Clown Show

Clowns not welcome. pic.twitter.com/t6u6SzItUq

— Majestic 12 (@TS_SCI_MAJIC12) October 9, 2019

See how the smart and loyal dog goes for an evil clown. There's a moral in this short videographic tale, if you care to draw it.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

The Rage Of The Left

Do you detect a note of hatred and rage in the Left, a constant, hysterical, shrieking chorus of outrage and anger? And at the same time a corresponding and sometimes frustrating lack of aggression in their opponents? Roger Scruton sums up the ethos:

“I think that, in the end, there is something that unites all conservatives, which is that they are pursuing something they love. My view is that the Left is united by hatred, but we are united by love: love of our country, love of institutions, love of the law, love of family, and so on. And what makes us conservatives is the desire to protect those things, and we’re up against people who want to destroy them, and it’s very simple.”

If you're unconvinced, listen to Georg Lukacs, a founder of the Frankfurt School and some would say Western Marxism:

“I saw the revolutionary destruction of society as the one and only solution. A worldwide overturning of values cannot take place without the annihilation of the old values and the creation of new ones by the revolutionaries.” 

Quite. Charles Williams, the remarkable hermeticist turned Anglo-Catholic, puts it neatly in his novel War in Heaven, as the Satanist Manasseh states, "They build and we destroy."

Keen-eyed observers of the political scene will have noticed that a Leftist Congress has done nothing to build up our country and has, instead, worked its damndest to overthrow a President who was elected on a promise to make America great, to rebuild the nation.

Mark this too, Baphomet is trans.

LSP

TEXANS REJOICE!

Texans rejoiced today. Why? Because clouds rolled in from the West and brought a cold front. Yes, you heard that right, a cold front, it even rained a bit. So? You ask from shivering Calgary or rain-soaked Aberystwyth. So a lot, my friends, a break from unrelenting 100* weather.

That probably sounds nice to you if you're in, say, Nottingham and looking at the repellent Anna Soubry as rain falls upon her traitorous visage. But no, it's not nice, it's like living in an oven, a kind of purgatory. That in mind, our Old Enemy the Weather broke last night, and in blew cool air. Like HVAC but free and better.

I set up on Ma LSP's back deck in Dallas, in the beautiful cool of an Edenlike morning, and finished an overdue "Leader." It's easier to type when your opposition, the Climate, isn't trying to kill you. Unlike an Attack Squirrel who ferociously challenged me from the Pecans.

And there you have it, Texans rejoice as the heat dies down. In other news, Operation Boomerang's in full swing inside the Beltway and pundits are betting on a Hillary v. Michelle 2020 Primary Face-Off. Terrifying prospect.

Your Pal,

LSP

Church of England Captured on Film

There it is. You step out on the back porch for some coffee and "quiet time" and what do you get? Yes, the Church of England.

There she was, climbing up my window,  a ferocious predator. I had to ask, is this the whole denomination or just its leader?

Lambeth Palace declined to comment. In the meanwhile, rumours of Mantis People, Mantids, taking over the venerable CoE are just that, rumours.

Quatermass,

LSP

So I Went To Waxahachie

Wake up, feed the dog, boil the kettle, say Morning Prayer. Shower, go to the Pick 'n Steal and get coffee, check the news. Note how Operation Boomerang is progressing nicely for Joe "Don't Call Me Quid Pro Quo" Biden. Play Groove is in the Heart by Deelite.

Then drive to Waxahachie. Yes readers, all seven of you, Waxahachie. Why? Because you've been invited to the Global Orthodox Anglican Church's clericus. And there you are , at this little Texas Gothic church in the midst of a pretty neat town. Note, Waxahachie's been gentrified, thank God.

I heard a talk from the OAC's Primus about the Eucharist. Simple stuff but alright with it. Then I lurked off to the church hall and talked horses with a ranching woman who was making pulled pork, even though it was Friday.

She was down to earth and used to cowboy because her Father didn't have any sons to look after the cattle. Respect. We talked Arabians and "hitting the ground like a sack of wet charcoal." Then it was time for Mid-Day Prayer.

