Are We Going All In?

 

USFORPOL

Sometimes it's better in song, do you not think? That in mind, let's hear it for BOC.

Cheers,

LSP

Holy Tuesday

 

So here we are in Holy Week, on our journey to the Cross and from there to the new life of the empty tomb, of resurrection. Part of this journey, for me, meant climbing into a mileage car this morning and driving from Dallas HQ to a place called "Bedford." 

No kidding. Nav out to Hampton, take a left on Singleton, behold the beat up ghetto strip malls as you do, then take a right on Mockingbird and wonder and its several rent-by-the-hour motels. 

You don't stop there, no, you ride on through to the I35/183 turn off. Be careful, it's a racetrack as you rev up the Civic and move hell for leather into the 183 aspect of this route. After that? Pretty much straight shot 'til you get to this place called "Bedford" and exit the highway onto Forest. And there you are, in Mid Cities suburbia, which is where our cathedral is.

Highway purgatory over, roll into the parking lot and go to Mass, our diocesan Chrism Mass or Mass of Collegiality. I was late, so didn't vest, but joined the clergy for the renewal of our ordination vows and at the Altar for the Eucharistic Prayer. Powerful stuff, and what a good, faithful body of men, always a pleasure to be with them. So what have we here?

The Cross, by way of Metrosprawl traffic, and Resurrection with a beautiful Mass and the good priests of our diocese. So there you have it. Safely back at Ma LSP's Compound, all's peaceful and in good order, and you'll be pleased to know she's watching some kind of show detailing the jewels of the Romanovs in their female aspect. Yes, they were spectacular.

On topic, do you think our current Bioleninist politics of envy and spite, aka socialism, started with the French Revolution? Perhaps so, though I'd argue the poison seed goes back to Luther, but that's me, we can parse the wicked Age of Enlightenment, see Age of the Raison, and its iniquitous fallout forever. Have at it.

In the meanwhile, we've got a war to win. D'ye reckon Don can pull it off? Money, as always, on the dam monkey.

Yours,

LSP

Miserere Nobis

 

Listen up, all ye heathen.

We follow Christ as King. Where does he lead, follow me? To the Cross. This week, of all weeks, we're invited by our Mother the Church to walk the way of the Cross. May God give us the grace, strength and courage to do so. I do not say that lightly.

Yours,

LSP

Palm Sunday

 

Palm Sunday, the entrance to Holy Week, in which we stand with the exultant crowds welcoming Jesus into Jerusalem, acknowledging Christ as our king. Benedict XVI offers this reflection:

Let us return to today’s Gospel passage and ask ourselves: what is really happening in the hearts of those who acclaim Christ as King of Israel? Clearly, they had their own idea of the Messiah, an idea of how the long-awaited King promised by the prophets should act. Not by chance, a few days later, instead of acclaiming Jesus, the Jerusalem crowd will cry out to Pilate: “Crucify him!”, while the disciples, together with others who had seen him and listened to him, will be struck dumb and will disperse. The majority, in fact, was disappointed by the way Jesus chose to present himself as Messiah and King of Israel. This is the heart of today’s feast, for us too. Who is Jesus of Nazareth for us? What idea do we have of the Messiah, what idea do we have of God? It is a crucial question, one we cannot avoid, not least because during this very week we are called to follow our King who chooses the Cross as his throne. We are called to follow a Messiah who promises us, not a facile earthly happiness, but the happiness of heaven, divine beatitude. So we must ask ourselves: what are our true expectations? What are our deepest desires, with which we have come here today to celebrate Palm Sunday and to begin our celebration of Holy Week?

 

Serious questions, which today's feast and the week ahead invite us to answer. Who or what is most important to us, who do we really worship, what's our God? The Father's only begotten Son who died for us and rose again that we in Him might live or some other thing. Choose wisely dear friends, divine beatitude, eternal life itself hangs on the choice.

May God give us the grace to follow Christ as our true King, yes, to the Cross, but from there to new and resurrected life in Him.

