Lone Star Parson
God, Guns, Church & Country Life in Texas & Anything Else I Care to Think of.
Thursday, December 18, 2025
Just Calm Down
Some Kind Of Joke?
Well yes, yes it is, and the joke's on you, Guardian reader elitocracy of the Church of England. You elected Sarah Mullally to be your next leaderene. Imagine, if you can, Archbishops Ramsey, Temple, Lang et al wondering, in shocked awe, at this risible DEI appointment to Augustine's throne. "No one will take us seriously if we don't ordain womyn priests," sang the chorus. Chortle, and pan to empty pews and litugical dance in an empty church. But someone's not laughing.
That'd be Rev. Alan Griffin, who killed himself after a secret COE report "spread false gossip that he abused children and paid for sex." According to Anglican Ink:
Written by the former head of operations in the diocese, a man since jailed for a £5.2m fraud against the Church, the report contained a toxic mixture of genuine safeguarding concerns and unsubstantiated smears about 42 members of the clergy – including Father Alan.
Mullally apparently saw the report when she was the Bishop Figure of the Diocese of London and took no action. She "didn't read it," claims Anglican Ink. Rev. Robert Thompson ups the ante, "I think the entire diocese has blood on its hands. When Sarah presided at the Eucharist, I felt that the blood of Alan Griffin was on her hands."
Malfeasance, fraud and skulduggery is always despicable, and it's especially despicable in the Church, which is the Mystical Body of Christ, militant on earth, expectant and triumphant in heaven. Whether the risible Mullally will ascend to the COE's top job remains to be seen. Perhaps she'll console zhirself with they/them medals if zhe doesn't.
Your Old Mate,
LSP
Wednesday, December 17, 2025
Question
Here we are at Dallas HQ, the lights are up and I've got a question, a serious question. Should this shallow, frivolous, inconsequential and barely read mind blog start selling warez? You know, merch, like t shirts, hats, shell casings, knives, challenge coins, travel mugs, rainbow pony plushies, Aberystwyth snow globes, ties, lapel pins, precious metal and all of that.
It's tempting. For goodness sake, that castle in Shropshire and a flat in town isn't going to buy itself! So, maybe start linking to a warez print on demand portal, a sales site? Perhaps that sounds cheap to you, or not. So, should I go down this path? Perhaps, but I tell you this, no ads.
In the meanwhile, the Metrosprawl's wracked with construction because people are moving here, not least from California, we have a fleet off of Venezuela, the UK's laughably preparing to pay more welfare to Moslem immigrants for war, Russia's strongman's decried EU leaders as "swine" and the UK persists in locking people up for mean tweets.
Speaking of which, I asked a few pals over in Blighty about their role in the new all-of-country fightback against the Russkie threat. "Tell me, gentlemen, what role will you play in the new Home Guard? Commissioned, obviously, but as what?" They were ominously silent and we'll leave it at that.
Money on the Monkey,
LSP
Tuesday, December 16, 2025
Light It Up
We decided to up our Christmas lights at the compound this year, which meant driving out into the cedar groves of Olde Texas to get greenery. This soon turned into wreaths, yes, wreaths, with Wreath Minor landing on the front door and Wreath Major taking care of overwatch above the porch. Then it escalated, and before you could say Operation Bagration or I'll see you at a knife fight with a 30-30 Marlin there were garlands.
Yes, garlands of cedar complete with bows, and lights. I tell you, it was like something out of a Charles Dickens novel, in Texas. Mrs. LSP takes the credit for this Yuletide splendor but I helped, climbing up on the roof, running wire and humming God rest ye merry gentlemen with a kind of Victorian fervor.
Now? Dallas and the Metrosprawl. Mission? Set up Christmas at Ma LSP's. No rest for the wicked, you see. But what can I say, cast off the works of darkness and put on the armor of light.
Your Friend,
LSP
Monday, December 15, 2025
Are You Utterly Insane?
Prison Island?
Sunday, December 14, 2025
Houston, We Have A Problem
Several crazed Moslem savages shot up a group of Jews celebrating Hannukah on Bondi beach in disarmed Australia. Horrendous, and it seems 16 were killed, maybe more. Diversity is so obviously our strength and Islam's a religion of peace. No it isn't, Mohammed was a warlord, ask the Khaybar Jews and everyone else:
Saturday, December 13, 2025
Game On
What a difference a year makes, there's a patriot in the White House who's actually alive. In Baltimore. Huh.
President Trump salutes the National Anthem at the 126th Army-Navy Game pic.twitter.com/pTLGmRipjA
— Jack Posobiec (@JackPosobiec) December 13, 2025
In related news, the UK's leftist not so Independent legacy newspaper's come out roaring and clashing sabers. The UK, they say, is ready for war and will defeat Putin's Russia. Wow. But, errrr, what with? Harry Potter? With its magic wand? Maybe Canada will help, with Wolverine.
Dear Lord, please make it stop, and please defund Harvard. Oh, and please defund Yale, Brown, Brown and Duke too, surely they're unfit for purpose.
LSP
Friday, December 12, 2025
Put Christ Back Into Christmas
Put Christ back into Christmas, as opposed to the miserable "Happy Holidays!" corporate media rainbow slop which would enslave us by debt and inflation and call it progress. UK stalwart Tommy Robinson's organizing just such a thing, carols in downtown London. The Church of England isn't, make of that what you will. Here's the promo:
Nice one, Tommy, and he has a point. If you want to stand up for Christian culture, ie the West and God Himself, you have to be a Christian. Like no kidding. Hey, I'd be there if I didn't have to be in the States, looking after two missions in the great state of Texas. Oh, and by the way, it's the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe today.
Speaking of which, my assistant priest told me after Mass on Sunday that, "There will be dancers next week." I thought about this for a moment, "What the devil do you mean?" He replied, "Guadalupana, Padre." What a good man and more on the miraculous Tilma in short order.
Vade Retro,
LSP
There'll Always Be An England
Some people have given up on Great Britain, they think it's sunk in a turgid sea of Islamo-Marxist rainbow despotism and wokery. For them, the lion has departed from the Sceptered Isle. But not so fast, punters, here's an encouraging infovid:
I sent this uplifting promotional video to a friend who lives, bizarrely, in Derby, a part of England which used to make things, "Are you a part of this, and if not, why not?" Don't say RBB! Jermyn Street forever.
In related news, you'll be interested to know that Tommy Robinson's orchestrating a Christmas carol service in downtown London, unlike the venerable if shrinking Church of England, and that the traitors, mountebanks and grifters who make up the Labour party are plummeting still further in the polls. Yes, dear friends, there is hope for us yet.
See you in Clubland and Devil take the hindmost.
Yours,
LSP
Thursday, December 11, 2025
Wednesday, December 10, 2025
Jazzie
Jazzmin Crockett is a DEI lawyer, mountebank and politician currently representing a swathe of DFW metrosprawl communities in Dallas and Tarrant counties. But that handy little cash cow's about to end, thanks to redistricting, so Jazzy has to find a new job, in the Senate. Here's her awesome launch video:
Jazzy's an outspoken champion of the poor and oppressed, a race based social justice commie with an estimated net worth of only $9MN. Jazzy's congressional salary is $174K.
For what it's worth, I reckon Jazzy's political star will go the same way as Abortion Barbie's. Remember her? Neither do I.
Cheers,
LSP

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