Advent Begins

 

Behold the start of a new liturgical year, the first Sunday of Advent, as we prepare to celebrate the coming of salvation into the world at Christmas. With this, our minds are drawn to the second Advent when Christ will return to judge the quick and the dead and the world by fire on the great and terrible Day of the Lord. It will come upon us like a thief in the night, like the deluge in the days of Noah. So watch, be vigilant, prepared. 

To that end, cast off the works of darkness and put on the armor of light, it's a matter of urgency. But that's enough LSP, here's Farrer for real wisdom:

OUR journey sets out from God in our creation, and returns to God at the final judgement. As the bird rises from the earth to fly, and must some time return to the earth from which it rose; so God sends us forth to fly, and we must fall back into the hands of God at last. But God does not wait for the failure of our and the expiry of our days to drop us back into his lap. He goes himself to meet us and everywhere confronts us. Where is the countenance which we must finally look in the eyes, and not be able to turn away our head? It smiles up at Mary from the cradle, it calls Peter from the nets, it looks on him with grief when he has denied his master. Our judge meets us at every step of our way, with forgiveness on his lips and succour in his hands. He offers us these things while there is yet time. Every day opportunity shortens, our scope for learning our Redeemer’s love is narrowed by twenty-four hours, and we come nearer to the end of our journey, when we shall fall into the hands of the living God, and touch the heart of the devouring fire.

 

Touch the heart of the devouring fire.

God bless you all,

LSP

Black Friday

 

You know what it's like, the day after Thanksgiving, so what do you do? Head to the stores in search of great deals, or something like that. You probably headed off to Macy's, Harvey Nic's and Tiffany's to find a great bargain. Me? Brookshires and Walmart to find cut price rib roasts. You see, what happens is this. After Thanksgiving these place discount all their leftover roasts and you can snap 'em up cheap. Good call, right?

No, epic fail. All the affordable roasts were missing, someone must have looted them, so I contented myself with Walmart's own brand "Sliced Swiss," it's not bad, stupidly cheap white wine, also not bad, and what claimed to be free range eggs, along with some 90 cent candles.

Black Friday foray over, I fell back to the Compound to contemplate the mission. Yes, a success, but what if I'd bought beef? Failure and bankruptcy, and here's the thing. 47 keeps telling us the economy's booming, how very awesome and I'm sure it is. But why, then, is the cost of groceries up, and up, and up? Like beef, which has what, tripled in price? And everything else.

It's as though there's a financial gap between White House pronouncements and life as we live. To put it simply, we're not getting any more money and everything costs more. I put this to Ma LSP and she replied, ever sharp, "You do understand the people saying these things don't actually buy groceries." Well yes, there is that. 

Who knows, perhaps tariffs, abolishing income tax and deporting millions of third world welfare savages will provide relief. Regardless, maybe next week's a better time to check for discounts.

Vaguely on topic, can any of you recommend an air pistol for backyard plinking/pest control? Serious question.

Your Pal,

LSP

Free The Slaves

 

Check it out, here's a video:

Reports are coming in from all over the province.

Cattle are restless. Trucks are rumbling.
The Legislature lights flickered.

The Most Albertan Man in the World has returned. pic.twitter.com/Ft0RtJRAY2

— Rise Of Alberta (@RiseOfAlberta) November 26, 2025

And hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. All about medium rare roast beef here, delicious.

Cheers,

LSP 

Happy Thanksgiving

 

There's a standing rib in the oven, Yorkshire pudding batter's in the fridge, potatoes are getting ready to roast and it's all go, I tell you. So, see you on the other side. In the meanwhile, here's a short prayer:

Almighty and gracious Father, we give thee thanks for the fruits of the earth in their season and for the labors of those who harvest them. Make us, we pray, faithful stewards of thy great bounty, for the provision of our necessities and the relief of all who are in need, to the glory of thy Name; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Ghost, one God, now and forever. Amen.

 

God bless,

LSP

Quality Control

 

No more transing kids.

No more open borders.

No more grift.

No more Moslem savages.

No more commies.

No more Fed.

No more IRS.

No more Rainbow Moloch.

No, no more of that, and what will it take? Let's see, please, at least one arrest. Just one would be good. We're waiting.

See you in Clubland,

LSP

Time To Go

 

Let's see it,

LSP

Oh Dear

 

You know what it's like. You're feeling at a bit of a loose end because it's Friday night in Lincoln, so whaddya do? Drive over to the Bishop of Lincoln's place to hang out with your prelatical pal and get into a glass or twenty of the right stuff. Then what? That's easy.

Drive the bishop's Kia, ahem, Sportage down the road to your sad little vicarage and crash it, mas gusto, into a Brit film star's boyfriend's Skoda, writing the nasty Sportage and the wretched Skoda off at one fell swoop. And, by the way, you've somehow managed to lose your shoes in the process. Huh.

Oops

Some kind of joke? No, just another true story from the venerable if shrinking Church of England. It seems Rev Hughes Carew, onetime Church House apparatchik decided to get it on for his birthday. Fair play, let the bells ring out, as they apparently did from a nearby church. And then?

Haul over to your pal's palace, Bishop Stephen Conway. It's Friday night, it's your birthday, live it up, get it on, lose your shoes, climb into the bishop's car, drive it half a mile down the road, hey, it's close, and smash into a celebrity associated Skoda. Boom.

St. Hugh of Lincoln

Rev. Carew was evidently educated at the appallingly establishment Westcott House in Cambridge, the Venerabile in Rome, curiously, and seems to have majored in yoga and church bureaucracy. He's now facing a driving ban and disbarment from the priesthood. 

