Church of England Possessed by Rainbow Trans Demon?

Is the venerable but shrinking Church of England possessed by a rainbow trans demon? Evidence suggests that it is.

The declining denomination's decision makers, meeting in York, have voted four to one in favor of the small but influential Church adopting special trans naming ceremonies. 

These are worship rituals which celebrate and bless the new identity of a transsexual, including their name. For example, when Stephanie becomes Steve, she gets a blessing and so does Steve, when he fluidly transitions to Stephani. 

While the small and getting smaller Church of England encourages people to have sex changes by blessing the transition, it draws short at calling the new rituals Baptism. 

According to the BBC, “Such a service would not be a second baptism, however, as the Church’s teaching is that humans are made in the image of God – transcending gender – and baptism takes place only once.”

While equality advocates deplore the tiny denomination's refusal to fully acknowledge the new identity of transpersons by Baptism, they're encouraged by the Church's ban on "conversion therapy." The York Synod has even asked the UK's government to take steps to forbid the practice:

The Church of England has called on the government to ban conversion therapy and has condemned the practice, which aims to change sexual orientation, as unethical and potentially harmful.

Because the ancient but badly attended Church of England is possessed by a rainbow trans demon, persons of the gender fluid hive collective don't need conversion therapy when they get their sex change.

Over the rainbow,

LSP

Ride On

It was a pretty normal Saturday morning in this bucolic rural haven; strong coffee on the front porch and Morning Prayer, straight from the '28 BCP and thank you very much. But no sooner had I finished the Office than I heard the clatter of shod hooves and there was a column of horsemen moving briskly down the road, just a block off my position.

Some of the riders peeled off from the main body of horse and passed by the Compound. Why, what was it all about? I have no idea but the concept's good, get on your horse and canter about the town, which is something I've been wanting to do for a while. After all, this is Texas.

In other news, Melania's been turning heads in Europe, more of that on Monday, another "man" is giving birth to a child and there's been some sort of awfulness in a Vatican apartment and at St. Paul's, Knightsbridge.

Ride on,

LSP

Get On The Striper

I'll be honest, I've never been on a guided Striper expedition until today and I was wondering, at 0-Dark-Thirty, if it was worth the predawn call to rods. I needn't have worried.

I was immediately impressed by our guide, Pat, and his workmanlike boat, which had that air of I know what we're doing, you're going to catch fish, gentlemen, and sure enough we did.

After motoring out a short way into the gargantuan inland sea that is Lake Whitney, we anchored off an underwater point which showed an abundance of bait fish on the Hummingbird. Then he patiently explained the tactics. 

"Drop the line to the bottom and come up three cranks," he had the depth spot on, "Then put the rod in the holder and wait. When you get a hit, wait and wait again, patience, let that Striper take it down. Then he's yours, reel him in. Here, I'll bait your hook."

One live Shad three cranks up and I didn't have long to wait before the rod was bending double off the boat. Pick it up and wrestle with the mighty Striper, surging and fighting like the predator it is. But  14LB test and a sharp Kahle #3 proved too much for the Leviathan and up he came into the boat and a waiting cooler.

This went on, again and again, until we'd all limited out, after about an hour. Brisk action, I tell you, and it got to the point where Bass were hitting the bait on the way down, steam-training into the Shad with prehistoric aggression. 

It was like Jaws, especially when the monsters dived under the boat. Would it capsize and the hunters become the hunted? That didn't happen, fortunately, and all too soon it was time to head back to the marina where Pat cleaned the fish and I have to say, you couldn't wish for a better guide.

Needless to say, there's no shortage of fish in the fridge.

Tight lines,

LSP

Get On Parade!

This small farming community starts of Independence Day celebrations with a parade. 

The town turns out early to watch floats, horse buggies, ATVs, golf carts, tractors, game wardens, police, fire department and more. And lucky children get to pick up candy and popsicles thrown from the passing vehicles. Everyone's happy.

That's because everyone loves a parade and, in a perfect LSP world, the local militia would have marched along to the sound of drums, pipes and brass. Or, come to think of it, a squadron of cavalry would've been even better. As it was, there were a couple of riders on well turned out horses. 

A great result and small expression of something very American and good. Not that Blue Defender understood what was going on; I had to lock him inside the Compound where he growled at the passing "threats." Well done, fur-head.

Then the parade had passed and people went off to their homes to grill out and enjoy their freedom from the tyranny of England. And that's what I'll be doing, firing up the Weber and getting down to the serious business of hamburgers with the young 'un.

Have a great 4th!

LSP

Gone To The Dogs

You may not have heard that Prince Rupert of the Rhine's battle dog, Boy, was believed to be a witch's familiar. Boy was shot with a silver bullet by superstitious puritan fanatics at the unfortunate battle of Marston Moor.

My dog, Blue Royalist, isn't a witch's familiar but has run the risk of being shot for stealing fried pies, steak, cheese, butter(!) and the occasional chicken. Not very SKCM but we'll let it pass, for now.

Blue isn't going fishing this afternoon, he is staying at the Compound to guard the position against intruders, malfeasants and the various flotsam and jetsam of post-Obama America.

Tight lines,

LSP

CNN Gets Epic Trump Smackdown

It's not every day that you get back from church to find an inspiring video of our lying, corrupt, mendacious, elite, venal, rude, smug, hypocritical mainstream media getting the smackdown from the President.

Good work, Mr. Trump.

MAGA,

LSP

These Colors Don't Run

Which is a very good thing because it's raining furiously, in yet another chapter in the no holds barred War on Weather. Too bad, because the team was planning to go fishing but that's off the cards, who wants to get struck by lightning on Lake Whitney?

