Fishing & Antedeluvia

It was an overcast Spring morning in rural Texas and Soldiers Bluff looked beckoning, "Come on down and fish," it seemed to say. Which is what I did, but the fish weren't having any of it, they were lying low and didn't want the juicy, tempting, delicious worms I was throwing in. 

Still, there were a few fossils, rocky remains of ancient crustaceans embedded in the limestone and clay bluff above the lake. To be honest, there's fossils everywhere here, a tangled  mix of roots, branches, shells, and who knows what else, the set in stone remains of ancient cataclysm. I always hope I'll spot something useful, like a T Rex tooth, but not today, just a couple of shells.

Now, some who read this lighthearted mind blog believe fossils like these are at most 6000 years old. If that's the case, what about structures like Gobekli Tepe, which date back to at least 9000 BC? Remarkably ancient and advanced to boot, all at a time when humans were supposed to be grubbing about for nuts, berries and the occasional bit of unfortunate wildlife. 

Two things don't add up here. Firstly, the Word of God in Scripture isn't supposed to be read with a kind of boneheaded, blank-faced literalism. Read it for its truth, for sure, but know this involves poetry, symbol and metaphor as well as literal reckoning. Note, to think this doesn't make you a useless, pathetic, scornworthy, lib heretic. 

Secondly, mankind is very old, with Homo Sapiens appearing earlier and earlier in the fossil record as new discoveries are found. All this in our own century, to say nothing of ignored and anomalous finds in the last two hundred years or so, and the witness of ancient records.

It would be odd, don't you think, if people as intelligent as us remained at the hunter gather stage for several hundreds of thousands of years. Which is exactly what orthodox archeo-anthropology teaches; finds like Gobekli, water erosion on the Sphinx, and on, challenge the narrative. 

That in mind, I decided to challenge the piscine narrative of "no catching" by moving over to the other side of the dam. At first nothing, so I changed rigs in hope of having some sport with the Gar, who were gliding about the pool like deadly, prehistoric submarines.

Good call, LSP, but no Gar. Instead, a fierce  Crappie followed by a ferocious Bass, and a large Bluegill. Result. Then it began to rain and it was time to head for home, mission accomplished.

Fish on,

LSP

The Dyslexic Deacon Returns!

Our old friend, England's Dyslexic Deacon is back and he's back in force with a Lambeth Kitchen Liturgy infographic. Well done, Deacon, we are not worthy to batter the crumbs under thy table.

By way of context, Church of England clergy have been banned by Archbishop Justsin Wobbly, and associated bishops from entering their churches, all to stop the spread of the China Virus. 

How solo worship in kitchens, as opposed to churches, keeps the plague away is presently unclear.  

The Lard be with you,

LSP 

Thug Got Shot

Country boy survival aside, was Ahmaud Arbery a tragic victim or just another ghetto lowlife who got himself shot while ripping up the neighborhood?

After listening to WSF's wisdom I'd now say the vote's out on the above.

Black Guns Matter,

LSP

Happy Mothers Day!

I feel this is appropriate, via Domini res gestas:

Te, Mater alma Numinis,

Oramus omnes supplices,

A fraude nos ut dæmonis

Tua sub umbra protegas.

Ob perditum nostrum genus

Primi parentis crimine,

Ad inclitum Matris decus

Te Rex supremus extulit.

Clementer ergo prospice

Lapsis Adami posteris:

A te rogatus Filius

Deponat iram vindicem.

Meaning: 

Loving Mother of God, we all humbly pray to you, that you protect us and shade us from the fraud of the demons. For the sake of our race lost in the sin of our first parent, the King supreme raised you up to the great glory of being his mother. Therefore, show your mercy to the fallen posterity of Adam, and at your intercession may your Son put aside his avenging anger.

Latin, I've always thought, is a martial language. Whatever, the hymn concludes:

Iesu, tibi sit gloria,

Qui natus es de Vírgine,

Cum Patre et almo Spiritu,

In sempiterna sæcula. Amen.

Yes indeed, and happy Mothers Day! God bless you and may the Virgin's powerful intercession be with you.

A fraude nos ut dæmonis tua sub umbra protegas,

LSP

Rambling Man

Build the Wall.

MAGAKAG,

LSP

So What Next?

The states are starting to open up again as we discover the Chinese Plague bioweapon's not going to kill everyone. Thank God. So, what next? Don't forget, readers, anything could happen in the next few months and let's hope it's not a shooting war in the South China Sea.

In the meanwhile, the former head of the CIA, Commie, Islamist John Brennan is getting poetic on social media, and the Magic 0's making panic calls to try and keep Ukraine quiet. 

Some argue space aliens live amongst us.

Ad Astra,

LSP

VE Day - Queen Addresses World

I cannot add to this, so I won't. "Never give up, never despair... they died so we could live as a free people in a world of free nations."