Bless you all,

LSP

No Rest For The Wicked

 

No rest for the wicked? Does Hillary Clinton sleep at night? Good question, and as we ponder Bleach Bit, hammers, kill lists and horrific scenes from Anthony Weiner's laptop we have to admit it's been an exhausting day for the Compound Crew.

First up. Load the dog in the rig and drive down I35 to Dallas and Ma LSP's place. Settle hound at Dallas HQ and make sure the aged p. is sorted for lunch, she was. Then drive to a place called Keller in a Honda Civic. Keller, if you don't know it, is deep Metrosprawl, out in the wildlands of the Mid Cities. Venture forth at your peril.

We did, and arrived at a small dealership just off of 377 where we bought a car, a 2015 Honda Accord coupe. Lowish miles, black, nimble, and hopefully a good mileage car at a decent price and all of that. The guys at the shop were fun too and a pleasure to do business with. Nice, but while waiting for paperwork, we took a spin through the neighborhood.

Behold typically largish brickish homes interspersed with apartment complexes and scenic strip malls. These often had rough-hewn stone arches surmounted by terracotta roofs with names like "Heritage."

"Just like Tuscany" I observed with drily. "Well that wasn't very nice." No, I admitted, sheepishly, it wasn't, "No room in heaven for that kind of thing, what?" Quite, and then we turned the corner into the largest HEB in the world ever.

Seriously, these people in Keller live high. I tell you, this place had everything. Spices, cheese, affordable meat, frozen goods, sushi made right on the spot and everything else. For all I know they may have sold chain mail and relics of the True Cross, but we didn't get that far. No, we checked out, ate the sushi in the shop's spacious BBQ joint and headed for Dallas via the dealership.

Car purchase complete and 377, 820, 121 and 114 complete we arrived back at Dallas HQ, mission accomplished and utterly exhausted. 

No rest for the wicked, you see,

LSP

Walsingham Lament

 

This seems appropriate right about now, a Lament for Our Lady's Shrine at Walsingham:

In the wracks of Walsingham
Whom should I choose
But the Queen of Walsingham
to be my guide and muse.

Then, thou Prince of Walsingham,
Grant me to frame
Bitter plaints to rue thy wrong,
Bitter woe for thy name.

Bitter was it so to see
The seely sheep
Murdered by the ravenous wolves
While the shepherds did sleep.

Bitter was it, O to view
The sacred vine,
Whilst the gardeners played all close,
Rooted up by the swine.

Bitter, bitter, O to behold
The grass to grow
Where the walls of Walsingham
So stately did show.

Such were the worth of Walsingham
While she did stand,
Such are the wracks as now do show
Of that Holy Land.

Level, level, with the ground
The towers do lie,
Which, with their golden glittering tops,
Pierced once to the sky.

Where were gates are no gates now,
The ways unknown
Where the press of peers did pass
While her fame was blown.

Owls do scrike where the sweetest hymns
Lately were sung,
Toads and serpents hold their dens
Where the palmers did throng.

Weep, weep, O Walsingham,
Whose days are nights,
Blessings turned to blasphemies,
Holy deeds to despites.

Sin is where Our Lady sat,
Heaven is turned to hell,
Satan sits where Our Lord did sway --
Walsingham, O farewell!

The Cure D'Ars said England would return to its  former glory, and he knew a thing or two.

Salve,

LSP

Some Kind Of Joke?

 

Like wow, the first ever NHS managerial class DEI hire is enthroned as Non-Archbishop of Canterbury, the Greeks celebrate their liberation from Moslem tyranny and it's the Feast of the Annunciation to boot. Consider, if you can, the mocking, satanic implication of Mullally sitting on Augustine's throne. Good work, COE, you've just cemented your reputation as a State mockery of the Church.

There is, I think, a growing number of UK patriots who want to return to the Faith. They see, rightly, that Christianity's at the bedrock of this endeavor. But lo and behold their National Church, secularism reflecting secularism. Does this mean Reginald Pole was the last real deal?