In other exciting news, check out Paul Joseph Watson's video on the hideous, totalitarian, dehumanizing fact of much of modern architecture. Buildings and cityscapes designed to atomize, alienate and destroy individuals  and communities so that all folds ineluctably under the control of the globalist super state. And note this.

The elites who are responsible for this wrecking don't live in the hells they've created for the masses. 

If you're interested in the subject, check out That Hideous Strength and the Abolition of Man by CS Lewis and Tom Wolfe's excellent From Bauhaus to Our House.

In the wake of the flood,

LSP

Archbishop of Canterbury Panhandling in Detroit!

Archbishop Justin Welby, leader of the worldwide Anglican Communion, may be a bishop but evidence shows that he's also an aggressive panhandler on Detroit's notorious 8 Mile Road.

Recent photographs reveal the toffee-nosed Old Etonian grifting for spare change outside of pawn shops in America's former Motor City and shamelessly soliciting motorists for money at traffic stops.

The Archbishop's begging has caused Detroit area legislature to pass a tough new law, the Aggressive Solicitation Prohibition Act.

“If you’re getting in and out of your car, and they come right up to you — I’ve talked to people who find that intimidating,” said sponsoring Representative Mike McCready, R-Bloomfield Hills, “And I think that’s where it crosses the line from a personal request to an intimidating request.”

Welby, who once worked for Elf Oil, became a Vicar in the Church of England and quickly rose to the coveted rank of Bishop before getting promoted to Archbishop of Canterbury, the CofE's sought-after top job. But his victory was short lived.

Thanks to dwindling congregations and poor bottom line performance, the Church of England's chief executive is on the streets of Detroit, pawning episcopal regalia and begging for money.

Whether Welby's desperate bid for money will reverse the fortunes of the declining Church of England remains to be seen.

Lambeth Palace has not returned calls.

God bless,

LSP

Kim Jong-Un Space Alien!

Thanks to a Sunday Sport exclusive via a well known art philosopher, we now know that North Korea's plump dictator is, in fact, a space alien.

The startling news came after NASA scientists ran sophisticated analysis on Kim Jong-Un's appearance and eating habits. This revealed the oriental despot's space hair, tongue and extraterrestrial fondness for cheese. All hallmarks of ET origin.

According to experts, Kim was sent to earth to destabilize the planet prior to invasion by an intergalactic battle fleet of aliens.

"Kim - or whatever his space name is - was sent to earth to destabilize things," stated Keith Lockward, Professor of Space Security at the University of West Lancashire.

You can read all about it here at the world's best tabloid.

Ad Astra,

LSP

Real News

By way of celebrating President Trump's SCOTUS semi-victory, I figured I'd cook up some curry. Look, don't get me wrong, that doesn't mean the Compound's getting weak on Islamic terror or that we're about to observe Ramadan in the Missions. It's just a curry, a chicken curry, that's all it is.

A month or so ago I couldn't have managed it because the medico had removed the gnashers. Gone, like the Clinton candidacy itself, and it was reassuring to visit the dentist today and discover that everything was healing as it should. 

You see, what they've done is screw two screws into the lower jaw. These will become "implants." Sounds nasty, doesn't it, and I have to say, keep your teeth if you can. Still, a good result; such is the miracle of modern dentistry. 

In other news, I decided to hone my skills as a journalist by interviewing the Cadet. You can watch this incredible footage here. And note this, unlike CNN and the networks, it's not fake news.

Shoot, Fish, Ride,

LSP

Mostly Bulls**t

Thanks to Project Veritas, the world now knows what everyone who isn't a Democrat has known all along, that CNN's faked-up pseudo reporting on President Trump's alleged "collusion" with the Russians is "mostly bulls**t."

Three outstanding members of the lying, corrupt, venal, mendacious, smug, rude, hypocritical mainstream media have had to resign from CNN and what can we say?

According to one source in DC, who prefers to remain anonymous, "CNN actively tried to oust a sitting Prez." What a crew of overmighty goof-off clowns. 

Karmic lashback aside, CNN has obviously been badly hacked by Kremlins. Whether FBI Mueller is a Russian plant and General Flynn was the victim of Muscovite payback remains to be seen.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Don't Be A Pathetic Lib, Fish

Now that the risible "Russians hacked the election" narrative is dying the death of a thousand failing PR spins, the team decided to go fishing. We'd tried Soldiers Bluff the day before and the young 'un did well with a good sized Hybrid but I struck out. Today would be different, I promised, at the dam spillway.

Sure enough it was. The water churned and foamed and we cast off with circle hooks and worms. A few minutes in and Boom! out came a decent Black Drum and we could see the Gar schooling off the current. Big excitement as the prehistoric looking river monsters circled and prowled like submarines in search of prey.

After a few false starts, as the fickle Gar took the bait, ran with it and then let go, I felt an encouraging tug on the line. That firmed up, the rod bent double and the fight was on; I thought I'd caught a Catfish but no, a big Bass broke the surface and tried to run downstream. Sorry fish, you're coming in and up came a decent sized Leviathan. Great result.

Then the Cadet started catching, Black Drum, and that's the main thing. You want kids to experience the action so that they get into the sport. Otherwise they'll be tempted to write it all off as a boring game of waiting for endlessly non-appearing evidence and give up. Or worse yet, be forced to retract the story altogether as a phony piece of CNN-style agitprop.

That wasn't the case today; it was fish on and thank you mighty Brazos for the opportunity.

Tight lines,

LSP