God bless you, Ma'am.

LSP

The Road Goes On Forever

Because today is a good day, a great day, here's some celebratory RE Keen and the Highwaymen. The road goes on forever, yes indeed.

And if you're dismayed by YouStasi taking down Dr. Judy Mikovits don't worry, it's on Bitchute. Don't be shy,  Check it out.

Your Ally,

LSP

What A Beautiful Day

What, you're in a good mood, dubiously named "LSP," something positive to say? We won't say Hell just froze over. That's right, readers of this inconsequential kebab stand on the information superhighway, today is a good day, a great day because charges against General Flynn were dropped.

Hero

Because this is an uplifting post I won't go into the way an American hero, patriot and gentleman was framed by corrupt cops, forced into making a false confession, bankrupted, his family threatened with prosecution and all the rest. 

A Typical Badger

I can hardly contain my disgust, my revulsion at the corrupt bureaucrats who set about to ruin this good man. So I won't get into it.

Can You Excuse This Thing's Tie? No, Neither Can I, And That's The Least of It.

No, I won't detail the brazen, shameless, treasonous, makes-Watergate-look-innocent malfeasance committed by Brennan, Comey, McCabe, Rosenstein, Strozk, Page, the  Mueller gang et al. So where does the buck stop? How about Hillary, Biden and the Magic 0; let's see some justice. In the meanwhile, sit back and enjoy the moment, but that's not all.

Comin' At You

The House Intel Committee's finally released transcripts from the Mueller coup investigation and bug-eyed Schiff's thrashing, twisting and lying in enraged fear. Let's see the what? Three, four year Trump's a Russian Agent! scam exposed for what it was, a phoney, faked up, criminal fraud. And, remarkably, the good news continues.

Free

Shelley, remember her, the Dallas hairdresser who was imprisoned and fined by an Obama judge figure? Yes, that's the one. She was freed today because Texas' Supreme Court ordered it. Good work, Texan Justices. I mean to say, go figure, let's release all these criminals from jail so we can fill their cages with business owners trying to make a living. Not in the Lone Star State, nossir.

So there it is, what a day. Now let's see some justice applied to the coup conspirators and while we're at it, maybe Biden needs to take a Tara Reade polygraph and Roger Stone exonerated along with General Flynn. You know, just to make our joy complete.

Your Buddy,

LSP

Just Grilling And Cleaning Guns

Hybrid

After a hard day's editing the genius of North American Christendom, whaddya do? Simple. Fire up the grill, clean some guns.

And congratulate Kayleigh on her top-level lyin' media smackdown this afternoon. Good work, Press Secretary. While we're at it, let's give it up for Texas' Lieutenant Governor who promptly stepped up to the plate for a hairdresser who was jailed and fined because she wouldn't say sorry to an Obama judge. Her crime?

Same Old Grill

Opening up her salon to feed family and workers. 7 days in jail and a 7k fine to boot for that egregious offense. Thanks, LG, for covering the fine and offering to do the time on Shelley's behalf. Well done, too, everyone who's contributed over 100k to her cause.

Speaking of "lockdowns," have you noticed Pandemic Boffin Nial Ferguson, scientific architect of the UK's quarantine order, was caught sneaking out of shutdown to tryst with his married leftist mistress? 

Look, a Cross. Imagine That Under a Killery Admin. You Can't? Quite.

I don't judge but it's odd, isn't it, how there's one law for our elite and another for everyone else. Like the lesbian Mayor of Chicago, who, against all evidence, went to a hairdresser despite ordering everyone else not to, with the threat of gaol.

Prowling The Eschaton

What's the saying, all animals are created equal but some are more equal than others?

Floreat Etona,

LSP

Halcyon

Well done, boys. 

Cheers,

LSP

Old Retainer

It's been a busy couple of days, not least with editing a behind schedule magazine. Imagine staring at a screen and asking yourself what does that even ****ing mean? #delete. 

You see, the Red Death's turned all the writers into intellectuals. Annoying. Still, it's not been so busy that you can't take time out on the porch for Evening Prayer and gentle reflection.

Which is exactly what I was doing when Roy came by, sent from LR on a courier mission. Envelope duly passed on, Roy explained his homemade mask, he plans to "get in front of of any dam virus and I see you sittin' there so I hand this over. An' I tell your son, make friends wisely."

Yes indeed and I told him that the Private was due to ship out to South Korea at the end of June, but that didn't register, "Miss Ray, she gave me a shot of wine. Strong! But I'm not going to lift a can on my porch. Nossir. Every fool be knockin' down my door. I avoid trouble. Yes, I do."

With that, and after ten minutes more of the same, Roy went back from whence he'd come. Moral of the story? More and better servants? No. Serve to lead.

To Hell with Reconstruction,

LSP