Perhaps so. He was and is a Saint. The COE? One narrative reads like this: H8 needed cash, huge amounts of cash to fuel his princely authority on the Continent, think Field Of The Cloth of Gold, and more importantly, to pay off dynastic threats, see Belloc.

Net result? Some kind of pathetic joke sitting on the Throne of Augustine. In the meanwhile, it seems the Straits of Hormuz are messing with oil supply/demand. What's stopping us from just taking it? Whatever, if I was Pope of the West things might look like this:

Preußens Gloria❗️ ⬛️⬜️🟥

Komponiert 1871 nach dem Sieg im Deutsch-Französischen Krieg und zur Reichsgründung.👑

‚Preußens Gloria‘ ist das musikalische Herz unserer Einigkeit die ungeschlagene Hymne unserer Geschichte. 🎺

‚Pro Gloria et Patria‘ – für Ruhm und Vaterland. ✠ pic.twitter.com/pt1xX97uvX

— ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔥 𝔚𝔞𝔤𝔫𝔢𝔯-𝔏𝔦𝔢𝔟𝔥𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔯 (@wagn36507) March 25, 2026

Ad Imperium,

LSP

Anglican Animist?

 

Perhaps some of you are animists and believe rivers, streams, oceans, trees and the grass itself to possess soul or spirit. As in, "The river which flows through our post-industrial urban hellhole is enlivened by the river nymph Asset-Stripper." Maybe you believe this animist juju, maybe you don't, but the new Bishop of St. Albans is all about it, which is why he blessed the river Marden as a "sentient being."

To be fair, the Right Reverend Dr Andrew Rumsey, newly minted bishop figure of St. Albans, wasn't the chief conductor of this riverine paganism. No, he just blessed it, signing off on pagan Councillor  Robert MacNaughton. MacNaughton explained the nature of the event:

 “I know rivers to be living beings, therefore they have their own consciousness and our consciousness can interact with theirs. If we put out positive feelings into rivers, then they reharmonize themselves in terms of that positive energy. If people put pollution into the rivers, they could become dead. Whilst we can't do anything about structural issues of the government, about water companies, what we can do is come to the rivers and say, we love you, you're fantastic, we need you.”

Wow, I stand in awe. Do you think, dear friends, that such Anglican Animism will bring people back to church? As in, "They're worshipping river spirits, better flock to Holy Communion on the first and second Sundays of the month."

Said no-one ever. What risible, pagan, greenlighting nonsense. Time to say enough is enough, St. Albans, we're looking at you.

Ad Flumina,

LSP

Welcome To Oz

 

Yes indeed, Oz, Dallas, the great Metrosprawl, home to millions and millions of people chasing the dream. Fair play, the place has filling stations, complete with crazy homeless people who squat on the sidewalk on the corner of Illinois and Zang.

It has supermarkets too, like the local Tom Thumb, which has, they tell me, an outstanding in house florist, and it has Winnetka Heights where Ma LSP lives. I tell you, the area was sketchy in the '90s when the aged ps moved in. Now? Not so much.

So here we are in the 'sprawl in a spirit of filial piety, and that's no bad thing. Thank God, and I mean that, that our family is close enough to do such a thing, but I won't bang on, you get the point. In unrelated news, it seems the USS Gerald Ford's being laid up for 14 months because of a fire in its laundry room. Huh.

On topic, 47's announced back door negotiations with elements of Persian authority who apparently want peace. No nukes for us, just peace. How awesome. You'll note there's a 5 day rider on this deal which curiously coincides with a USMC taskforce arriving in theater.

OK, if Donny Boy takes down the Mullahs all is epic forgiven. If not? Since when did any of his base vote for moar war? They didn't, they voted for the opposite and he campaigned accordingly. Wow, what a gamble. If the Persian adventure backfires then bye-bye midterms and with it a massive L to the conservative movement in the Anglosphere, Europe and beyond. 

Now, I'm not a gambling man, you know this, but if you were to suggest I wager my vicious and valuable fighting monkey on such odds I might raise an eyebrow. You can imagine the scene unfolding in a bay window looking onto St. James.

