Showing posts with label Grace Slick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grace Slick. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 7, 2023

People Of The Lie

 



Do you remember the worst threat to our nation's governance and self-determinant integrity since Pearl Harbor itself? Yes, of course you do, that heinous act of sedition, insurrection and attempted rebellion which took place on January 6, 2021 in Washington DC.

There they were, Proud Boys,  the Jamiroquai guy in a bison hat and many, many more, all daring to storm the Capitol building. It was like Fort Sumter all over again but maybe worse, the attempted overthrow of this great Constitutional Republic by literal, brazen Fascists. How dare they protest our famously free, fair, utterly uncorrupt electoral process and the very rule of law itself.

The literal, brazen, breathtaking temerity of it all, but unsurprising given that Trump is a Nazi Russian spy. Of course his handlers in the Kremlin would encourage their own benighted Red color revolution on his watch. So let's thank Rainbow Carbon Zero Gaia and the Uniparty that the agents of sedition were thwarted and now rot in jail.




Kyrie Eleison. What. A. Crock. Geobbels would be proud at the sheer PR, marketeer audacity of it all. Everyone knew they were lying and now we double know their deceit because Tucker's running the tapes. Will it matter, will anyone be held to account?

Don't hold your breath and in the meanwhile, people are locked up because of this lying, faked up, profiteering, arrogant, tyrannical, self-serving mendacity.




Isn't it illegal to hide exculpatory evidence? I tell you, their Father is Satan.

Hang 'em High,

LSP


Monday, June 20, 2022

War Leader

 

Right Up There in Kookville


Well here we are on the brink of World War III, so thank Gaia we've got an Administration that's serious about warfighting leadership. You see, readers, going trans from the admiralty on down increases force lethality, go right ahead and ask 4 Star Rachel Levine.

If we haven't reached peak insanity we're very surely near.

Riders of the Rainbow,

LSP

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Up She Rises


Just look at all those Commies! But seriously, imagine, for a moment, what things will look like here when the wheels go off.




Your Pal,

LSP

Sunday, August 5, 2018

The Hippies Went Down To Portland



Well, well, well, the hippies went down to Portland. Some of them were going to abolish ICE and the nation's borders because, you know, without a border there'll be an anarcho-syndicalist revolution that's gonna overthrow the Man.


Grace Slick With Some Deadbeat

So the hippies set up a camp outside the ICE house and stayed there forever because Portland's Democrat Mayor wouldn't let the police arrest the filthy, thieving, unclean, aggressive, reeking hippies. Then the Man told them to go and off they went but they left this, en lieu of overthrowing the State.


A Typical Hippie Encampment

Here's the Wall Street Journal:

Along the trolley tracks behind the U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement field office, a biohazard cleanup crew works under police protection. It finds used needles and buckets of human waste simmering in nearly 100-degree heat. The smell of urine and feces fills the block. For more than five weeks, as many as 200 people had occupied the site to demand ICE’s immediate abolition. They’re gone now, but a community is left reeling. Thirty-eight days of government-sanctioned anarchy will do that.


1st Battalion Garbage Cans

In related news, violent hippies tried to stop Patriot Prayer in Portland and deployed the 1st Battalion Garbage Cans. 1 BGC failed to live up to promise and ran away in the face of "flash bangs." 


Trash

Whether they duct taped their garbage cans together for waste disposal is currently unclear.

Spartacus,

LSP

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Deluge



Thunder and lightning cracked the sky, shaking the house while  sleet whipped against its weathered wooden walls. That's right, thundersleet, the opening salvo of a Scandanavian death metal band and all at zero dark thirty.




I had to shout at Alexa, Alexa Jones, "ALEXA, TURN OFF WHITE RABBIT." What was the point; you couldn't hear Grace Slick anyway, over the fury of the elements.




One cup of hot tea later, the team was in the rig and advancing to contact through the flooded streets of this once tranquil rural Texan haven. Good thing we had a truck. Then, at an obligatory stop for coffee at the Shamrock Pick 'n Steal, the thundersleet crashed down.




BOOM. It was like a sledgehammer or the Russian guns on the Oder front. But the barrage subsided after an earsplitting frenzy. I reassured the cowering Pick 'n Stealers, stand steady! all the while calmly sipping coffee from a Yeti mug. You can't show fear, it spreads panic.

Then it was back to the Compound through the flood. Armed? Better believe it.


LSP

Saturday, June 13, 2015

The Airplane, Hippies Are Thieves


You learn a lot at the St. Michael's Conference, and one of the things that I learned was that one of our faculty members had been a dancer for the Airplane at the Fillmore. She's a Franciscan now, but back then was in with Grace Slick and the gang.

She told me she'd been invited to join a commune, somewhere in San Francisco, but turned the offer down when she discovered that she would have been the only member with a car, a job, and a check book.

Grace Slick

This illustrates the old adage that Hippies are thieves, and when you run the numbers they don't add up.

Standing on the Runway Waiting for Takeoff

Speaking of the Airplane, the liturgy can be compared to a flight of planes that sets off on a mission. Sometimes one or more of the planes gets lost and starts to spiral out of control, who knows where they will end up. Perhaps they will disastrously make a wreckage of not only themselves, but the entire mission. 

Rescue the Mission

Then, when the craft lose altitude and threaten to bring the whole endeavor of the Mass to a groaning, grinding, inchoate crash, cool hands are needed and the mission needs to be brought back on track.



This can be done. 

As you were, carry on,

LSP



Monday, September 22, 2014

Horsing Around



Some of my parishioners are afraid I'll come off the horse(s) and die. "Don't go so fast, Padre!" they say. They are serious horse people.

Parishioner

I reply, "Don't worry, if things get tippy I'll just hold onto the pommel thing." 

"Saddle horn," they reply.

Grace Slick

Walk, trot, canter, gallop, run!

Arm the Kurds.

LSP

Thursday, September 18, 2014

SECEDE


"Governments derive their just powers from the consent of the governed... Whenever government becomes destructive to life, liberty, or property [i.e., the pursuit of happiness], it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it... It is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security." 
— American Declaration of Independence (1776)




Maybe the time has come. A lot of Scots sure seem to think so, and Spaniards, and Ukrainians and Texans, to name just a few.


What's going on, why would this be? Because our governments are so obviously beneficial to us? Like, we're getting so much benefit from Washington here in Texas.




But "what difference does it make?" Not very much if you like being ruled by Hillary Clinton and her poverty-stricken friends inside the Beltway.




Don't get me wrong, I love Great Britain and Scotland too, but my take, for what it's worth, is that Texas should hold a referendum. Run Wendy Davies and her crew of carpetbaggers out of town and confederate with the sane Western states. 


Shill

Rumours that Justin Welby, Archbishop of Canterbury, is a sock puppet controlled by a sinister Bilderberger trifecta of Soros, Buffet and Bill Gates, are true.

That is all,

LSP