Sword Interlude

Deal with this as you may,

LSP

Putin Mocks Pathetic Gay Rainbow

Just to make your Independence Day joy complete, Russian strongman Vladimir Putin poured thinly veiled scorn on the US Embassy in Moscow's pathetically gay rainbow flag.

'Who works in this building?' Putin asked the speaker, Senator Alexei Pushkov, to be told 'Americans.' 

'Let them celebrate. They've shown a certain something about the people who work there,' he added with a smile.

Yes, Putin is awesome and quite possibly the New Constantine.

Cheers,

LSP

Happy Independence Day!

By some miracle, Independence Day in Lspland hasn't been cancelled. This means firing up the grill and getting a couple of steaks out of the fridge and ready for action. In the meanwhile, here's a prayer:

O ETERNAL God, through whose mighty power our fathers won their liberties of old; Grant, we beseech thee, that we and all the people of this land may have grace to maintain these liberties in righteousness and peace; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

God bless, have fun,

LSP

Dallas After Midnight

Your Friend,

LSP

A Stroll To The Shop

The day dawned, with an already fierce sun rising above the treeline, a portent of heat to come. Undaunted, resolute, I loaded the Blue into the rig and drove to the "shop" to get the truck's indicator lever fixed.

Blue liked the ride, an adventure for him these days, and then we walked back to the Compound through the sylvan streets of old Lspboro. Great exercise for the furred Eschaton and good for me too, furthest I've walked since getting kicked off an Arab a year ago.

Safely back at the security of the Compound, I caught up with email, read the news, pondered the iniquity of Marxism, called up the flock, said the Office on the porch, and generally made myself useful until the "shop" called back, "All ready to go, buddy, $360." 

Pretty much exactly what I'd figured. So, off I strolled through the leafy boulevards of this small farming community to the jolly old "shop."

The sun was already rising high and its heat beginning to bounce and shimmer off the roads, paved and unpaved. It's a fierce climate, no doubt about it, which says something about the country people who live in it. 

A tough crew, for sure, but mostly friendly with it. Maybe that's because of a "we're all in this together against the climate" frontier spirit, sort of thing. 

Perhaps. I walked past the site of our old cotton gin, which closed in the 1950s. Good work, proto-globalist asset-strippers. It's becoming a storage facility for broken AC units and U-haul trucks. 

Around the corner from what used to be industry is a kind of open air market, or Suq. No one steals from it, for some reason, and there it sits, rusting metal under a hot, dry sun.

You can buy round bales too, though I don't, shamefacedly, know the cost. Hey, lotta money in grass and I'm glad it's not my job to shift it on and off the trailer.

A few shacks and an RV at the "shop" later, the mission was accomplished. One bright, shiny and working indicator lever achieved. It felt good to have it working again, though I resented having to unlock the safe and pry out cold, hard cash to pay for the plastic miscreant. Made in China? Better not be, and that's for sure.

Next stop? Walmart, where I have a virtual chapel and the wherewithal to buy steak in honor of the 4th, Independence Day. But what's that line?

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."

Gentlemen and women, you have a Republic if you can keep it.

Your Patriotic Pal,

LSP

Fish On, Commies

Do you feel our nation's at a turning point, a crisis, an existential decision which freedom-loving patriots have to make against God-hating, freedom-despising Marxists? Feels that way, at least to me, so to get some air I went fishing.

Nothing fancy, just the marina on Lake Whitney, and lo and behold, caught a good Bass, a junior Cat, and a handful of Perch. Big fun and I lost count. But all of this action was on a casting rod armed with worms, it produced, obviously.

The second rod was equipped with a Perch head, cast into the depths and left there. I was hoping it'd attract the BIG FISH. You know, leviathan cats, monster bass and on. 

Sure enough, the Perch head magic started to work and the rod twitched, bobbed, went double and on more than a few times. But I didn't close the deal.

In fact, the fish closed the deal, stealing one perch head and one perch tail, leaving the hook to fend for itself. Huh. Next time I'll cut the bait up into smaller chunks, easier for the predatory, cannibalistic fish to get their mouth around.