"I say, devilish busy in Hormuz. Tell ye what, my dog over your dead monkey all day long." We pause and consider, "Damme, money on and twice as fast, eh?"

Just throwing it out there, do feel free to disagree, and I forgot to say. Harvard is still Satan's Vatican though far more wealthy.

Cheers,

LSP

A Blessedly Short Sunday Sermon

 

It's all go, I tell you. Glen cut the backyard's looming grass. Baby Woodpeckers did their thing on the feeders and we climbed into the rig and rode for Dallas. Not bad, light traffic bizarrely, and then there we were in Oz, the Dallas Metrosprawl, to see Ma LSP, result.

She's doing well after a fractured spine, thank you very much at the age of 83, and's walking about giving orders when not watching Edwardiana on BritBox. Speaking of the Sceptered Isle, you may have noticed their beloved government voted for abortion up to birth. Does this mean the UK's driven by demons? Serious question.

Surely yes. To kill a baby up to the point of birth or at any time is satanic, and note this. People who kill babies and support and encourage it are capable of any crime against humanity. Nothing is too depraved for them. These are the people that rule over Britain and would have ruled over America but were stopped, at least for now, by the grace of God.

So what can we say in the face of such total, demonic iniquity. This, for a start.  Abandon Christianity per the UK and Europe but don't for a moment pretend your ethics will remain Christian. To put it another way, a culture relies on its cult, which for the West is the Faith. Get rid of the latter, lose the former, with horrific result, as in killing babies up to birth.

Expect retribution, like from GOD, like no kidding.

Here endeth the Lesson,

LSP                                               

Poltroon Knave Mountebank

 

We present to you Two Tier Keir, 2TK, the most unpopular Prime Minister in the history of history. Even the repellent Guardian admits it.

Poltroon

Knave Traitor.

Mountebank, fraud and grifter.

2TK's worth an estimated nifty £7-13 million. Not Socialist shabby, at least by UK standards. That in mind, Keir's dad was a toolmaker and a member of the industrial working class 2TK appears to despise. Maybe he hated his father which is why he's busy replacing him with Moslems. 

If you can see a way the Left's import the Jihad savage vote into an island the size of a shoebox won't end in trouble, feel free to describe it.

Your Friend,

LSP

PS. OK, I own up, this shallow ephemera was simply an excuse to deploy "Poltroon", "Knave", "Mountebank" in one post. Apt, eh? OK, we missed "Buffoon" and "Chagos." Next time.

St. Patrick's Day

 

Hail St. Patrick, apostle of the heathen Irish, and that they were. You're familiar with his history, taken into captivity by Irish slavers raiding late Roman Britain, and how by the grace of God working on extraordinary asceticism he converted that pagan nation. We might pray for Patrick to clear out our present den of snakes, d'ye not think?

Almighty and everlasting God, who didst call thy servant Patrick to preach the Gospel: Raise up, we beseech thee, in this and every land evangelists and heralds of thy kingdom, that thy Church may proclaim the unsearchable riches of our Savior Jesus Christ; who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end. Amen.

 

Patrick, holy saint, please clear out the den of vipers who belovedly rule over us. Please end this tyranny of snakes. 

Yours,

LSP

Excuse Me?

 

Panzerbattalion 14 has graduated some new recruits, well done those men. But what's with the little guy on the left? DEI must be driven from our institutions at every level. Maybe the photo looks better in black and white, have a look:

Just remember this, my dear friends, history may not repeat but it does rhyme. Likewise, everything the Left does produces the exact opposite of its intended effect. Remember that, it's like an axiom.

Your Pal,

LSP

Everything About Him Is Dumb

  

Everything about him is dumb and evil

His utterly corrupt hair

His devil grin

And everything rainbow grifting else. But no wonder Gavin's grinning, he's worth a nifty socialist $30 million, which ain't shabby, even for a Democrat. Massive piles of corrupt cash notwithstanding, do you remember when enterprising Gavin spoke to a group of African Americans the other day and told them, “I’m no better than you. You know, I’m a 960 SAT guy… you’ve never seen me read a speech because I cannot read a speech.” 

