There's a lot of loose talk about civil war in the UK right about now, and that's understandable, their beloved rulers appear to be acting against the well-being of the people they've sworn to protect and serve. Witness two-tier policing, open borders malfeasance and just about every other crooked skulduggery you care to imagine. Net result? Civil war or some kind of rebellion, to put it mildly.
Hey, civil war talk was all the rage here a year or two ago for precisely the same reason, nooses down the Mall. But hold on, what would such a conflict look like? Maybe the Battle of the Crater helps to clarify things, in which a massive Union mine led to disastrous results.
Sobering, d'ye not think, and we've not even gotten into the Ukrainian brother war carnage. So maybe everyone should just simmer down and return to normalcy or "civility"? There's more than a few political philosophers with tenure that suggest such a thing. How irenic, and good luck with that.
For what little it's worth, I feel we're past the point of no return, where there are no polite solutions to the nihilist assault on everything beautiful, good and true. But what do I know, I'm just a country preacher, living under the sylvan shade of the leafy glens of Old Texas, in the North Central Texas Exclusion Zone where every day is a foray into the preheating oven we call "Summer."
Whatev, make your confession, go to Mass and wait for the new Franco. Spain's clearly in need.
You may have forgotten, but yesterday was the anniversary of a most terrible tragedy, the fall of Constantinople on May 29, 1453, and with it the end of the Christian Eastern Roman Empire. From that time on until now, the splendid capitol of Eastern Christendom, the second Rome, has been occupied by Moslems.
Accounts vary, but it's said that the last Emperor, Constantine XI, fell in action against the Turks who swarmed into the city on that fateful day. The same Turks who went on to desecrate churches and enslave, rape and kill the city's people in a deadly three day orgy of destruction and looting.
Constantine had appealed to the West for help and none came, European Christendom was too busy fighting itself and this, I believe, is utterly shameful. We should have launched a Crusade and rallied to the defense of our Eastern brothers and if we had, not only would Constantinople have remained Christian, so too might much of the Middle East. It didn't because we failed to rise to the challenge and look how that mistake's cost us, quite literally, in welfare payments, to say nothing of terrorist savagery.
So now, thanks to our 15th century failure, Islam, which is an existential threat to the civilization of the West and the Faith that undergirds it, sits on top of what was the Eastern Roman Empire, facing us across the Mediterranean and beyond. We may thank God we had the resolve to throw them off at Malta and cast them down at Lepanto.
we need this back
Does that resolve exist today? Not in the governing structures of the rainbow-hued utopias of the EU and UK, they're going full-tilt import Islamic savage invader. You may recall Chesterton wrote a book about it, the Flying Inn, so prescient. Here in the US? Maybe not so pressing an issue until you visit Plano, Texas, of all places, or the equally unlikely Michigan.
Regardless, surely it's time we took Constantinople back and restored Hagia Sophia to its former glory. C'mon, it's not as though we couldn't do it, and let's free the North of England while we're at it. Sorry, make that the UK.
What was what like? London, of course. Much the same as it's ever been for the last few decades, with a few changes. Liverpool Street Station was greatly built up, I used to live there and it took a moment to recognize familiar landmarks. Downtown central's much the same as ever but with increasing hordes of tourists.
On the good side of the ledger, the Clubs are holding strong. Nice, bastions of civilization from a better age. Likewise, Green/Gay agitprop doesn't seem to be half of what it was a few years ago. Good, enough of the wretched rainbow flags already.
Seriously, a couple of years ago you'd be assaulted by Green/Gay propaganda posters as you walked through the interminably awful corridors of Heathrow's Terminal Horrible Three. These have gone, thank God, maybe this useless, despicable, deceitful fad's nearing its well-deserved sell-by date, please.
Devil Witch
They/Them notwithstanding, there's a new fad in town, Re-Wilding. Yep, let your towns, cityscapes, roads, bridges, woods, fields, factories, houses and on revert back to nature. A bit like Detroit if you pause and think for a moment. Net result? Incredibly shabby verges and medians, and that unkept look which says virtue-signaling saves the local council money at the expense of your city looking like an abandoned slum.
