Texas is Golden

 

The Mass was offered, ite missa est, go it is sent, and I drove back to the Compound in a golden haze of sunset. It reminded me of the final hour of a dove hunt and I asked myself, "Why is Texas so awesome?" wondering at the providence of it all. 

But why. Frontier spirit, big skies, the world's tenth or eleventh highest GDP, putting the Lone Star State above lesser countries such as Canada, Australia and Mexico? Well yes, opportunity, energy and growth, there is that, to say nothing of relative sanity compared to prison gulags like Australia and New York.

Maybe that's part of it. Unlike Alberta, no one here's about to tell you to get a serf vaxxport before you can enter a store. You can even clean the shotguns and pistols you don't have, put 'em in your rig and go out and shoot in a friend's field, we have that freedom. Texas and liberty, two very large things to conjure with.

Let's pray they continue to walk hand in hand. In the meanwhile, it's time to fry up some absurdly cheap, pre-Bidenflation steak. What?!? 

Yes, we can eat steak here in Texas, if you know where to look. It's hard to find but you can still get it, as opposed to the soylent cubes and insect hash doled out by our transnational elite, private jet, island owning Millionaire Socialist rulers.

#2A,

LSP

Wisdom From Down Under And The Climate Parrot

BRILLIANT TAKE DOWN on #ClimateStrike MUST WATCH ✅ pic.twitter.com/DmbUeF0T0e

— BrexitDirectAction (@ActionBrexit) September 20, 2019

Strong words from Down Under! Then there's the parrot.

Sound ON: pic.twitter.com/8h6U2H75YU

— 𝕋𝕚𝕟𝕒𝔹𝕠𝕓 wants #BritishIndependence 👌🏻 (@tinabobuk) September 28, 2019

Goodnight, God bless, and have a beautiful Sunday.

LSP

Oh My, What A Downer!

So much meddling in our elections! What scared the totally dispassionate and objective FBI into launching an investigation into Trump's campaign months before his election? 

Why, none other than Alexander Downer, the Australian Foreign Minister who tipped George Papadopoulos to the State Department as a Russian spy.

Surely it's a coincidence that Downer piled $25 million into the Clinton Foundation in 2006 and that the phony Steele Dossier and Land Down Under Report were compiled in London.

Don't say GCHQ/MI6 or to put it another way:

What it shows is that the real meddling wasn't the work of the Terrible Russkis; it was the doing of some of our closest allies, determined to get Hillary Clinton elected. The Australians were owed favors. Christopher Steele got money from the Democratic National Committee and the Clinton campaign. So they all worked together to do their bit to get Hillary elected. It shows that the extent of Deep State isn't something confined to the U.S. It stinks.

Land of Hope and Glory,

LSP

Trans Down Under

What happens when you define truth and reality out of existence by saying it's whatever you want it to be? You get taken over by rainbow ponies and unicorns, that's what happens and Anglican clergypersons are no exception to the rule. 

Here's the Rev. Dr. Jonathan Inkpin, who recently rode the rainbow all the way down under.

Better late than never? Today I am coming out fully as a transgender person... For my coming out has profound spiritual dimensions for me which I believe are sources of healing, strength and renewal for us all. Like my little grandchild cradled in my arms in the photograph (see left) I feel more intimately part of God's 'new creation', a little child cradled in the love of God.

Pretty moving, eh? There's more, in a letter to fellow clergy dated curiously to the Feast of St. Mary Magdalene. In it, "Jo" explains that he's always been a transsexual suffering from "gender dysphoria" and is set to receive "pyschotherapy, hormonal treatments and/or various surgeries." 

These might cause:

increasing physical changes to my face and body, and to other aspects such as voice. I want to reassure you that I will still be the person you have worked with and known.

I will still be the person you have worked with and known. Well that's just it, isn't it. Either you are or you aren't, Jo, and the last time anyone checked you were a man, which is what you'll continue to be, despite chemical and surgical alteration. 

Sadly, for Inkpin and other transsexuals, the surgeon's knife and a battery of pharma can't close the deal, leaving its subject a hybrid at best and a blasphemous parody at worst. 

In either case, that nasty sense of dysphoria isn't likely to go away. But maybe pronouns will help, Inkpin closes with:

Henceforth I ask therefore that you call me Josephine, or Jo, and use female pronouns (she, her) when referring to me. I know this will take a little time to get used to, and I know that mistakes will happen at first. All I ask is that we respect with respect and care for each other as we continue to share God’s journey together.

At least it wasn't ze and zhir but still, calling yourself she and her won't make you a woman any more than forcing people to call you Dash is going to turn you into a beautiful rainbow pony or an adorable unicorn.

Unless you're a clergyperson in the Anglican Church of Australia. That's different.

Ride the Rainbow,

LSP