Apparently Gavin's listeners are no more capable of reading than their Governor, so it's a very good thing neither have to show an ID to vote. They're too dumb, you see.

Cheers,

LSP

Mad Mitch Rocked

 

The Empire didn't die without some kind of fight, at least in the Crater, where Col. Mad Mitch and the Southern and Argyll Highlanders aggressively reclaimed a part of Aden overtaken by Islamo-Marxist terrorists. I remember being inspired by him as a boy in the '70s and am so today. Here's a short infovideo:

Mitch was remarkable, I'd say, and was of course sold down the river by Whitehall. That retreat's been longstanding and's now reached the UK itself, where suicidal empathy and cultural surrender's reached pyramid peak. Will the UK's latent Colonel Mitch stand up and address the rot? 

Good question. Many think it'll take a serious crisis to bring the issue to a head, as in running out of cash to pay all those imported Moslem votes. At that point, violent men will start to move, and we may hope that there's people like Mitch in their midst.

For what little it's worth, I believe there are and that they'll come to the fore in the years ahead. To that point, you'll be totally unsurprised to know the UK's essentially dismantled its armed forces. Surely the Uniparty cabal of profiteering rainbow grifters isn't afraid of kinetic patriots. 

By the way, the UK disbanded the Southern & Argyll Highlanders in 2006, because of course they did.

Cheers,

LSP

Some Kind Of Joke?

 

Yes, Two Tier Kier (2TK), we're looking at you and your gang of student union adolescents masquerading as MPs in what was once the most powerful country of the world, but not anymore, thanks to faddist Leftist buffoonery. 

The once great UK has the highest energy prices in the developed world; good work, Uniparty Net Zero malfeasance. The Navy which once ruled the seas feels lucky, now, to deploy one, just one, destroyer to defend national interest in Cyprus. National heroes on banknotes, like Wellington and Churchill, are being replaced by badgers. Hereditary peers in the House of Lords? Abolished, to be replaced by grifters, bagmen and opportunists. And some Moslem, bizarrely placed over state education, demands British schools kow-tow to sharia law, as does Parliament.

Oh, and lest we forget. If you, the non-compliant serf dares to object to the rainbow tyranny of your beloved rulers you'll be fired from your job and sent to gaol after a 2 am wake up call by the diversity police. Don't you dare criticize Islam, BritSerfs. But here's the thing. Moslems make up around 7% of the UK's population, not a huge number, though way too much. But that in mind, why are the people leading this erstwhile great nation pandering to such a small percentage of culture destroyers?

Because they actively hate your culture, I know this, and they want the votes of the people who will bring it down. You can parse it a different way: our beloved rulers want to replace their indigenous people with low IQ savage serfs and rule in gated communities over the wreck of it.

You know what? I'd say there's a significant part of UK and US culture worth preserving. There's also a pedo cannibal satanist aspect that needs purging.

Cheers,

LSP

The Last Hussar

Have you heard of August von Mackensen, the "Last Hussar"? Born in 1849 in Saxony, the young Mackensen volunteered to serve in the Prussian 2nd Life Hussar regiment and fought in the Franco Prussian war where he was promoted to 2nd Lieutenant and awarded the Iron Cross. 

Thanks, perhaps, to a fortunate marriage, he was appointed to the General Staff and found favor with the Kaiser who gave him command of the 1st Life Hussars and went on to make him his personal adjutant, no small honor.

In 1914, Mackensen commanded the XVII Army Corps and led his men aggressively in a number of offensives, including the battles of Tannenberg, Gumbinnen and the First Battle of the Masurian Lakes; he was 65. In 1915 he commanded the German Eleventh Army, which achieved a spectacular victory over the Russians in the Gorlice-Tarnow offensive.