No kidding, re-wilding, it's a thing; hey, gotta cut costs to afford all those immigrant votes. Whatever, here's two short anecdotes, both true.
The National Liberal Club: At the bar, reading the Spectator, and a crew swings in next to me. "Excuse me, sir." Quite all right, common ground. A little later it's revealed that my newfound neighbor's people built some great Sikh edifice in Birmingham. "Ah, Sikhs," I offered, "Sword arm of the Hindu faith." My new friend looked me in the eye and said, "If only," and we became friends. Not surprising, when you think on it, because we both went to the same school, all hail the Dragon, Oxford. At the end of old school conviv he asked me, "As a priest, what do you think of Islam?" I told him, in no uncertain terms, and he agreed. We'll meet again.
The Lamb & Flag: Covent Garden and here we are at this ancient pub, pints flowing freely, when lo and behold, a guy in red trousers, two breaster blazer, cigar in mouth and tinted glasses on eyes offers bystanders "delicious chocolates." Sure thing, thanks, fella. Next step? "Look here, guys, I know these people." Off you go then, and I did, "I like your crucifix," he had one around his neck, real gold thank you very much, "What's inscribed on the reverse?" He looked at me and I looked at him. "Deus Vult," he replied, the legend of the Crusade. Turns out my Turkish Mayfair pal, according to him, was one of the few families of his class to not kow-tow to Islam. I told him to go to the Brompton Oratory, hope he does.
Point being, the Lawless London Caliphate isn't lost, at least not yet. There's plenty of diversity which opposes it, from Sikh to Turk, Hindu to Christian, so don't lose hope. That said, indigenous natives might want to start having babies again. Word to the wise.
Pope Urban preached at Clermont in 1095, urging the Western faithful to rise to the defense of the Holy Land against the Jihad. Here's the conclusion of his sermon:
O what a disgrace if such a despised and base race, which worships demons, should conquer a people which has the faith of omnipotent God and is made glorious with the name of Christ! With what reproaches will the Lord overwhelm us if you do not aid those who, with us, profess the Christian religion! Let those who have been accustomed unjustly to wage private warfare against the faithful now go against the infidels and end with victory this war which should have been begun long ago.
Let those who for a long time, have been robbers, now become knights. Let those who have been fighting against their brothers and relatives now fight in a proper way against the barbarians. Let those who have been serving as mercenaries for small pay now obtain the eternal reward. Let those who have been wearing themselves out in both body and soul now work for a double honor. Behold! on this side will be the sorrowful and poor, on that, the rich; on this side, the enemies of the Lord, on that, his friends. Let those who go not put off the journey, but rent their lands and collect money for their expenses; and as soon as winter is over and spring comes, let hem eagerly set out on the way with God as their guide.
The assembled nobility, warriors at that time, cried out Deus Vult and the First Crusade began, with the knights of Europe advancing on the barbarian Mohammedans, and defeating them. A remarkable feat of arms which was all too shortly lived. Regardless, here's a song which captures the spirit of the thing, and what a thing it was:
Today? Atheist Europe's inviting the Moslem enemy into its heartland, to say nothing of Dearborn, Plano and Minnesota etc. And just imagine the shocked look on the faces of their respective trans theater collectives when Jihad starts throwing pronouns off roofs. Because tolerance. You may recall Chesterton's Flying Inn.
So, problem. Solution? Return to the Faith, and act on it. It's a matter of urgency.
If you go to LL's excellent blog you'll find the question; if Christ's second advent or second coming is going to happen, whatever the time or hour, why expand into space? Whoa, let's reflect on this for a moment:
Space is deep eh? And here at the Compound we're all in favor of the Lone Star State expanding its mission, yes, into the icy void of deep space. First step? Build a space elevator out of Houston after a fusion powerplant sets up at Marpearl. Limitless energy.
Then, setup onna Moon, it being the nearest quasi planetary body and an excellent training ground for our further expansion into the last and final frontier. After that?
Mars, obviously, and then the moons of the gas giants and asteroids. Perhaps asteroids sooner, Texas can mine them to propel its Total Space Dominance (TSD). You see what we're saying?
