Nutcracker

 

You no sooner get home to the mobbed mayhem of DFW's Terminal C than you notice Target, yes, Target, America's family store supermart, is up to its old tricks. That's right, they're pushing POC rainbow "Nutcrackers" and a POC Santa in a wheel chair, paraplegic Santa. Look, here He/Him is:

Wow, what a cutting-edge marketing strategy, picture the scene at Target Corporate, "Seriously, ths brand is tired, Target is yesterday's suburban mall has-been, like JC Goddam Penny, Sears or that supermarket no one even remembers, what was it? Yeah, Kroger and Piggly Wiggly. We need to shine or we go down into the trashcan of history."

Enter Erik Thompson, Target's Senior LGBTQIA+ Segmentation Strategist & Pride Lead, who goes by the username "gaycruella" on Instagram, "Time to whip out the ... Glitter & Hellfire ... flamethrowers and rip that old world to shreds darlings."

Round of stunned applause in the conference room and net result? Nasty Christmas ornaments which appeal to a tiny fraction of the nation and offend "that old world" which Target so badly wants to sell to and, apparently, "rip apart." Target must feel it's riding the rainbow unicorn wave of a revolution all the way to profit. But here's the thing.

Why hasn't the Old World, call it Christendom if you like, stood up to this risible affront to Christian sensibility, to say nothing of common sense. Lack of nerve for sure and more to the point, outright apostasy, and could it be that our major stores are run by the rainbow? Surely not, as if.

That in mind, if everyone who goes to church on a Sunday in North America were to boycott Target they'd be even more sunk than they are already.

Have at it,

LSP

Red Wave? Red Drizzle

 

Wow, remember the Red Wave? You know, the GOP tsunami that was going to sweep the commies outta the House and into the rainbow glitter gutter? Sure you do and words fail at the actual result; a miserable, pathetic, vapid red drizzle. So what went wrong?

I'll leave you, the experts, to answer that one but I will say this. The Mid Term Fiasco (MTF) will embolden the Unicorn and its handlers, so expect, in no particular order, moar Drag Queen Story Hour, moar War, moar partial birth abortion, moar asset-stripping, moar inflation and moar debt. That'll end real well, but at least bathrooms won't be binary.

And guess what. If you, the serf, dares to object to the multi-hued Elysian Field expect a friendly knock on the door at 4 am. Because, obviously, speaking out against our beloved Uniparty rulers isn't free speech, it's hate speech, and deserves to be punished in the name of our great democracy.

Sorry, constitutional republic. Speaking of which, I asked a pol phil prof at Baylor, "Have we become a banana republic?" He replied, sharp as a tack, "Oh no, we're hardly a republic, more a banana, surely." Quite.

Smart people are cleaning weapons, loading mags and throwing last year's furniture on the fire.

Invictus,

LSP

Yet More War

 

Religious leaders around the world, like Justsin Welby, Pope Francis and Foley improbably named Beach have condemned Russia's invasion of Ukraine. Quite right too, we hate war, but consider. Imagine you were Head of State, a veritable Vladimir Putin.

Imagine, and then consider your borders. Would you put up with, if you had a choice, a hostile power financing and controlling bioweapons labs in a neighboring state and threatening to join a military alliance against you? 

It sounds weird and preposterous, but that's exactly what we've been doing. Gay Pride Ukraine and big woke Trannie Corp's gonna take down monster Putin and turn Russia into a rainbow utopia.

A utopia in which you will WEF own nothing and be happy because your bathrooms are multisexual. That would be the West and the Zelensky Ukraine we're all cheering for. The Moscow Patriarchate says no, and so do Russia's MLRS which are pounding Karkov tonight with furious abandon.

Maybe the dividing line is simple if not easy. Who do we support, the apostate Rainbow West or its opposite?

Your Call,

LSP

Guns

 

"So why do you support the 2nd Amendment?" asked a betasoy reporter from the laughable Dallas Morning Morning News. I replied, quick as a flash, mind like a veritable steel trap, "Because freedom," and off he wandered into the untamed jungle of a gun show.