After the war, and now a highly decorated Field Marshall, von Mackensen retired from the army while unsurprisingly supporting monarchist and nationalist causes. This spread over into initial public support for the NSDAP, but reality broke in upon the old warrior. Per the appalling Wikipedia, Mackensen wrote to then Generaloberst Walther von Brauchitsch in 1940:

As a man becomes older, he has to watch carefully that age has not reduced his creativity. After reaching the age of 90, I have decided not to involve myself any longer with matters that are not concerned with my private life. However, I am still the most senior German officer. Many turn to me, sometimes with wishes but more often with their concerns.

During these weeks, our concern is with the spirit of our unique and successful Army. The concern results from the crimes committed in Poland, looting and murder that take place before the eyes of our troops, who appear unable to put an end to them. An apparent indifference has serious consequences for the morale of our soldiers, and it is damaging to the esteem of our Army and our whole nation.

I am sure that you are aware of these events and that you certainly condemn them. These lines intend to convey my daily growing concern at the reports that constantly reach me, and I have to ask you to take up this matter with the highest authority. The messages I receive are so numerous, many come from high ranking persons and from witnesses. As the most senior officer, I cannot keep them to myself. In transmitting them to you, I fulfil my duty to the Army. The honour of the Army and the esteem in which it is held must not be jeopardised by the actions of hired subhumans and criminals. Hail Victory (Sieg Heil).

In 1941, the Last Hussar appeared at the Kaiser's funeral in his imperial uniform and was apparently viewed with suspicion by the Nazi power, though it seems Hitler admired him and the then ancient warrior was never arrested. It's claimed that Mackensen was the best tactician and commander of World War I and this may be true. He certainly looms out of the Victorian or Napoleonic era into our own, and you can imagine his shock if he were brought back to life today.

Mit Gott für König und Vaterland,

LSP

Stormy Interlude

 

All kinds of thunder, lightning and storm here. 

Apocalyptic? Yep. An omen?

Obvs, the UK just got rid of hereditary peerage in the HOL, disaster, and lightning strikes in North Central Texas as rain pounds. So we retreat to our compounds even as the flimsy homes of today's McMansion millionaires are washed asway in the flood.

Cheers,

LSP

TRAITORS

 

Yes, Lloyds of London, which withdrew insurance from ships travelling through that old oil chokepoint, the Straits of Hormuz. Then 47 offered alt insurance, dropping the price of oil and opening, in theory, the sea lanes. Keen-eyed observers of the insurance scene are wondering if shipping companies will return to Ayatollah Lloyds.

They really really hate you

In related news, the Cultural Marxist Parliament of "it's only got One Destroyer" Great Britain has abolished hereditary peerages in the House of Lords. I'm appalled by this, not least because holding aristocracy to sound governance makes sense but also because replacing them with bought and paid for grifters, aka MPs, opens all kinds of evil doors and cheapens the nation. To put it mildly.

Lord Palmerston. Those guys were hard and went hard

So here we are, beholding the deliberate demolition of a once very great nation, the UK, trying to peer through the fog of war over Persia and the Middle East, and taking care of Ma LSP in the Metrosprawl. She's doing pretty well, by the way.

Cheers,

LSP

Worst Job Opportunity In The World?

 

Back in the Metrosprawl and lending filial support to Ma LSP, who's recovering from a nasty spinal fracture; thank God for that. Still, there's a bit of time to keep one eye open on the unfolding geostrat news cycle, and amidst the turbulence, static and who-knows-what of it all one thing at least is clear. Being Supreme Leader of Iran has to be the worst job opportunity in the world.

The FACE

Imagine the advert, "Candidates for this role must be related to the last Supreme Leader and have a death wish. Position comes with mansion in London, should you survive to use it." Or something like that. Remarkably, Mojtaba Kamenei appears to have stepped up to the plate only, if reports are true, to have lost his leg in an airstrike and shortly after his life.