Is there a moral in this? Quite possibly. Would it be better in a boat? That's another question again.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

You Racist!

Marxists are howling for the removal of images of the Archangel Michael, which show him defeating a dark-skinned demon and holding the evil spirit underfoot, sword aloft. Racist, militaristic and colonialist oppressive.

But really, you're going after the Angelic Power, you're attacking that? You should think twice about it, why are you even messing with this, you fools? Angels implacably execute the divine will, and we fall to the wrong side of the sword to utter ruin.

Of course the Maoist vandals doing this don't believe in angelic being or spirit itself, they're Marxist materialists. But just because you blind your eyes to a thing doesn't mean it's not there. Take note, a terrible judgement awaits. 

And guess what, commies, it's all a larf till you wake up and a demon's gnawing on your inner thigh.

Defende Nos,

LSP

The Best Song Ever

Copy and archive this amazing song while you can. Before the Left bans it because they're all in favor of free-speech and tolerance.

But is anyone 1619 fooled? That'd depend on your 1488, right? Sorry, Lefties, the digits side with us and then some.

DFTR,

LSP

Third Rome?

A third Rome? A fourth there shall never be.

Your Pal,

LSP

Cheer Up Kids, It's Not All Bad!

Don't be sad, readers, statues have their say too.

And so do Labs.

Uncle Don's standing strong too. See Rasmussen.

In related news, the Episcopal Church's local representative just drove by in his red Porsche. Odd, in a 67 year-old man? Perhaps. Whatever, he assured me the Mission's missing millions had been returned to the church's frozen investment account. 

"Thank you! So much better than a lawsuit in Tarrant county, don't you think?" which is exactly what would've happened otherwise.

Sadly Lost in a Terrible Boating Accident

I invited my friend to a cheerful glass of wine, and a celebration of the successful conclusion of our business. He declined, curiously.

Don't say embezzlement,

LSP

Sermon Time

It went well at the Missions this morning, in a country church kind of way. We heard Christ in the Gospel tell the world that he came to bring a sword instead of peace. And so he does, the world is confronted by Jesus, divine reality who claims to be the way, the truth and the life. To which side of this do you fall?

An aggressive, vocal minority in this country rejects it all out of hand. They hate Christ, Christianity and the culture of the Faith, the culture of the West. That's why they're intent on destroying its monuments and symbols.

Make no mistake, this is a prelude to destroying the Church herself. The same creed, Marxism, with its utter hatred of Christianity isn't content with destroying statues of Columbus, Washington and Lincoln. No, it wants to overthrow, root up and destroy the foundation itself. That'd be Christianity.

Go on, let's see you.

I tell you this. The moment one of those Red fools gets on the porch is the moment they'll wish they hadn't.

Sayn,

LSP

How Totally Not Awesome

Swept away on a rising tide of corporate sponsored, holographic Maoism, Archbishop of Canterbury Justsin Welby's calling for a purge of statues in the Church of England's places of worship, including Westminster Abbey and Canterbury Cathedral.

“Some will have to come down, some names will have to change,” said Welby on the leftist BBC's Today Show. In the same interview, Welby, who sources say suffers from deep depression, appeared to come out against portrayals of Jesus as white.

When asked whether the "way the western church portrays Jesus needs to be thought about again," Justsin replied, "Yes of course it does, this sense that God was white... You go into churches (around the world) and you don't see a white Jesus. 

"You see a black Jesus, a Chinese Jesus, a Middle Eastern Jesus - which is of course the most accurate - you see a Fijian Jesus." 

Wow. Here's the titular leader of the world's third largest denomination, thanks to the British Empire, bowing, scraping and appeasing a Marxist fauxtrage mob which hates Christianity.

Of course the insult's compounded by Justsin being an Etonian, his work for ELF, and membership of the Travellers Club. All of which we love, except for Elf, obviously.

But humour aside, the Faith, handed down to us by Christ himself, is under full-scale attack and the denominations appear unable, with notable exceptions such as Cardinal Vigano, to do anything other than "take a knee" and bow in risible subjection to their Marxist rulers.

I'd argue they've been doing that for forty years and more. Awesome? No, not awesome at all.

Pax,

LSP