of it's worth keeping.
So, get thee behind me Satan!
Cheers,
LSP
Hey now and take note.
Fair play to the boy, didn't he take out a pedo, a wife beater and a DUI thief? Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Cheers,
LSP
Just look at all those medals! These two Canadian Military Supremos must be incredibly brave and they'd have to be, defending a country the size of Canada with a mere 68,000(?) regular personnel in the armed forces. A bit like their mother country, Great Britain, Canada's clearly gambling on never having to fight a major war ever again.
So yes, award yourself another medal for valour, or would that be sheer rainbow fool idiocy. But maybe the whole preposterous state of the thing's moot.
You see, when Alberta leaves with its oil, what's left of Canada? An Avril Lavigne, Nellie Furtado sideshow, heavily in debt to Mark "Carney's" globalist puppeteers, with no way to pay the cash back. Of course the aptly named Carney will doubtless clean up personally, he's a bankster, but the country? Not so much.
In the meanwhile, Canadian Army units in Alberta such as the Lord Strathcona House, Calgary Highlanders, the Royal Calgary Regiment and the Southern Alberta Light Horse will be invited to join the new Alberta Defence Force (ADF), cap badges intact. All this bolstered by US forces and the erstwhile province's considerable oil sands income.
Who knows, maybe Ottawa will decide to launch a Rainbow Expeditionary Force (REF) against plucky old Alberta. Good luck with that, they won't have any oil. But would the REF fight? Check out the Operational Art of War for a drilldown.
Well that's one scenario, and I hope Alberta pulls out of its unholy union with Ottawa. Why should Alberta subsidize their socialist oppressors? With independence they'd throw off the rainbow yoke and enjoy tremendous prosperity.
Good Luck,
LSP
Young Mr RatClaw says this:
Far-left terrorism poses a profound threat to the United States and the broader West. Today, the United States sanctioned several transnational far-left terrorist networks, including Autistici/Inventati – a major far-left tech collective whose services are used by the most active and violent Antifa cells in the United States and across the world. There will be no refuge for violent extremists who wage war on our civilization and plot to undermine law and order, destroy critical infrastructure, assault political opponents, or conspire to conceal their crimes from authorities. We will use all the tools and authorities at our disposal to fight terrorism and protect our way of life from terrorist coercion.
Here's the video format, check it out:
Every single federal tactical team seeing this post and knowing they're now one step closer to no knock raiding Antifa and black bagging them as domestic terrorists. https://t.co/hEZw1PTu1G pic.twitter.com/FxQYfng4h4
— Mytho Heritage (@MythoHeritage) August 26, 2026
UK, you're way, way, disastrously behind the cultural 8 Ball. As in still stuck in NetZero and Open Rainbow Trans Borders. Snerk. And watch out Canada, we're looking at you.
Sayn',
LSP
D'ye think, dear readers, that the way we live now is destined to be the way we live forever? Of course you don't, but everyone else seems to be sleepwalking into oblivion. Just a few stats: The US is some 40TN$ in debt at interest. Fertility rates across the West are below replacement. Our art and architecture are bottom of the pile rubbish.
And on topic, 100s of thousands, millions even, of military aged Moslems have been imported into what was once European Christendom. In the meanwhile, if you dare question your taxpayer funded replacement you're locked up in the UK. And on, and on.
You'll notice this too, there's no metaphysic or theme overarching our culture, no cultural heroes. And no wonder, we've done away with that colonial oppression in pursuit of freedom, as in there is no objective truth because such a thing would impose oppressive barriers or limits on our autonomy. Net result? Everything's cheapened and reverted to bestial, brute force and appetite, aka consumerism, rules.
Where will this Luciferian project end? In chaos, collapse and balkanization, not unlike the later Western Roman Empire, when you think on it. Here in the States we'll be shielded because we haven't collapsed to the nihilism of the Left, we still believe in patriotism and all of that, unless you're a Democrat. In Europe? Not so much.
Stand by and watch cities like Bradford and Birmingham in the UK declare Sharia UDI, watch the fightback, it'll be messy when it comes. But here's the thing, all you EthnoNats who don't read this mind blog, if your precious culture is based on the cult or worship of the Church and you don't have that, then what use are you? OK, so reclaim the metaphysic, in the same vein, reclaim the Faith which undergirds it. But this is high level stuff.