Kier Starmer

In related news, the most unpopular Prime Minister in the history of history, Two Tier Kier (2TK) remains in power over the Sceptered Isle. For how much longer, maybe until we've freed another island, Cuba, from Communist oppression? But perhaps the Royal Navy will defend the island nation from attack or, as one social media wit put it, "The Royal Navy's like the wine cellar at White's, never out of port."

Cheers,

LSP

States Rights

 

Dam straight.

States Rights,

LSP

The Royal Navy

 

In 1935 the Royal Navy had something like 12 battleships, 3 battlecruisers, 7 carriers, 66 cruisers, 184 destroyers and 60 submarines. Britannia ruled the waves and employed over 300,000 men to do so. Now the Royal Navy has maybe 63 active ships and submarines in various states of disrepair, of which 2 are carriers, 6 destroyers, 7 frigates and 10 submarines. 

You'll note, keen-eyed observers of the naval scene, that one of these 6 destroyers was going to be deployed to Cyprus because Iranian proxies have been churlishly rocketing our airbase on the island which, cunningly, doesn't have any air defense. Day late and a dollar short you say, only to find out that the wretched destroyer's stuck in Portsmouth for repairs and the shop's only open 9-5 because Union.

Far out, the UK can't even send one of its very few warships to defend one of its territories in the face of an attack by an hostile power. But of course the power concerned is Moslem and it wouldn't do to offend all those imported votes asylum seekers. would it.

There are, per the latter day Delphi of the Internet, 134 British Admirals, a spectacular force of gold braid by anyone's reckoning, one which works out as well over two Admirals per ship in the rusting, broken down, shrunken Royal Navy.

Don't get me wrong. I'm a loyal son of the Empire and a UK patriot, a US one too, but this kind of malfeasance on a grand bipartisan scale is outrageous. There you are, an island, dependent on the sea lanes for your existence and you effectively shut your navy down. What utter traitors.

So that's the bad news, but people are waking up to the betrayal of their country by a gang of rainbow hued Cultural Marxist elites who actively hate, scorn and despise the serfs they rule over. Can that be fixed by votes or does something more seismic and kinetic have to happen. I'm inclined towards the latter, as in an inability to pay migrant invaders welfare checks and a USMC Expeditionary Force.

See you at the In & Out.

Dark Star,

LSP 

Progress - Devolution - Eschaton

 

Have you noticed people calling themselves "progressives"? Sure you have, and some of you might even remember people talking about "progress" as soon ago as the 1970s. As in, "The progress of thought and action unfettered from the hidebound superstition of the past and powered by science and technology will produce an unrivalled utopia." Or something like that.

Fast forward to today and what we got? Hideous architecture, and it is, spectacularly ugly art, expensive mediocrity in everything except that afforded by the very, very rich, no heroes or even the metaphysic to create them, schools which don't teach, gutted towns and cities, and on. In short, we've devolved, as anyone walking through the beauty of what our people created before, ahem, progress, can see.

That, dear readers, all two of you, is why tourists always line up to visit the tower blocks of progress and scorn places like Trafalgar Square. Likewise, everyone's falling over themselves to live to live in buildings and places designed by our postwar progressive friends, except that they're not. They're paying millions for the privilege of living in Mews houses where the servants once slept.

Progress? No, devolution brought on by people who are essentially nihilists. They destroy, that's their aim, because they hate beauty, truth and goodness. And let's be honest, these de facto Satanists have had a pretty good run for the last fifty or so years, denigrating our people and countries, wrecking our culture and trashing our faith. Their latest stunt being, of course, to convince everyone that they're sexless drones of the hivemind even as they import millions of  savages to replace us.

Open borders, how very progressive. Yes indeed, progressively higher rents and lower wages, all the while destroying the ethnicity, white working class, that won't vote for you and your dachau in Weston Super Mare. And look at you, serf, you're not even a man or woman, we can't define that, in the name of tolerance.

How revolting. You'll note, punters, that everything the Left enacts or wills produces the exact opposite of its intended effect. You'll note this too, Satan always overplays its hand. All this in mind, everything is moving to its directed end or τέλος, and it's for the good, nothing can stop it.

Eschaton,

LSP