Showing posts with label American Witch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label American Witch. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 31, 2024

Great Art

 



Art, remember that, when talented people used to paint beautiful things? You know, as in to uplift the human spirit. Yes, we vaguely remember that, back in the day of bourgeois aesthetic oppression. So awful, so thank Gaia we've freed ourselves from that. In a spirit of liberation let's have a look at the new art which has freed us.




Good work, Rothko, now I don't feel oppressed. Just because it's gross and oppressive doesn't mean it isn't beautiful, said Satan, and check out Marina, famous art witch to the rich and powerful. Here she is, art busy Spirit Cooking:




Leading Democrats were part of Abramovic's degenerate, satanic, perverted "installation," and what can we say? Surely not devil worship. As if.

What gets me is how anyone who calls themselves a Christian can vote for these demoniacs. Yet they do, in their millions, adding their apostate names to the tally of everything that's against the will of God. They can't even, in their infernal confusion, define a woman and a man, much less unite to produce children.

They're literal nihilists, and therein lies hope. They won't reproduce and we will.

Ave,

LSP

Wednesday, October 13, 2021

STORMFRONT

 


Lightning cracks across the sky, turning night to day as thunder crashes down like a barrage of guns on the Oder, shaking the house with elemental fury. Our Old Enemy the Weather is at it again. Dauntless, I stood on the porch, braving the lashing rain to do its worst. 

"Do your worst, Weather!" I thundered from the safety of the Compound's spacious, safe, historic and well constructed porch, "Monetize all the debt you like, you green mountebank, but we're not falling for your corporate Bolshevik ponzi."




Ferox, but our enemy ignored me entirely and continued to bombard this once prosperous farming community with a deluge of rain, sky water. What will tomorrow bring? Discarded weaves, needles, cast off Dicky's BBQ beakers, the broken fragments of a child's toy, all that and more floating in a poisonous backflow effluent of broken drains. 


Witch

A parable? Perhaps. In the meanwhile, smart people are sharpening kukris, loading mags, laying in supplies and praying hard for angelic and divine aid. My feeling is that we'll need it in the coming years.

Your Friend,

LSP