Degenerate As Ancient Rome?!?

Some say the way we live now mirrors ancient Rome, that we've become a client or pawn society living under the patronage of a degenerate, power obsessed elite. But perhaps this is an exaggeration; here's Seneca describing the behavior of the Divine Augustus' daughter Julia:

The deified Augustus banished his daughter who was shameless beyond the indictment of shamelessness, and made public the scandals of the imperial house – that she had been accessible to scores of paramours, that in nocturnal revels she had roamed about the city, that the very forum and the rostrum, from which her father had proposed a law against adultery, had been chosen by the daughter for her debaucheries, that she had daily resorted to the statue of Marsyas, and, laying aside the role of adulteress, there sold her favours, and sought the right to every indulgence with even an unknown paramour.

Bad Julia, and you can picture her above-the-law antics in the heart of the imperial city. Getting it on on the rostrum itself, no less. She paid for her indiscretions with exile and eventual suicide. So did several of her paramours who were executed or suicided by a vastly irate Augustus.

Can you imagine anything like that going on today, degeneracy, execution and suiciding in the corridors of power? Of course not. After all, you wouldn't want to offend the Clintons would you, and anyway, it's all Trump's fault.

Carry on,

LSP

Great Art

Via Borepatch. BTW I love great art.

LSP

War Dogs

War dogs. They were used in Antiquity to strike fear into the enemy and they're used today, witness the raid on Al Baghdadi's compound. Speaking of which, one of the few readers of this out of the way mind blog sent in a photo of his son's dog, see above. 

Pathetic President Figure Led By Poodle

They travel with their handlers muzzled in case they sense an enemy and attack, with ferocious result. For example, war dogs were always muzzled in the presence of  Barack Hussein Obama.

Shadow Wolf

Here at the Compound we're fortunate to have a war dog too, Blue Destroyer. He's a Blue Heeler rescue dog and getting on in years but he's fierce to the bone, especially in the face of UPS drivers, squirrels, and rural potheads. Seriously, he can't stand the latter and goes into growling fighting defense mode when they get through the perimeter.

Face-Off

I don't muzzle him but I do worry when I park him at the Pick 'n Steal on his morning walk as I get my coffee. Will someone be cornered, whimpering and screaming as I leave the filling station? Hasn't happened for a couple of years, thank God.

That's all for now, spare a thought and a prayer for our brave canine warriors and their fellow soldiers.

God bless,

LSP

Courageous War Dog Returns to Duty

Here at the Compound we're pleased to announce that the brave K-9 warrior who was injured in Operation Kayla Mueller, which killed ISIS leader Al Baghdadi, has returned to active duty.

The courageous dog chased the brutal, rapist, torturing, slaver Moslem terrorist down a dead-end tunnel, where the "austere scholar" detonated a suicide vest killing himself and three of his children.

Though hurt, the heroic K-9 made a speedy recovery and is now on the lookout for further action.  The dog's name hasn't been revealed for security reasons but you may recall Cairo, who was part of the team which killed Saudi Arabian terrorist Osama Bin Laden.

Cairo had to be muzzled when he met with Barak Hussein Obama, I'll leave you to ask the reason why. But as we ponder this, well done that dog! Our Commander-in-Chief has described the canine hero as, "A beautiful dog – a talented dog.”

Feel free to disagree and I'll set the Fighting Monkey on you.

LSP

Died Like A Dog

By now the world knows that ISIS leader Al Baghdadi is dead following a raid by US special forces this morning. According to the President, the savage blew himself up in a dead-end tunnel, where he "died like a dog."

Famous for the brutality of his televised executions and for keeping sex slaves such as American aid worker Kayla Mueller, Baghdadi was praised by the Washington Post, with the newspaper eulogizing the pilot-burning, raping, head-chopper barbarian as an "austere religious scholar." The WaPo changed its headline following outrage and loud guffaws of stomach splitting laughter on social media.

Congressional Democrats were not informed of the raid because 45 feared they would put American lives at risk through "leaking." There were no US casualties although a courageous dog was injured in the operation.

President Trump has stated that significant intelligence was captured concerning the origin, make up and aims of the Islamic terrorist group.

Rumors that former CIA Director John Brennan is a Muslim are entirely that, rumors.

Baghdadi killed three of his children when he detonated his suicide vest. 

ENDEX.

LSP

Witches Cast Halloween Hex On Trump

Perhaps you missed it but thousands of witches from across America cast a spell on President Trump last night. Yes, a special "binding spell" to stop 45 from harming the country, along with all those who "abet him." 

Here's an excerpt from the occult ritual, which includes a feather, a candle and an unflattering picture of the Commander-in-Chief:

Hear me, oh spirits of Water, Earth, Fire, and Air, Heavenly hosts, Demons of the infernal realms and spirits of the ancestors

Michael Hughes, the magician and anti-Trump activist who invented the spell believes it's working. According to the Washington Examiner, Hughes stated, "I'm willing to go on record and say it's working." Working?

Of course, in the Star Chamber impeachment witch hunt. But bearing in mind karmic lashback, what about Durham? No, not the overvalued, hi-price UK university. And ponder this.

Imagine, just for a moment, that you've been praying, ha-ha, to spirits you don't believe in. Like spirits of the dead and demons of the infernal realm. And then, oh dear, they appear.

Hey, it's all a larf 'til you wake up and one of them's gnawing on your thigh bone or your buddy's shin.

All means all,

LSP

Jezebel

Twice failed Presidential Candidate Hillary Clinton gave a eulogy at Rep. Elijah Cummings' funeral today, comparing the great, incorruptible, saintly, irreplaceable, champion of probity and freedom everywhere to the Prophet Elijah. Like a holy prophet Rep. Elijah Cummings D-MD stood against the evil Ahab and his wicked wife Jezebel.