The impressively bearded Primate of the OAC performed a quick change parade and walked over to the church in Rochet, Chimere and all the rest. I called out, "Bishop, you're looking terrifyingly Choir Dress," he chuckled at that, which I liked.

As we were entering the small but winsome church I told him, boldly, "Years ago I went to the King's School Canterbury and we used to have Summer assemblies in the Quire of the Cathedral. It was Sung Mattins, and after the first one I wrote home, "Dear Mother, I think I've been to a non-communicating Solemn High Mass. I was twelve at the time."

His Eminent Grace thought that "very good" and I replied "very ridiculous" and off we went to the Office. All well and good. And it was. So good to be with loyal, catholic Anglicans, people who actually believe in the Creed they stand up and proclaim Sunday by Sunday.

Waxahachie's neat too, nice little town.

God bless,

LSP

What?

Have a gaze at this short infovid and your initial reaction, at least if you're sitting in the Compound's kitchen asking God to bless Texas is, "Look at that demon possessed crazy!" as you chuckle at AOC's consternation. But look again.

Bomb Russia, we have to eat the babies, a ready-made T proclaiming Save The Planet, Eat The Children? Hmmm, here in the newsroom we detect the hand of /pol, yes, a troll of possibly heroic proportion. If so, well done that girl! If not, the song remains the same.

Speaking of trolls, Putin hasn't lost his mojo and cleverly took down some hair-slicked, polished, besuited NBC hack. It went like this:

QUESTION: Is Russia, as Robert Mueller alleged, attempting to influence the 2020 elections in the United States?

VLADIMIR PUTIN, VIA TRANSLATOR, WHIPSPERING: I'll tell you a secret. Yes, we'll definitely intervene, it's a secret, so that everybody can laugh and so we'll go big. But don't tell anyone, please.

45, who's an Apex Troll, hasn't been idle either but that's for another day.

Keep America Great and Trump 2020.

Your Pal,

LSP

What Fresh Hell Is This?

Well maybe not so fresh anymore, more like a predictable re-run, same old, same old, and it's this. A UK doctor got himself fired from the UK's Department of Work and Pensions (DWP) because, drum roll, he wasn't prepared to refer to trannies by their preferred pronoun. This, he thought, was against his religion.

The doctor, David Mackereth, was reportedly called in by supervisor James Owen and quizzed about his pronouns policy, important medical procedure, right? 

Check Out This Tranny! Sorry, "Nicola" Sturgeon.

“What would you do," asked rainbow Owen, "if you were to assess someone who is obviously a man but asks to be referred to as ‘she’ or ‘Missis’ in the report?” 

Mackereth wasn't too keen, replying that, "gender is determined by biology and genetics,” and, "My conscience is captive to the Word of God. Here I stand, I can do no other. So help me God.”

Tolerance is Key in The Hive

Oh dear, what a Nazi. As in, how dare you believe in two biological sexes. Unsurprisingly, Mackereth was fired, sued, and lost. Believing in men and women, in the created order, offends against transsexual "dignity." It is, therefore, so much "hate speech" and it cost the doctor his job.

What a Beautiful Cupcake!

How dare you, Mackereth, revolt against the genderless hivemind and expect to work? 

Well now you can't. Because tolerance.

Love,

LSP

The Screeching Pantsuit Lost - Bring It On 2020

Hey, I know it's old but it's still gold. They never, not for a moment, thought she'd lose. Then boom, the Screeching Pantsuit lost and lost hard. Here's some toe-tapping uplift.

Picture, if you can, the rage, consternation, fury and literal tears when the Trump Train steams in 2020. Against what, Biden? Some kind of joke?

Don't say Burisma and all roads lead to Ukraine.

LSP

Country Life in Texas

Country life in Texas. What's it like, so called LSP? Well I'll tell you, it's much like any other sort of life except that people are mostly friendly, you don't have to sit in traffic on some kind of hideous commute, and it's searing hot, like a preheating oven. That's Texas for you.

But what's it really like? Foreigners, Germans, say, bless 'em, think of rural Texas as some kind of Wild West cowboy free for all, which is understandable because of the yeehaw PR. But the reality? I'd describe it as hard. 

