Sunday, April 28, 2019

Resurrection - Evolutionary Leap



Are you incapable of serious thought, so-called "LSP"? Good question and for the most part, yes. So it's a good thing there's people out there to do the heavy lifting, like Benedict XVI. He describes the resurrection as an "evolutionary" or "ontological leap." From Jesus of Nazareth Pt. II:

Perhaps we may draw upon analogical language here, inadequate in many ways, yet still able to open up a path toward understanding...we could regard the Resurrection as something akin to a radical evolutionary leap, in which a new dimension of life emerges, a new dimension of human existence. Indeed, matter itself is remolded into a new type of reality. The man Jesus, complete with his body, now belongs totally to the sphere of the divine and eternal.

He continues.

Essential, then, is the fact that Jesus' Resurrection was not just about some deceased individual coming back to life at a certain point, but that an ontological leap occurred, one that touches being as such, opening up a dimension that affects us all, creating for all of us a new space of life, a new space of being in union with God.

In brief, the risen Christ is Man taken up to a wholly new level of existence, physical and bodily yet transformed and radically other through total communion with God. He has transcended death, much less the constraints of time and space.

Thomas touched this and worshiped. 

God bless,

LSP

Saturday, April 27, 2019

Fish




The day dawned clear, bright and full of hope. This was Saturday within the Octave of the Resurrection and invincibility came with it.




After Mattins a cowboy pastor swung by and we visited on the porch. "What's that new flag," he asked. "That'd be the Bonnie Blue," I replied. He liked it and we fixed a date to ride.




Business over, it was time to fish so I drove into the wilderness in search of the piscine adversary. Lake Whitney dam spillway was like Piccadilly Circus, maybe the Marina would be better. No, it was flooded by our ancient enemy, Global Warming.




Undaunted, I headed back to the dam and tried my luck, pulling out a couple of drum in the process while everyone else focused on catfish. They did well, too. All kinds of families will feast on catfish for the next year or two.

But not me. I left the scrum after the first couple of catches and headed for home, thanking God for Texas and the opportunity to fish.

Yours,

LSP

Friday, April 26, 2019

Friday Infographic



As someone once said, "There's a lot of truth packed into that diagram."

Here at the Compound we hope you enjoy this educational infographic as much we do.

Gun rights,

LSP

Fly The Flag



It seemed right to upgrade the flags at the compound and that's exactly what happened, prompting one noted nature theologian to comment:

#porch #MAGA
Like, make America great again... by giving back to the STATES their rightful SOVEREIGNTY.
I'm looking at you, "Biden" and Bootyjugjug.

Sounds like a Cause, eh?

States Rights,

LSP

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Σκάνδαλον



Via Zero:

The time for an accounting has arrived for former senior members of the FBI and Intelligence Community. They aided and abetted in propagating a false narrative about the Trump campaign colluding with Russians, accused the President of the United States of being a “traitor,” and misled the American people. 

Payback? About bloody time, and you can read the whole thing here.

Drain the swamp,

LSP

Mug Shot



Surely this powerful infographic speaks for itself.

Your Pal,

LSP

Meanwhile In Opposite Land




Via WannabeAnglican and we can but dream. No, on second thoughts, call out these hypocrite, canting, MillSoc shills for the NWO stooge clowns they are.

And lock her up.

Thank you,

LSP

Flood Pain



The plan was simple, elegant even. Celebrate Easter in Dallas with family then fall back to the Compound to fish and shoot.  What a good plan and phase one went perfectly, great result. Then the wheels fell off the wagon.




Around 3 am, the heavens began to roar and arc as rain crashed down on rural Texas. Sound and fury wasn't in it and the assault continued with unabated ferocity well into the morning. There's a lull, for now, but the sky's dark with menace.




Of course most of this small farming community's been washed away in the flood though the Compound still stands. A miracle? Perhaps, but fishing and shooting are off, phase two's a washout.




So the monkey snarls in frustration, barring its fangs and beating on a Hillary doll while neighboring peacocks shriek in avian rage. Blue Deluge takes it in stride, he knows that one day the rain will cease.

Wake of the flood,

LSP

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Money's On The Monkey



It's all going on, Hillary's bizarrely missing emails found in Obama's White House, traitor Brennan, approaching panic mode, Juicy! Smollette's legal team being sued for outright stupidity and HRH inviting the Grand Commander for a state visit.


We love that, here at the Compound, and want more of it. Special relationship, sort of thing. Bipartite Pact.




But of course the left's howling, they always do, such gnashing of anarcho-marxist teeth. Whatev. Suck it up, buttercups, the revolution begins at closing time. That's right, closing time on the FISA coup conspiracy. But choose your ticket. 

Not a betting man but money's on the monkey, what?

LSP