Hillary Clinton, Pantsuit Demon

If you Google "Hillary Clinton Pantsuit" you get 487,000 results. Quite a few, and there she is, grinning at you, like a millionaire socialist who's getting ready to privatise the air.

Then, if you Google "Hillary Clinton Pantsuit Demon" you get 534,000 results and a different picture emerges.

Pretty scary, eh? 

Do the math.

LSP

Putin is Genius

Via ZeroHedge -- Russia is smart. Vladimir Putin is genius. Moscow senses the opportunity that is almost tangibly floating about in the low crude price environment and appears to be ready to capitalize on it in a way that would reshape the geopolitical landscape exponentially.

Are we looking at ROPEC?

LSP

Blue Genius

If there's one thing that Blue Genius enjoys it's chasing after a tennis ball, so I lob them into the church hall from my kitchen workstation.

It makes a break from reading trenchant analysis of little Rubio's rat claw hands, Hillary's perfidy and the latest salvos in the war against Christian bakers.

Bake That Cake!

But here's the thing. If the Church of England is buried beneath the sands of the Red Planet, how much will it cost to excavate it and who will own it when it's dug up? Some say this implies a lawsuit.

Regardless, I'm off to hunt down some Confederate dinner plates and try some bank fishing on lake Whitney. You never know, I might even catch something.

This is a Tennis Ball in my Mouth, Not Marco Rubio

Cheers,

LSP

Alamo

Thanks, Matt Kennedy, for the f/book reminder.

LSP

Is The Church of England Buried? On Mars?

The search for extraterrestrial life has taken an unexpected turn, with NASA photos showing what appears to be the Church of England buried beneath the dust and rock of the Red Planet. 

SETI (Search for Extraterrestrial Life) experts have analysed photographic evidence taken by NASA's Curiosity Rover, revealing a cross that's barely visible above the surface of Mars. Some claim it's all that remains of the Church of England.

A Typical DLC Mess Scene Before Everyone Tips up And Gets Rowdy

"Everyone knows the CofE (Church of England) went red a long time ago," stated one SETI analyst, "but no one's been able to find it until now. It was buried under the martian sand, a freak storm must have uncovered its cross."

A ruined arch, that pundits believe is all that's left of the Worldwide Anglican Non Communion (WANC), lies broken in the red sand covering the nearby Church of England, a reminder of the denomination's past splendour.

According to UFO Sightings Daily, "This is a very unusual find and probably a significant discovery for some readers here that are religious."

Whether the Church of England will break free of the red planet and dig itself out of the martian dirt remains to be seen. It's leader, Justsin Welby, was unavailable for comment.

Ad Astra,

LSP 

Dallas Saint

Archbishop Dmitri died in 2011 and was buried, unembalmed. His body was transferred yesterday to St. Saraphim's Cathedral in Dallas. The body was found to be incorrupt.

Rod Dreher comments.

When the cemetery personnel opened his coffin, they found Vladyka Dmitri incorrupt.

That is to say, his body had not decayed. He has been buried for four and a half years under the Texas ground, and his body looks like it did the day he died.

This is a miracle. In Orthodox and Roman Catholic Christianity, it is seen as a sign that the deceased was, and is, a saint.

If you read The Brothers Karamazov, you may remember that whether or not the deceased Elder Zosima was incorruptible was a feature of the narrative.

I believe Dmitri was a genuinely holy man. He had a great love of Fr. Homer Rogers, some will know who I mean, and as I understand it was brought to catholicism (Anglican) by him, and then moved to Orthodoxy. But perhaps I'm wrong, they were certainly friends.

Dmitri shares the same name as the martyred Tsarevitch, who was also found incorrupt. And at the risk of irreverence, in strong contradistinction to our establishment pay-to-play ruling elites.

Let's have more sanctity, please, and less corruption.

You can and should read Dreher's article here.

God bless,

LSP

Flag Day

That's right, yesterday was Flag Day, Confederate Flag Day, so I did my bit by buying a Hood's Texas Brigade plate. Pleased with that.

One of the 4 readers of this so-called 'blog" even sent in a poem. It's a melancholy tribute, here's an excerpt:

For, though conquered, they adore it,—
Love the cold, dead hands that bore it;
Weep for those who fell before it;
Pardon those who trail and tore it:
Oh, how wildly they deplore it,
Now to furl and fold it so!

State's Rights,

LSP

Pistols at Night

I visited some church people the other night and blessed their compound. Then, after a delicious dinner of grilled to perfection venison, looked out at the stars from their back deck. It was tranquil, being out there in the country air without the noise and light pollution of the city.

And a good environment to open fire with a pistol on an old oil drum. Behold the explosive power of pistols at night! Great fun, not that I'm, ahem, childish or anything...

Thanks, D&L, for the hospitality.

Gun rights,

LSP

Running Mates?

Pundits are suggesting that Pompeius Redivivus Trump and Constantinus Novus Putin should form a Duumvirate and run jointly for the US imperial regalia. 

