Good Friday, A Warning

Behold the Cross

I wish you all a blessed and holy Good Friday, and to compound the penance, here's a picture of Nancy Pelosi with the "Andrus", at an Episcopalien water ritual somewhere in California.

Pelosi with the Andrus. Dangerous Space Creatures.

Pelosi and the "Andrus" are well-known, off-world, NWO shills. At all costs, do not let them into your house and be sure to do the exact opposite of anything they say. Failure to take this advice seriously has and will have disastrous consequences.

Be Careful,

LSP

Chrism Mass

Iker

I took a break from exotic game hunting to go to this morning's Chrism Mass at our cathedral, St. Vincent's, in Bedford; Bedford is a kind of suburb of Fort Worth. The Episcopal Church (TEC), which is suing our diocese for daring to say no to gay marriage, is keen to get its pink mitts on the cathedral. 

Pyrrhus

It'll be a Pyrrhic victory if they do. Millions of dollars spent on lawsuits to get an empty church, to say nothing of the moral downside.

Judas Betrays

Regardless of that, Bishop Iker preached an excellent sermon on the Last Supper, reminding us of our Lord's statement that one of those eating with Him would betray Him. "Is it I, Lord?" they asked. Apparently every one of them considered themselves capable of the crime. I'll leave you to draw the personal application, and the solution? Our Lord's Mandatum, to love one another as He loved us, acted out in the parabolic washing of feet. Powerful medicine against the snake pit of wickedness.

On that note, you may be glad to know I made my Confession. Not before time... all should, some must...

Blessed Holy Week,

LSP

Unholy Week

Gene Robinson & Mark

President Obama, Rainbow Ruler of the world's Magical Unicorn Herd, thought he'd get Holy Week off to a good start by inviting the most famous gay bishop ever, Gene Robinson, to give the closing prayer at the White House Easter Prayer Breakfast.

One of the Herd

Robinson, who broadcast the news via Twitter, was apparently surprised at the Rainbow Ruler's invite. OMG, Gene.

The question is, what God was he praying to? 

LSP

Bundy Ranch

Thanks, ZeroHedge

What's this! The Bureau of Land Management (BLM) has backed off on Operation Seize Cattle after... after... after it was revealed that the leader of the Senate's son had brokered a deal with the Chicoms to set up a solar power plant on the land. The phrase "sheer, brazen, lies," springs to mind.

Harry "Chicom" Reid

Seems that the BLM's official reason, to "save" the rare desert tortoise, holds about as much water as Sibelius having to step down as the leaderene of the HHS because of the rip-roaring success of Obamacare.

Desert Tortoise

Have a blessed Palm Sunday and Holy Week,

LSP

Hunt On

Legend has it that most of the world's Auodads live in Texas, as opposed to their native North Africa. That may or may not be true, but it's rare to get an invite to an Aoudad hunt and I wasn't slow to refuse. Good fun at a friend's ranch and a chance to shoot the wiley, skittish, North African mountain goat. So I loaded up the truck with guns and headed south.

Where's the pigs?

The first day we drove about in GWB's truck, scouting around, hoping for hogs and sure enough, a big black pig broke cover in front of the vehicle and out we got, fast as you like. Safety off, shoot! But the animal was moving fast and lived to fight again another day. Same story with a turkey, but this time a shot connected and the bird went down. Brisk business and a good result. Well done GWB.

Turkey

The next day it was Aoudads. We spent some time in a blind but didn't shoot. Long story short; it didn't seem right to take the shot and we packed up, full of Aoudad tension, to break for lunch, the plan being to get out again in the afternoon. I was going to skip, thanks to a deadline, but our Guide, TRF, (Top Ranch Foreman) suggested I come out for "a quick circle." 

LSP

Soon enough we were in the truck and on an Aoudad, half-hidden behind a bush on a bluff at around 150 yards. This was my shot and I didn't have time for another, thanks to the deadline, so it had to be right. I held on the animal's left shoulder and squeezed the trigger. Remember, it's not every day that you get to do this; was the shot on? Well, I didn't see the beast go down.

Well Done CML!

We clambered up the bluff to find out what had happened. I felt I'd shot high and missed but before long we found a significant amount of blood. The goat had been hit, but where was the body? Nowhere, apparently, and I began to think that I'd wounded it, which is a nightmare. But, if it had run off wounded, where was the blood-trail? It wasn't there. A disturbing mystery. 