More practically, you might consider homeschooling your kids, encouraging them to enter the trades, bypassing our absurd university scam, growing your own food and learning how to shoot, fish and ride. Also, remember this, and it's proven. Communist terrs in Rhodesia were way less likely to attack a farm that was defended than one which wasn't. Then Great Britain sold those people down the river, despicably. Put not your trust in princes.
Cheers,
LSP
You know what it's like, you talk with the people after Mass on Sunday and what do you hear? "Padre, I saw an Ocelot the other day, running down a creek bed." Wow, that's not shabby. I asked my Senior Warden if he'd seen "big black cats" or a Jaguarundi, and he said he had not.
Me? I've seen a mountain lion, but that was in West Texas. Big cats in North Central? Not so much, but I reckon they're there. Cougars and bobcats, obvs, but Ocelots? That's a first for me. Maybe escaped from someone's hi-fenced exotica?
Hey, don't feed the cats, you know they'll kill you.
Your Best Pal,
LSP
Are you aware of something called ACNA (Anglican Church in North America)? It was founded by Bishop, now Archbishop, Robert Duncan in 2009 because being part of the homogay Episcopal Church (TEC) became intolerable. Fair enough, but here's the thing, ACNA founders, Duncan et al, sat light to wymxn in the priesthood, though they couldn't stomach gays. No rainbow homogay for ACNA, priestesses OK, albeit up to individual dioceses and provinces to decide.
Got that? Gay sex not allowed, priestesses allowed but not compulsory. They'd argue, and I think still do, that illicit sex is a "salvation issue," and therefore verboten, but wymxn priestesses weren't. This, dear readers, all 21 of you, is amazing. Our Lord says, explicitly, "Unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life within you."
There it is, the Eucharist or Mass, a salvation issue, and if wymxn aren't valid priests, if they don't consecrate the elements or oblation, well then, there's no life offered. Serious stuff and ACNA's hierarchs are apparently willfully blind or ignorant on this precisely salvation issue. I'll put it simply: They're Protestants in robes who don't believe in sacraments, but they're not down with gay sex. OK, the latter's more obviously egregious, there is that. Fast forward to today.
An ACNA bishop figure, the Rt. Rev. Charles F. “Chip” Edgar III, Anglican Bishop of South Carolina, concelebrated a yewkrist with The Rt. Rev. Ruth Woodliff-Stanley, Episcopal Bishop of South Carolina. They were commissioning some kind of school, apparently.
There's an issue here, and a serious one. If ACNA wants to claim validity as the true Anglican Church in the US, as a part of the Church professed in the Nicene Creed, in continuity with Apostolic faith, it must have sacramental integrity, ie valid sacraments, not least of the Altar. But it's precisely this which the latest South Carolinian excursus throws into doubt.
Here's a so-called "bishop," who clearly doesn't believe in the sacrament of Holy Orders concelebrating a Eucharist which he doesn't believe in with some woman who doesn't believe in any of it. What a mockery of the Faith. And here's the thing.
ACNA, TEC and everyone else has a decision to make. Are you part of the Church founded by Christ and handed down to the Apostles, the Church, which is the Ark of Salvation or are you part of some other thing. Bishop "Chip" has made his call, doubtless in charity. I say it stinks.
Yours,
LSP
PS. There is another POV, and not a bad one. Hail David Virtue.
You know the argument and I've heard it many times too, chicks in uniform lower physical standards, feminize their units, emasculate the men, make them pathetically unwarworthy and are generally disastrous, like trannies but maybe less so. OK, point, but leaving aside Soviet snipers, what about Princess Louise Victoria? What about her?
Are you trying to tell me that HRH Victoria shouldn't wear the uniform of the Death's Head Hussars? Surely not. If the tunic fits. But maybe you think Princess Cecille is pickelhaube too much? Go right ahead and think that, here she is, on right:
The evidence mounts, I'd argue, that women should be part of the armed forces, albeit of noble degree, and you'll note Melania's the Hon. COL of the DLC. More seriously, World War I wrecked a civilization at its high point. What an utter disaster. Save what you can while the going's good, see London Clubs.
Arma virumque cano,
LSP
