Poetry, Innit

Thanks, LL.

Recessional - Rudyard Kipling

God of our fathers, known of old, 

Lord of our far-flung battle-line, 

Beneath whose awful Hand we hold 

Dominion over palm and pine— 

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, 

Lest we forget—lest we forget! 

The tumult and the shouting dies; 

The Captains and the Kings depart: 

Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, 

An humble and a contrite heart. 

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, 

Lest we forget—lest we forget! 

Far-called, our navies melt away; 

On dune and headland sinks the fire: 

Lo, all our pomp of yesterday 

Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! 

Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, 

Lest we forget—lest we forget! 

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose 

Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, 

Such boastings as the Gentiles use, 

Or lesser breeds without the Law— 

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, 

Lest we forget—lest we forget! 

For heathen heart that puts her trust 

In reeking tube and iron shard, 

All valiant dust that builds on dust, 

And guarding, calls not Thee to guard, 

For frantic boast and foolish word— 

Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord! 

As you reflect on Recessional, ponder this. Churchill's bust is back in the Oval Office. Glory has returned to Israel.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Say A Prayer, Heathen

Worship

Listen up, heathen. It's Sunday and time to feast but also to pray. Some argue the two go hand in hand, but I won't preach as I do enough of that, ahem, already.

Anyway, here's a prayer (Collect) for the day:

ALMIGHTY and everlasting God, mercifully look upon our infirmities, and in all our dangers and necessities stretch forth thy right hand to help and defend us; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

And for all you Latin Mass trads, here it is again, with a fuller doxoloy:

OMNÍPOTENS sempitérne Deus, infirmitátem nostram propítius réspice: atque ad protegéndum nos, déxteram tuæ majestátis exténde. Per Dóminum nostrum Jesum Christum, Fílium tuum, Qui tecum vivit et regnat in unitáte Spíritus Sancti, Deus, per omnia s ǽcula sæculórum.

I tell you this, I prefer the Latin Mass but I like the Epistle and Gospel in English. I don't care either way about the sermon. 

God bless,

LSP 

Obama's Legacy

What is Barack Hussein Obama's legacy? Healthcare, debt, unemployment, transgender bathrooms, race riots? Hard to say. Maybe it's better in song.

Thanks, Infidel.

LSP

Trump Tweets

What! War with Russia's a bad thing, to make Hillary and the spirit cooking Democrats look good after their disastrous wipeout in the election?

Hunh.

LSP

Gender Fluid

As we stand on the cusp of a new and adventurous year, we question the future, looking for definition, finality. Will the shittest candidate for President since Martin Bormann Hillary Clinton be locked up? 

Martin Bormann

For that matter, will Vladimir Putin be crowned Czar of Holy Mother Russia? Will Donald Trump make America great again? And, let's get down to it, what exactly is "gender fluid"?

What is it?

Hardworking staff at our Chicago Desk were quick to answer, "Gender fluid is ecological dishwasher detergent that you buy at Whole Foods." 

Whole Foods

Others wonder if it's something you change in your truck, every three thousand miles or so.

You, the reader, be the judge.

Your Old Mate,

LSP

The Look on Mitt's Face...

...when he realizes he doesn't get to be SECSTATE. Sorry, Mittens, you backed the 

wrong horse. Maybe you can get a job with your pal, Hillary.

Cheers, from #TrumpsAmerica

LSP

New Years Day

So what's it like in Texas on New Year's day? Well, it's not bad. First things first, go to Mass and celebrate the Feast of the Holy Name. As you do, reflect on the power of the Name, Jesus, God Saves. How does this correlate to the Tetragrammaton, the unspeakable Name of Yahweh? 

Random Kitchen Drawer Glock

Perhaps it's that in flesh, incarnate; the unspeakable become speakable, man divinised, finite and infinite as one in the person of the God Man, Jesus. Whatever the case, his Name is stamped or engraved upon our names and I preached on that theme. Of course the idea is to live up to that, by the grace of God.

The Watcher

Then, Masses over, you head back to the Compound for a feast of leftovers and the happy thought of our current crew of self-serving millionaire socialists being kicked out of power.

Good work, America. You didn't elect The Witch.

Maybe there's hope for us all yet.

IHS,

LSP