The Bishop of Lincoln, Hughes' drinking buddy, remains very largely in place, and claims Rev Hughes took his nifty if unpleasant Kia Sportage without permission. What can we say?

1. Judge not lest ye be judged. Yes, there is that. 2. Don't drink and drive. It's potentially deadly. 3. Don't hang with the Bishop of Lincoln. If you do, keep your shoes on. 4. Don't be a dam mountebank and give ammo to the enemy. We're assuming, dangerously, that Hughes+ and +Lincoln aren't actually on the enemy's side. And on. So.

I, for one, hope that Hughes recovers from what has to be a terrible hangover and that the Bishop of Lincoln learns his lesson too. As in, get a driver. It's simple. Man in hat in Daimler drives ridiculously shoeless cleric back to his unpleasant little house. No. Harm. Done. Or of course you can always get an Uber.

St. Hugh of Lincoln, pray for us, it's clearly needed.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

What Excellent Posters!

 

Popular British comedian Ricky Gervais is at it again, promoting his vodka brand with a series of street art billboards on London public transport, mocking the capital city's rampant crime.

Over 16,000 knife crime incidents in London were reported to the police in 2024/25 and, according to the Daily Express, some 80,000 phones were stolen in 2024 alone.

According to the UK's 2021 census, there were 1,318,755 Moslems living in the greater London area, or around 15% of the population. The Mayor of London, Sadiq Khan, is a Moslem. What could possibly go wrong.

Well done, Mr. Gervais, keep 'em coming,

LSP

Christ is King

 

The Alpha and Omega, beginning and end in whom all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell. Absolute Sovereign over all, visible and invisible. But how, we ask ourselves with Benedict XVI, does our King exercise His power? With glittering regiments of cavalry and legions of angels?

No, on the Cross, in an act of total, perfect sacrificial love. How Satan must have laughed; God's Chosen, the Holy One of Israel, the Messianic King dying as a tortured criminal, nailed to a cross. Hear the demonic laughter, hear, too, Satan's shriek as our Lord rises victorious from the dead, bodily. Yes, His throne is the Cross, His triumph the empty tomb.

God give us grace, as loyal subjects, to follow Him. Yes, to the cross and from there to risen life, free of the power of death and Hell. In the mild words of our governing Collect:

Almighty and everlasting God, whose will it is to restore all things in thy well-beloved Son, the King of kings and Lord of lords: Mercifully grant that the peoples of the earth, divided and enslaved by sin, may be freed and brought together under his most gracious rule; who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end. Amen.

 

Be careful out there and God Bless,

LSP

What Did Romans Look Like?

 

We all want to know what the Romans looked like, and all we've got are these marble statues. Augustus, Nero, Claudius, Septimus Severus, Caracalla, Marcus Aurelius, Constantine himself and on. Result, these give us a picture, and mostly we think a lifelike one, of imperium, but what did these rulers of the world, and perhaps more importantly their subjects actually look like?  Thanks to a ring found near Rome in 2000 AD we have a glimpse.

The ring's remarkable for its holographic properties, displaying the face, perhaps, of Titus Carvilius Gemello, buried in the same tomb as his noble mother, Aebutia Quarta. Whether the image on the ring is Aebutia's son or not, it was found on her finger when the tomb was reexamined at the turn of the Millennium.

I call Aebutia, not Titus

Specific identity aside, this remarkable ring shows us what at least one Roman looked like, whether it's the image of Titus, his Mother or someone else. The image is heroic, I think, as well as haunting. Sic transit and the days of man are but as grass.

DFTR,

LSP

PS. Dear readers, did you know the Romans could do holograms? Huh, now we know.

Ice Age Catastrophe

 

Climate boffins at the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the University of California, San Diego, believe that Global Warming is about to usher in a new Ice Age because melting glacial ice will cause ocean currents like the Gulf Stream, which carry warm water to the Northern Hemisphere, to stagnate. 

This, say the experts, will cause a massive, catastrophic drop in temperature, especially on the US East Coast, as well as the UK and Europe, where weather conditions will soon resemble Arctic Canada with temperatures dropping by as much as 60 degrees Fahrenheit.

Oops, there goes New York. What a horrible tragedy.

What a disaster. It'll be far, far colder in the very near future, especially if you live in places like Martha's Vineyard, London, Dublin, Brussels or Calais, where once green and verdant pastures will resemble the frozen, wind blown steppes of Canada. 

Consider the irony of the Green Zone suffering the very fate it worked so hard to produce, deindustrialization. How, dear friends, will they pay for their immigrant votes when their factories are frozen blocks of ice? With cheap imports from Russia? Hardly. The US? Of course, we'll gladly heat the homes of our vassals, at a price.

That aged well

In the meanwhile, Russia continues to advance in the hideous Ukrainian proxy war, peace talks are vaguely in the air; the UK has the highest electricity costs of any developed nation, and 47's suggested Germany shoulder the burden of NATO defense. Is this latter some kind of off-ramp for US disengagement from European defense? 

Perhaps, why should we spend literal fortunes on defending countries which loathe, hate and despise us. Because Russia will take them over, ban transing kids and levy a flat tax, instead of rainbow hued wealth redistribution?

What an unpleasant unit patch

Maybe so, but it's all hypothetical because the EU didn't pay enough tax to prevent it turning into a frozen block of ice. Neither did Martha's Vineyard. Oh well. Parting shot. Is Alexandr Dugin a new Berdyaev or something else? 

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Musical Interlude

 

Do you like Cole Porter? Maybe you'll enjoy this tribute or, if you're more mechanically minded, the good old Ground Hogs:

Heh, what can I say, bikers... moar later.

Cheers,

LSP