Showing posts with label defeat and crush the NWO. Show all posts
Showing posts with label defeat and crush the NWO. Show all posts

Friday, March 31, 2023

Rain Books Dog

 



You never know what our Old Enemy the Weather will throw at you. Today it launched rain and for a time the heavens opened and there it was, sky water, beautiful. In the midst of it all a call came through, "Padre, can you help load up some shelves for the food bank?"

Sure I could and did, especially as it was right across the way from the Compound. Lo and behold, this good deed came with an unexpected benefit, as is so often the case, notably a set of medium sized bookshelves, "All yours, LSP."


Benzinger

Good, I needed these because of a recent influx of books from my dad's library. He was a a bibliophile and we've only just, after a decade, got around to moving the books from Dallas to the Compound. Net result? Many boxes of books on the floor of a guest room waiting to be shelved, a nightmare of unfinished business.

But after a few shelvish hours it was nightmare over and books off the floor, what an affordable result. In the meanwhile, the climate had changed too, bizarrely, our enemy is so unpredictable, and the sun shone from a clear, big, blue Texan sky.




Where is the dog? I asked myself. Downstairs, on the porch, in the bathroom, in a guestroom, in my room, going den behind the couch? No, none of these, Blue Veteran was nowhere to be found. So I climbed in the rig and drove around the area looking for the pup, and found him a couple of blocks away, grinning like a dog.

He was happy to be lifted into the truck and happier still for the adventure of it all. OK, he's an old dog, blind and deaf, but he still enjoys life. I feel I should take him out to the range to roam about and feel free, he'd like that. Is this overly sentimental?




On topic, do you think that those who read and keep libraries will be the kernel of civilization when our current demonic babel implodes?

Ex Libris,

LSP

Wednesday, May 18, 2022

Strapped Down

 


Here's the thing. My Dad, rest in peace, was no mean theologian and had a lot of books, a library of the beasts, to be honest. And I'd fondly imagined that this great collection of literary wisdom could remain stored at Dallas HQ. As a collection, if you like, but no.

The LSP sisterhood decided that the Library had to go, and so it has. I took the first and load of books to the Compound today and they'll be set up in the upstairs guest rooms. Good luck, guests, sleep meets 1st edition Anglo-Catholic genius.


Uncle at Eton

It's upsetting to take down this library, which represents one man's, my Father's, attempt at wisdom and to be fair he didn't hit far off the X Ring. We used to call it the "Rock Study," and so it was until now.


Rock On

Bibliophile,

LSP