A Typical Texas Porch Scene -- Get a Haircut, Fool

And no wonder. The climate's a fierce 100*++ for 6 months of the year and the people who live under it, just a step removed from the pioneers who settled this place, are accordingly tough. Country Texas isn't about safe spaces, onesies and the appalling New York Times.

That in mind, country Texans almost always tend to be more polite, friendly, considerate and, per England, sussed, than their urban cousins. They're also smart and haven't bought into our modern myths.

Remember the Alamo not the hideous Riverwalk

Viz. Removing statues of Confederate Generals will make persons of color flourish and prosper, paying a Climate Tax will cool the sun, gender's a construct, and getting rid of all your guns will make you safe. 

Did I say Frontier Spirit? There's that too.

God bless,

LSP

Judgement

Did you go to Mass today or failing that, some kind of worship service? If you went liturgical chances are you heard the parable of the rich man, Dives, and Lazarus from Luke's Gospel. You know the story.

Dives dies and goes to Hell and Lazarus, the poor man, ends up in heaven. In agony, the rich man asks Abraham for mercy, "Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame." 

All to no avail, the Patriarch refuses because a "great chasm is fixed between you and us" such that the redeemed can't journey to Hell or the damned set up in Paradise.

It sounds harsh but on reflection describes a terrifying spiritual reality. There is no place for Heaven in Hell or Hell in Heaven and our actions on earth determine the trajectory. The rich man made his choice, feasting while the Lazarus lay at the gate begging for food. 

Devoid of mercy, love and compassion, the rich man went to perdition and note, even while begging for mercy he never once repents of his wickedness. Instead, he asks Abraham to send the person he scorned and ignored in life, Lazarus, to come to him as a servant. Dives' evil disposition remains with him into eternity, amplified.

Serious business and it forces us to consider the judgement that awaits us all. Gregory of Nyssa writes:

As the most excellent of mirrors represents an image of the face, just such as the face that is opposite to it, a joyful image of that which is joyful, a sorrowful of that which is sorrowful, so also is the just judgement of God adapted to our dispositions.

The most excellent of mirrors. Ask yourself, what will the Divine Reality reflect to a generation which countenances killing their babies in the final trimester, much less selling their beating hearts to biotech companies for profit?

For that matter, how will it reflect our own?

Here endeth the Lesson,

LSP

Wisdom From Down Under And The Climate Parrot

BRILLIANT TAKE DOWN on #ClimateStrike MUST WATCH ✅ pic.twitter.com/DmbUeF0T0e

— BrexitDirectAction (@ActionBrexit) September 20, 2019

Strong words from Down Under! Then there's the parrot.

Sound ON: pic.twitter.com/8h6U2H75YU

— 𝕋𝕚𝕟𝕒𝔹𝕠𝕓 wants #BritishIndependence 👌🏻 (@tinabobuk) September 28, 2019

Goodnight, God bless, and have a beautiful Sunday.

LSP

Glory Bee!

Sometimes a picture's worth a thousand words, and herein ends this evening's insightful political commentary. Cost? 1 Euro or to you, readers, free.

Moving from secular to, ahem, sacred, the Church of England's venerable Winchester Cathedral, founded in the 7th century A.D., has installed a Giant Bee above its front door.

That's right, a GIANT BEE. Here it is, getting ready to be hoisted up on the church's imposing western front. Attractive, isn't it. "But why," you ask, "this tremendous bee?" 

The Very Reverend Catherine Ogle, Dean of Winchester explains, "The bee is a great symbol of the beauty and intricate connection of creation," and, "The Giant Bee also symbolises the importance of recycling, incorporating materials that have been thrown away or donated."

Thank God for that. Who knows, perhaps Winchester's Giant Bee will play its part in reversing the CofE's unsettling decline, and it's serious. According to the UK's Guardian, Church of England attendance is at an all time low, with the number of people identifying with the state religion falling from 31% in 2002 to 14% in 2018.

Winchester Cathedral's press office announced its bold bee initiative with the arresting headline "Glory Bee!" Will this curious mix of parochial mawkishness meets green religion-of-the-hive convert the English? And if so, to what, the Bee Goddess?

Don't say Christianity.

LSP