I'm not sure what that'd mean for Marco Rubio, who has been accused of having "rat claw hands." Probably nothing pleasant, and seeing as how this small kebab stand on the information superhighway is now focused on classical antiquity, ponder this.

Imperial Rome had at its peak a population in excess of 1 million people. This had shrunk to some 30,000, possibly less, by the 8th century A.D. Picture the view from the Palatine Hill over what had been the temporal center of the world, and imagine the sea of ruins stretching out to the Aurelian walls.

A sobering thought, for me at least, and some say a harbinger of things to come in the US. That would make Detroit a kind of model, or type, of things to come.

Maybe our next president will disprove these prophets and you never know, maybe Detroit will be great again.

Cheers,

LSP

Cursitor Doom Attacks Trump!

Celebrity Aleister Crowley lookalike, Cursitor Doom, popularly known as Giles Fraser, believes that Donald Trump "models the anti-Christ." Writing in the UK's Guardian, Doom gets all Book of Thoth on his Trumpian nemesis.

"On the poor, on appealing to fear, on telling the truth, on sexual ethics, on (not) loving his enemies, on making greed his God, Trump models the anti-Christ."

He does? By wanting to make poor people richer by getting them jobs, and calling out the bought and paid for cronyism in America's ruling political elite? Such a Satan. By saying that countries should have borders and Islam's a problem? Well that's evil and even worse, the man's a heterosexual with a hot wife. What. A. Sinner.

Pompeius Magnus Redivivus -- Note Gold

Still, Trump's obviously Pompeius Magnus Redivivus, though possibly richer, and no one's going to call him a saint. But anti-Christ? C'mon Doom, you're just mad that a really popular anti-lib might get into power and undo all the hard, well paid work that millionaire socialists have done to turn America into a larger version of Sweden. But that's by the by. More seriously, Cursitor Doom accuses America of worshiping itself, of idolatrous nationalist self-deification. 

Cursitor Doom

"The death of God," writes Doom, portentously, "comes in many diverse and peculiar forms. In America, it is the flag and not the cross that takes pride of place in the sanctuary."

There's a lot of God fearing, churchgoing Christians in America, many of whom take pride in their country and their flag and aren't ashamed to see it in the sanctuary. They also believe in the Gospel and think that Jesus is God, really God, and attempt to obey and live by the Scriptures while doing good by their neighbor.

Giles Fraser

Pretty basic Christianity, perhaps, but it is Christian and many of its adherents will vote for Trump, albeit reluctantly, because they see him as being on their side against corrupt big government and the aggressive anti-Christian secularism of the left.

If there's an anti-Christ in the room it's this latter party, not Trump, and you, Cursitor Doom, are on the wrong side. The side of Crowley, Sanger, Lenin, Soros, Hillary and the nihilists that want to destroy what's left of Christian culture in the West. 

You might want to think twice before slinging anti-Christ around, Rev. Doom, it might just rebound.

LSP

The Clinton Color Revolution

American politics is weird and getting weirder, as Gold Trump lines up for an epic face-off against Green Hillary. That's right, green. Some are calling it a color revolution.

Look closely at this photo of Hillary from the Super Tuesday primaries.

Clearly Visible Green Glow

Hillary emanates an otherworldly green aura that's clearly visible to the unaided eye. Where does it come from; is this the green light of murderous ambition and a decades old lust for power, or is there a physical explanation?

Like uranium, or the light that spills off of the Emerald City, suffusing the denizens of Oz with its viridescent glow.

Perhaps we should ask the monkeys. Or would that be the FBI?

Your Pal,

LSP

Inspiration!

Here's some Lepanto, to inspire:

White founts falling in the courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard,
It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his lips,
For the inmost sea of all the earth is shaken with his ships.
They have dared the white republics up the capes of Italy,
They have dashed the Adriatic round the Lion of the Sea,
And the Pope has cast his arms abroad for agony and loss,
And called the kings of Christendom for swords about the Cross,
The cold queen of England is looking in the glass;
The shadow of the Valois is yawning at the Mass;
From evening isles fantastical rings faint the Spanish gun,
And the Lord upon the Golden Horn is laughing in the sun.

Dim drums throbbing, in the hills half heard,
Where only on a nameless throne a crownless prince has stirred,
Where, risen from a doubtful seat and half attainted stall,
The last knight of Europe takes weapons from the wall,
The last and lingering troubadour to whom the bird has sung,
That once went singing southward when all the world was young,
In that enormous silence, tiny and unafraid,
Comes up along a winding road the noise of the Crusade.
Strong gongs groaning as the guns boom far,
Don John of Austria is going to the war,
Stiff flags straining in the night-blasts cold
In the gloom black-purple, in the glint old-gold,
Torchlight crimson on the copper kettle-drums,
Then the tuckets, then the trumpets, then the cannon, and he comes.
Don John laughing in the brave beard curled,
Spurning of his stirrups like the thrones of all the world,
Holding his head up for a flag of all the free.
Love-light of Spain—hurrah!
Death-light of Africa!
Don John of Austria
Is riding to the sea.

Thank God, and I mean that, for Don John. Returning the Prophet's battle flag was a mistake. 

LSP