Texas, we have lift off.And as always, and to answer the question, Deus Vult.
Have we ever been lied to on such a massive scale? Here, look at the first ever womyn admiral. What a brave naval officer! Check it out and note the ribbons, such valor.
Take that, fellow serfs. Behold the brazen, in your face lie of a woman that's not a woman and a, cough, admiral that's not a naval officer. But don't you dare speak the truth because hate. But demented trannies pretending to be sailors aside, we're apparently living in a deluge of lies.
A seemingly never ending, constant, flood of deceit geared to make you a willing victim. Of what? Of a brave new world in which right and wrong, truth and beauty, freedom and sanity itself are erased under the rainbow wellington boot of power. And all for our own good. So knuckle under to your Martha's Vineyard Overlords, peasants.
Or something like that, and I won't bang on though it's tempting, but remember this. Satan is the Father of Lies and a "murderer from the beginning." Remember too, Baphomet is trans.
"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places." (Eph. 6:12)
"Hey, LSP, can you help me out? I need to go to Fort Worth today for a procedure and need a driver." It was my EMU friend who's famous for driving a crew of motorcycle hippies out of his stock tank. "Sure, I'd be happy to help out."
Quite.
So off we went, all the way down I35W to Fort Worth's Southside. It's not too far from downtown and owned by the medical and hospitality industry. All kinds of hipster bars and eateries, which I toured while my friend was under. Did I stop in any? No. I did not.
Procedure over, we drove back to the country and my friend's barn, "Hey, LSP, have a look at these." Curious, I went through a doorway and there were these cars.
A '40(?) Ford Coupe, a '69 Chevy Camino SS, an '81 Corvette and another Ford Coupe, V8 and hotrod, immaculate. "Don't touch, LSP."
I was amazed and laughed. "Is that a good laugh or a bad laugh, LSP?" It was good, and would it be OK to take some photos? "Sure thing," so I did. Who knew, certainly not me, that here in this Texan barn was a collection of cars, like works of art.
But what was the reason behind the collection, apart from the sheer good of the things in themselves? Why these as opposed to others?
Simple answer. They were the cars of his youth, after he'd left the Forces and two tours in Vietnam. He loved them then and decided to collect them now. I'll leave you to parse this not insignificant art philosophy.
Sultan Erdogan wasn't happy with his failed drive to expand his wannabe Caliphate further into Syria, his embarrassment at the hands of Vladimir Putin, and declining popularity at home. There he sat, a dismal failure with a wretched 41% approval rating, hardly the stuff of Ottoman Imperial glory. So the Sultan turned West.
Humiliated by Putin And Forced to Stand Under Catherine The Great
In a bold barbarian attempt at blackmail, Erdogan told the European Union that the billions they'd paid him in 2016 to keep millions of unemployed military aged males from their borders wasn't enough. No, they had to pay him more, and when they didn't he opened the Turkish border to Greece, the gateway to Europe and the ultimate prize, Rome itself. The Big Apple.
Asylum Seekers
The Sultan was apparently counting on the multicultural, diversity is our strength, Islam's a religion of peace weakness of the West and Greece in particular. He might have failed in Syria but by the Beard of the Prophet, Greece would be annexed by a sheer movement of people rolling over a hollowed out, supine people, ready and waiting to be dhimmi slaves of the Ottoman overlord.
Rapefugees With Ladder
So thousands of Afghans, Iraqis, Libyans, a few Syrians and the contents of Turkish jails were unleashed on the Greek border. Greece said no, you can't come in. The Moslems lit fires, threw tear gas with the help of Erdogan's operators, attempted to storm the border fence with makeshift ladders. And still Greece said no as Austria and Poland sent the beleaguered country reinforcements to man the border while patriots offered the Hellenes a Gurkha Greek Legion (GGL) to assist in the fight.
The Miserable Turkish Camp
As of yesterday, the Sultan has withdrawn his army from the Greek border to undisclosed locations in the barbarian hinterland, after torching its makeshift and miserable camp. A victory for Greece and the West, a resounding defeat for the Turk.
Is the fight over? No, a battle's been won and thank God for it, but the war continues.