Cummings vigorously defended Hillary against an investigation into her handling of a terrorist attack on the US diplomatic facility in Benghazi, an attack which left four Americans killed, including Ambassador Stevens who was tortured and raped by Muslim terrorists.

Hillary, who's obviously nothing like Jezebel, was Secretary of State at the time and blamed the attack and the deaths on an Egyptian Christian's Youtube video, the Innocence of Muslims. It's author Nakoula Basseley went to jail for his Islamophobic crimes and Hillary notoriously didn't.

Elijah Cummings had a paltry 1.3 million socialist dollars' net worth at the time of his early death, age 68. Hillary's worth rather more, but then again she's a bigger socialist than the deceased congressman.

In other news, the Durham probe into the attempted FISA coup has become a criminal investigation with the power to subpoena, indict, and all the rest. Some in the, ahem, intel community are "lawyering up" apparently. Maybe that's a good idea.

While reflecting on this, ponder the brazen hubris of the CRONE invoking the spirit of Elijah the Prophet.  You know what they say, "thou shalt not suffer a witch to live."

Cheers,

LSP

Just Strollin'.

Some things you take for granted, like walking the dog to the nearest Pick 'n Steal, then boom, disaster falls, you've got three screws in your upper femur and you can't walk. All of a sudden you start to appreciate simple things, like putting one foot in front of the other. That in mind, I took Blue Eschaton for a walk today, the first since a crazy Arab kicked me off her back.

The Meth Shack

We strolled through the bucolic avenues of this rural Texan haven via the Meth Shack, and it's doing well with seasonal decorations and a fearsome clown dressed in a camo onesie. Not be trifled with.

Note Water Offering

I waved at a couple of Shackers, who seemed a little bit worse for wear after a hard night on the meth, then ambled over to the Shamrock. The Shamrock's an Irish filling station, owned by Nepalese and staffed by Mexicans, right here in North Central Texas. Benefits of multiculturalism aside, they have good coffee and I got a "refill" while Blue Guard sat outside, it's a ritual. Then we headed for home under an increasingly glowering Lone Star sky.

Mission Accomplished

Back at the Compound it was all well done, mission accomplished! and it felt good to do something so simple as go out with the Blue again. Result. In other exciting news, the Cadet's on his last stretch of Basic, Blue Phase, and he's done well so far. 

How Lovely

Still, he has to pass a final APFT (fitness test) and a field exercise to graduate on schedule. I don't anticipate a fail in either but hey, accidents and all else besides... so fingers crossed. 

Your Finally Walking Pal,

LSP

Feast of St. James of Jerusalem

St. James became the first bishop of the Church in Jerusalem, only to be thrown from the pinnacle of the Temple and clubbed to death by a baker. Here's his Collect:

GRANT, O merciful God, that, as thine holy Apostle Saint James, leaving his father and all that he had, without delay was obedient unto the calling of thy Son Jesus Christ, and followed him; so we, forsaking all worldly and carnal affections, may be evermore ready to follow thy holy commandments; through the same Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

God bless,

LSP

A Typical Trans Texas Street Scene

Here we are on the streets of Texas, God is in his heaven and we're down on earth as the sun shines in a hazy blue sky, X-Rays of the screwed together femur report positive and, what's this? Let's zoom in.

A child riding on a gaily maned, pink-hoofed unicorn! You scratch your head in wonder, is this rural Texas or San Francisco, maybe Austin? Then you remember that a Dallas court just ruled against a man who tried to stop his estranged wife giving his 7 year old son a sex-change.

That's right, the kid liked some Disney cartoon flick called Frozen, featuring Elsa the Snow Queen, so his mother decided he was a girl and now the little guy's looking forward to enriching Big Pharma and riding the rainbow for the rest of his life. If he survives, many don't.

Remember, unicorns may look cute and harmless but the frolicksome beasts have a notoriously sharp horn, to say nothing of fiercely thudding hooves. And since when was a 7 year old qualified to make decisions about anything, much less a g*dammed sex change?

Sounds like the Devil's work, to say nothing of insanity. Perhaps the two go hand in hand, according to the infernal logic of the Pit.

Your Friend,

LSP

Impending Doom!

I feel it's only right to post this important if frightening Health & Safety infographic. Parents, take note. Of course the damage is multiplied, if less poignant, when adults do it. They're heavier you see.

God bless,

LSP

Fish Fry

"Hey, Padre, good news and bad news," went the early morning text. You see, these days churchpeople tend to text instead of call and in fairness it takes ring-tone beastliness out of your morning coffee, so I'm not complaining. 

The bad news? Someone had to stay in hospital an extra day or two, she's eager to be out, and the good news was a ticket for the FFA (Future Farmers of America) fish fry. Would it be welcome relief from the National Menstrual Equality Day or a trial?

So, after a hard day's sweating over a hot computer I drove off to find out. Turns out it was good, it felt great to be in the countryside and see my friend's place, it's been awhile. I asked him, "How's it been?" and he replied, "Busy, busy, and busy." 

I told him I was "busy learning to walk again," which he seemed to like, "You're doing pretty dang good at that. Could've been doing pretty dang bad." We parted ways, he had work to do, organizing the operation.

And I tell you, what a good crew of straight-up people having fun in the clean country air of a Texan evening, everyone getting convivial and taking it easy, the food was delicious too. But then it was time to leave JM's not inconsiderable Compound and head back to mine in the light of the setting sun. I won't say it wasn't beautiful because it was.

There was a time when I'd have laughed and accused you of being a deluded fool if you'd said I'd end up in rural Texas. God, it seems, is full of surprises.

Your Friend,

LSP