Truck Gun

Seriously, isn't the ability to defend yourself one of the hallmarks of a free society? Sure, we pass that on to the State and the police, but what happens when they turn against you, which of course has never happened ever in the history of ever.

Just Some Guns

More than that, why should some kind of nanny state be precisely that, a nanny treating its citizens as toddlers in a transsexual kindergarten. No guns for you, infants, you might hurt zhirself! So put on three masks and get vaxxed so you'll be all safe, until you die of a heart attack or worse from an experimental gene serum foisted on you by Big Pharma and agitprop MSM.

Typical Pistols

Likewise, why should we hand over, as though it was a good thing, our existence and well-being to a secular state run by an ultra rich transnational elite which regards us as so many pawns/dirtpeople/untermensch to be sacrificed on the altar of their power. Why indeed.

What's with the fancy coat, so-called "LSP"?

In this country we're blessed by the Founding Fathers who put the right to bear arms into the DNA of America, a very difficult stone to dislodge. And for those attempting to do so, a rifleman behind every blade of grass.

Shoot straight,

LSP

Mimetic Amusement

 

Perhaps this infographic's helpful.

Whatever the case, be careful out there.

After all, you never know who you'll run into.

Terrifying, what?

So hedge your bets and get one of these.

Cheers, and happy Feast of St. James,

LSP

Victory

Far-sighted readers of this inconsequential mind blog will know that the Diocese of Fort Worth has been in a protracted legal battle with the Episcopal Church. Why? 

Because we decided to break free of their rainbow embrace in 2008, so the enraged unicorn sued the diocese for all its money and assets. This belongs to us, the gaily colored beast hissed with a stamp of its lacquered hoof, and proceeded to lawyer up. That's the context.

I'll spare you the blow-by-blow, but after a decade plus of incredibly expensive litigation, Texas' Supreme Court ruled decisively in our diocese's favor last May. Sorry, unicorn, you're not allowed to steal all their stuff, was the gist of the unanimous ruling. Undaunted, the aggressively litigious Church of Tolerance got to work and appealed all the way to the top, to SCOTUS itself. And here's the punchline:

As of today, SCOTUS refused to hear their appeal. It's dead, sunk, lost. They don't get to thieve our property and money. It's not theirs, and no amount of chicanery, skulduggery and malfeasance, and there's been plenty, can make it so.

What a great result. It means our clergy and people get to stay in their Compounds, accounts intact. This is a relief to me, obviously. But more than that, it's a vindication of the Church of God and those Christians who've remained true to the Gospel and the Faith once delivered by Christ to the Apostles. 

The next step is this. Texas' Supreme Court will order the lower court in Tarrant county to enforce its May ruling. Then the games begin, as the enraged unicorn charges around the diocese attempting to recoup some of its enormous losses, as in cash.

We'll see how that goes, but I don't think the spitting fury of the horned glitter pony's going to go very far. In fact, it's rumored the disco ball quadruped's facing a bill for our insurance company's not inconsiderable legal costs. In the meanwhile, Te Deums sing out and we celebrate...

VICTORY,

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

Manicorn -- Warning, Graphic.

A well known member of the intelligence community has alerted me to a new threat, "manicorns."  

Typical Manicorn Park Scene

Experts suggest that manicorns are related to the horned predators we're familiar with today, which are possibly mutations of the medieval unicorn or another species altogether, such as the Baiste-na-scoghaigh of Scottish folklore.

If you google manicorn you'll find some 69,000 results. How many of these are in San Francisco and Austin is, at present, unclear.

Mind how you go,

LSP

Shoot! It's Spring

The day didn't start off well; I wasn't happy about the marketing stunt Walmart had pulled on its T shirts. These have been rebranded as "Extreme Sports Temp," in the hope that no one notices that once good T shirts are now flimsy rubbish. Way to go, Marketeers. So, to put things straight I put some guns in the rig and headed out to the range to celebrate the first day of spring.