If you follow the strange new modernistic lectionary you'll have heard the Magnificat this morning at Mass, Mary's exultant hymn of praise to God. My soul doth magnify the Lord, sings the Virgin to Elizabeth.
Consider the depth and power of the canticle and while we're at it, here's an Advent carol from the Cambridge crew.
Some argue that the West won't defeat the twin jihad of Secularism and Mohammedanism until its people recover their faith, which is the ancient, unconquerable Faith of the Church. It takes Spirit to defeat spirit or to put it another way, Charles Martel didn't forge his hammer in a vacuum.
It being the Feast of St. St. Francis, I drove across the dam to say Mass and the sky was huge, such is Texas.
Some say that Francis was a kind of hippy, although his hair was notoriously short, he didn't thieve and was a catholic Christian. Are the two synonymous? I'd say they are, at the end of the day and while we're at it, Europe is the Faith; thanks Belloc, for that.
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Of course the old Europe is fast denying the Faith and becoming something else in its great secularist experiment which has, oddly enough, a peculiar fondness for Islam.
Foretold, when you think about it, by Chesterton in the Flying Inn, wherein a cheerful band of heroes roam about England with a large cheese, lots of ale and a "pop up" Inn.
Say No To The NWO
In doing so they defeat an evil ruling elite which has embraced Mohammedanism and banned alcohol, much less pubs. Prescient stuff, GKC, and with the fierce ChesterBelloc in mind, will America take up the mantle Western Civ?
Good question and I'd argue, if the present howling, gnashing of teeth and wailing of the Left is any metric, that we are and have a chance of winning. So get your act together, GOP, defeat the antichrist globalist elite NWO and their Illuminati Hollywood shills and #ConfirmKavanaughNow
A Saint
But back to Francis. He may not have been a thieving hippy but he did, apparently, talk to animals. That sounds pretty freakish dreadlock, right? Not so fast, punters. Francis preached to the animals because he felt he got a better response from them than he did with his human congregations.
He also went on to try and convert the great jihad general Saladin. He failed, but the remarkable Moslem, and he was, gave the mendicant saint the True Cross or fragments of it, which the Islamic war horde had captured at the disaster which was Hattin.
Saladin
Moral of the story?
Don't be a hippy, strive to be a saint, scorn our globalist elite NWO overlords and ask for Francis' powerful intercession.
Lib heads are exploding all over the planet because the US Supreme Court's OK'd President Trump's travel ban on 5, yes, 5, Muslim countries.
Muslim terrorists from Iran, Libya, Somalia, Syria and Yemen aren't allowed free access to America so that they can blow it up, and libs are enraged.
Racism! they exclaim as their heads burst all over their NYT muesli. Really? Since when was Islam a race and what's wrong with barring people with a governing ideology, Islam , which wants to destroy your country, from moving into your country.
The only problem here is that the ban doesn't go far enough. Let's see Saudi, Qatar, Pakistan, Egypt, Turkey, Iran and all the rest banned from exporting their head chopping savagery.
Sorry, Mullahs, NWO globalists, Illuminati and sycophantic MillSoc libs, we're not going to submit.
As of this evening, over 150 people are reported dead in the latest terrorist attack in Paris by Muslims.
President Obama has denounced the atrocity as "an attack on all of humanity and the universal values that we share."
But that's precisely it, we don't all share the same set of values. Authentic Islam, following the example of its founder Mohammed, the Koran and the Hadith, is an ideology of violent conquest and enslavement that does not shrink from wholesale terror to achieve its end, namely, the subjugation of humanity.
Paris, tragically, saw that ideology in play tonight and we're reminded of it daily, in every country that's home to any sizable concentration of Muslims. There you will find all the barbarity of a 7th century tribal war cult, inflamed to white-hot fanaticism according to the ebb and flow of adherence to divinely sanctioned Jihad.
Stoning, crucifixion, torture, slavery, murder and terror are the currency of this ideology, anti-values sanctioned and encouraged by its founder. The West needs to wake up and recognize the threat.
France has closed its borders. Some might call that a day late and a dollar short.
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