GWB & TRF

My Wittgenstinian ally, GWB, solved it by looking over the edge of the bluff. Being a fan of formal logic, he'd worked out that the blood-trail must be where we weren't looking. The only place was over the bluff, and there it was, caught in its horns by a thicket; I'll leave you to enjoy the Abrahamic parallel. It wasn't large, but I'd killed it cleanly with a shoulder-shot and it was the animal that presented itself to me. 

MM got the Trophy

For me the hunt was over, but the rest of our party got to work, bringing in successively larger beasts as the day went on. The best went to MM, our hostess, who shot a trophy ram at 200 yards at the end of the day. What a good hunt! 4 shots, none easy, and 4 kills, the last being the best of all and that was as it should be; MM had given the invite.

Huge thanks to MM,

LSP

Confirmed!

Confirmand

One of the many benefits of living in LSPland is that you can give, and get, Confirmation instruction at the range. It's one of Lent's more pleasant duties and it gave me the chance to shoot a Tikka T3, chambered for .270. I liked it, but thought my Remington 700 had a bit more substance -- it's a bit heavier, for a start; I managed to shoot better with the 700, considerably so. Still, that was probably my fault, not the Tikka's.

Senator Yee

In other news, a member of the congregation, who'd just defended her dissertation on the political philosophy of St. Thomas Aquinas, disagreed with me when I suggested our Ruling Elites were somehow "corrupt." I didn't press the point, but I will leave you with California State Senator Leland Yee, who has been indicted for gun-running and corruption.

Shrimp Boy

According to Reuters, Yee was arrested along with Raymond "Shrimp Boy" Chow, a prominent figure in California's criminal underground. Yee is the third California State Senator to face criminal charges this year. He is an enthusiastic supporter of gun control.

I wish that that was all. But it isn't.

God bless,

LSP

Wrath of God

Heard tell hailstones big as bowling balls been smashing sunroofs in Denton. Wrath of God, friends.

Don't mess with this, fools.

Likewise, Putin, Russia's autocrat, unfurled the banner of the Madonna of Kazan over the Black Sea.

Don't mess with that, Banksters.

LSP

Alright There

So what's been going on in LSPland? Lent, obviously. Also some shooting and some not very successful small game hunting, but hey, it's good to get out in the field.

And some riding. About time too! 

I've been offered a Foundation Quarterhorse gelding and have a good mind to take it on, but first things first, let's meet the creature.

Have a blessed Lent,

LSP

Ordinary Russians Scorn Obama

Ordinary Russian

While Russian leader Putin's inner-circle have responded to President Obama's sanctions by calling the U.S. ruler a "prankster", ordinary Russians are responding in kind, banning "Comrade Obama" from their "amenities", such as workplace cafeterias and toilets.

Obama Sanctioned

Comrade Obama has so far held back from levying sanctions against strongman Vladimir Putin, who is described by some pundits as a "New Constantine."

Russian Street Art

Putin vigorously defends the Church, in contrast to Obama, who attacks it. 

Constantine

But seriously, who would ever have thought that Russia would end up as the defender of Christianity against godless prog left secularism? 

The spirit blows where it wills.

LSP

The Motherland Awakes

Thanks, Drudge.

Crimea has opted for Russia. It seems they don't want to be part of the EU secularlist supergaystate, but for an anti take, see here. In the meanwhile...

In other news, I've been offered a Foundation Quarterhorse gelding. Walk, trot, canter, gallop, RUN!

Ride on and keep a holy Lent,

LSP

Boss Hogg

Boss Hogg

The tires on my truck need replacing, so I went to Walmart to look at the Wrangler all-terrains. A kid moves in and stares real intently at the speakers on the rack next to the tires. There we are, I'm checking out the tires and he's dreaming, in Realtree, of audio power. 

car park carry-on

The kid picks up a "roll-back" woofer, holding it up to me in its box like an offering. He looks me in the eye, pauses for courage, and says, "That's what I'm talkin' about," and  I like him for that. He wants powerful sounds in his ride. I have all the approval in the world.

"Oh yeah," I say, with a nod, and we go about our separate ways.

I file this tale under "country life in Texas."

LSP

Lena Dunham, Clay Golem?

Clay Golem

So who is she, this "Lena Dunham"? Just a willing dupe-puppet of the New World Order? Or something more sinister? 

Lena

Like an Illuminati-controlled Clay Golem, conjured up with dark magic from inanimate matter by our Elite Overlords.

The Golem Feeds

Lena Dunham. Human NWO shill, or Clay Golem. You, the reader, be the judge.

LSP