As always, it was great to get out in the country with the guns, in this case an AR15, a Glock 21 and a Ruger American .22. Nothing too adventurous, just some relaxing target practice in the sunny Texan spring. And some pest control.

That's right, a unicorn had sneaked into the range and had to be dealt with. They're a menace, I tell you. Just look at their horns, they'll gore you, given half the chance.

So I didn't waste any time dealing with the threat. Will 5.56 and .45 take down a unicorn? Yes, they will and the Glock 21 proved especially effective at neutralizing the deceptively fluffy enemy at close range. Take that, unicorn.

Herd control over, I finished off with some gentle plinking against the range's steel plates. Remember to breathe, was my note to self.

Shoot over, it was time to head back to the Compound, mission accomplished and a good day had by all, except the unicorn. You can watch aspects of this curious adventure here.

Gun rights,

LSP

Churches And Pubs

England used to be known as Mary's Dowry because it had such a wealth of religious houses and churches dedicated to Our Lady and it still does. Two of those churches are Southwall Minster and St. Mary the Virgin, Nottingham.

Southwall Minster

The Minster isn't far from Nottingham and you can visit the monumental Norman church after reassuring yourself that Sherwood Forest does, in fact, exist. As I understand it, Cardinal Wolsey stayed at the Minster during his fall from grace and doubtless sat on one of the remarkably well preserved 14th century misericords in the quire. 

Chapter House

Parliamentary horse were also barracked in the church at the end of the Civil War and miraculously didn't smash up the interior in a fit of puritan zeal. After marveling at the stonemasonry in the Chapter House, you can fall back to several pubs. 

The Admiral Rodney

The Team favored the Admiral Rodney, with its cosy fireplace and big bang for the buck ploughman's lunch. What a good pub, check it out if you're in Southwall.

St. Mary's

St. Mary the Virgin in central Nottingham isn't shabby either, a soaring perpendicular gothic church with fine Anglo-Catholic revival altars. I imagined the liturgies that took place in the sanctuary and chancel, with their quiet power to lift heart, soul and mind to God in conjunction with the architecture of the place. 

Mary Chapel

It's high, literally, and invites the soul to ascend to its creator. For now, the incense, plainsong and choreography of the ancient Western Rite have gone. Perhaps, one day, all this will return, along with the rough and ready natural catholicism of the English themselves.

High Church

Uplifted by St. Mary's, stroll over to Nottingham castle. Yes, like Sherwood Forest, there is one, and visit the Olde Trip to Jerusalem, which claims to be one of the oldest pubs in England. Then, as you drink your pint(s), have a go at the pub's famous ring and horn game, in which you attempt to swing a brass ring onto a horn attached to the wall. 

LSP on the Olde Trip

It took me a few goes but after a while the right ballistics chart fell into place and the ring found its target. Have a go, don't be shy, and feel absurdly pleased with yourself if you achieve the objective.

A Typical Unicorn

Speaking of ring and horn games, the venerable Church of England has rejected a report by its bishops stating that marriage is something that's confined to men and women. I'll resist the temptation to accuse the Church of England's Synod of being taken over by rainbow riders, unicorn wranglers and dhimmwits.

God bless,

LSP

It's a Wrap

Driving to the metrosprawl down the kamikaze Corridor of Fame, I35, is never fun but sometimes you have to do it. For example, perhaps you have to get presents for people, the kind of gifts you can't get at Walmart or the pawns.

NICE

So I took life in my hands, climbed in the rig and drove to Dallas on a quest for gifts. That meant a bookshop.

NOT NICE

North Park mall, insane traffic, a return to HQ and placing the carefully chosen items under the tree. I thought it looked good, Christmas style.

NICE

There also seemed to be a lot of presents this year, far more than usual. Why is that? The answer's obvious, there's a new sheriff in town. More gifts for everyone in...

#TrumpsAmerica

LSP