Showing posts with label Moslem invasion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moslem invasion. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 25, 2026

The End Of The World

 


D'ye think, dear readers, that the way we live now is destined to be the way we live forever? Of course you don't, but everyone else seems to be sleepwalking into oblivion. Just a few stats: The US is some 40TN$ in debt at interest. Fertility rates across the West are below replacement. Our art and architecture are bottom of the pile rubbish. 

And on topic, 100s of thousands, millions even, of military aged Moslems have been imported into what was once European Christendom. In the meanwhile, if you dare question your taxpayer funded replacement you're locked up in the UK. And on, and on.




You'll notice this too, there's no metaphysic or theme overarching our culture, no cultural heroes. And no wonder, we've done away with that colonial oppression in pursuit of freedom, as in there is no objective truth because such a thing would impose oppressive barriers or limits on our autonomy. Net result? Everything's cheapened and reverted to bestial, brute force and appetite, aka consumerism, rules.

Where will this Luciferian project end? In chaos, collapse and balkanization, not unlike the later Western Roman Empire, when you think on it. Here in the States we'll be shielded because we haven't collapsed to the nihilism of the Left, we still believe in patriotism and all of that, unless you're a Democrat. In Europe? Not so much.




Stand by and watch cities like Bradford and Birmingham in the UK declare Sharia UDI, watch the fightback, it'll be messy when it comes. But here's the thing, all you EthnoNats who don't read this mind blog, if your precious culture is based on the cult or worship of the Church and you don't have that, then what use are you? OK, so reclaim the metaphysic, in the same vein, reclaim the Faith which undergirds it. But this is high level stuff.




More practically, you might consider homeschooling your kids, encouraging them to enter the trades, bypassing our absurd university scam, growing your own food and learning how to shoot, fish and ride. Also, remember this, and it's proven. Communist terrs in Rhodesia were way less likely to attack a farm that was defended than one which wasn't. Then Great Britain sold those people down the river, despicably. Put not your trust in princes.

Cheers,

LSP


Thursday, July 30, 2026

Get Out There

 


Get out there, but to do what, shoot guns, fish, sight-see and all of that? No, to visit the sick, in this case a man in the final stages of ALS, which is an awful disease. I administered Last Rites or Extreme Unction and he told me, afterwards, in a whisper, that he was "ready to go." What a good man and I pray for a miracle; you might pray for him too, his name's Jimmy and he's a vet who was awarded the Purple Heart in Vietnam.

Visit over, I headed back to HWY 6, Meridian and home via all kinds of rocky paths. I tell you, my friend lives in an interesting place, with cactus hills, mesquite and hilltop mansions, and you can picture the Commanche lookouts on the hilltops. Fortunately there were no savage Commanche, but I did drive through a small herd of Black Buck Gazelle as I rode to the gate. Exotic, and I'm sure you get the picture.


typical Black Buck Gazelle
 

In utterly unrelated news, some 80,000 Moslem savages have crossed into Spain's North African city, Cueta, facing Gibraltar. The border simply collapsed and the Communists in Madrid have done effectively nothing to stop the flood, what a surprise; something similar's happening in Melilla. Reports indicate Spain's police and army have stood down in the face of the invasion. Again, what a total, never would have guessed it surprise.


savages

Unwelcome surprise aside, pity the poor people in Cueta and Melilla, betrayed by their beloved nihilist Socialist Rulers. Perhaps, somewhere in Spain, there's someone ready to rise up and save their nation. Let's see, it's happened before. In the meanwhile pray for Jimmy, he's a good man.

Best,

LSP