Mask Up

Levon Helm sings a tale of masks and banditry on the rails. Was he an appalling old hippy? I don't care.

Take note Democrats, we will burn your train to cinders,

LSP

Satanic Abortion

What happens when you perform a satanic ritual before your abortion? According to the Satanic Temple, you're exempt from pesky pro-life laws like waiting periods, mandatory counselling and sonograms. And that would be because you're exercising your religious freedom under the RRFA (Restoration of Religious Freedom Act).

Some argue that sacrificing a baby for personal gain is a satanic ritual in itself, but here's what the devilish Temple instructs:

Prior to receiving any anesthetic or sedation, look at your reflection to be reminded of your personhood and your responsibility to yourself. Focus on your intent. Take deep breaths, and make yourself comfortable. When you are ready, say the Third Tenet and Fifth Tenet aloud. You may now undergo the surgery. After the surgery is completed and any anesthetic has worn off, return to your reflection and recite your personal affirmation. Feel doubts dissipating and your confidence growing as you have just undertaken a decision that affirms your autonomy and free will. The religious abortion ritual is now complete.

What are these "Tenets" and "personal affirmation"?

Tenet III. One's body is inviolable, subject to one's own will alone. 

Tenet V. Beliefs should conform to one's best scientific understanding of the world. One should take care never to distort scientific facts to fit one's beliefs. 

Personal Affirmation. By my body, my blood. By my will it is done.

Note the condescending fact-checky, settled science of the satanists, they're all about "scientific facts" instead of, presumably, the ignorant superstition of people who believe abortion's something to do with killing a human being. That being the case, you'd think they'd welcome sonograms, but no.

Then there's the Affirmation, "By my body, my blood. By my will it is done." It is done, locked in, final, your irrevocable and bloody choice. You can almost hear the iron portcullis of Hell thunder into place.

I know, the Satanic Temple doesn't really worship Satan. For them, it's all just a witty SJW, sub-Crowleyite larf aimed at taking out perceived Christian bigotry. As in, "Let's use the RRFA to enable abortion, hahahaha!"

How very clever, until the demons you don't believe in drag you screaming into the Pit.

Out Demons Out,

LSP

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

Just a short musical interlude.

States Rights, except for California, Oregon, Washington and everywhere else Democrats trample on our freedoms in their drive to full and doomed Marxism.

Have they no sense of history? No, they want to abolish that.

Your Pal,

LSP

Raise The Black Flag And Ride Hard

Was Colonel Quantrell Quantrill a psycho killer whose methods went too far, or just another States Rights loyalist? I'd argue a bit of both, but hey, your call.

In the meanwhile, we appear to be heading into some kind of corporate sponsored civil war. Where do you stand, with the transgender, globalist Maoists and their Blue Chip allies or with something else?

I vote Quantrill, but that's just me. Your call.

Deo Vindice,

LSP

Transfiguration

You're thinking, Trans? Whoa, LSP, easy tiger! But no, this post has nothing to do with the Bolshevik drivel which passes for human thought these days. On the contrary, it's about our Lord's Transfiguration on Tabor.

There, on the holy mountain, Christ shone like the Sun but brighter still. So too may we. Is there a goal of greater worth? No, it's the pearl of great price, the treasure hid in a field.

O GOD, who on the mount didst reveal to chosen witnesses thine only-begotten Son wonderfully transfigured, in raiment white and glistening; Merficully grant that we, being delivered from the disquietude of this world, may be permitted to behold the King in his beauty, who with thee, O Father, and thee, O Holy Ghost, liveth and reigneth, one God, world without end. Amen.

God bless,

LSP

And They're Back! Stand Firm

No, not the legendary space rock outfit Hawkwind, but Stand Firm in Faith. Good work, kids, back better and more compelling than ever before.

Well done, Team, more is more.

Space is Deep,

LSP

General Flynn Writes

Via the Western Journal:

We are witnessing a vicious assault by enemies of all that is good, and our president is having to act in ways unprecedented in decades, maybe centuries.

The biblical nature of good versus evil cannot be discounted as we examine what is happening on the streets of America.

It’s Marxism in the form of antifa and the Black Lives Matter movement versus our very capable and very underappreciated law enforcement professionals, the vast majority of whom are fighting to provide us safe and secure homes, streets and communities.

When the destiny of the United States is at stake, and it is, the very future of the entire world is threatened.

As Christians, shouldn’t we act? We recognize that divine Providence is the ultimate judge of our destiny. Achieving our destiny as a freedom-loving nation, Providence compels us to do our part in our communities.

It encourages us in this battle against the forces of evil to face our fears head-on. No enemy on earth is stronger than the united forces of God-fearing, freedom-loving people.

We can no longer pretend that these dark forces are going to go away by mere prayer alone. Prayers matter, but action is required.

This action is needed at the local, state and federal levels. Action is also required in the economic, media, clerical and ecclesiastical realms.

Decide how you can act within your abilities. Stand up and state your beliefs. Be proud of who you are and what you stand for. And face, head-on, those community “leaders” who are willing to allow dark forces to go beyond peaceful protests and destroy and violate your safety and security.

Churches and houses of worship must return to normal. We invite everyone of goodwill to not shirk their responsibilities and instead act in a fraternal fashion. If for no other reason or with no other ability, act in a spirit of charity.

We cannot disrespect or disregard natural law along with our own religious liberties and freedoms.

I am witnessing elderly people lose their connection to all that is good in their lives: connections to their faith, their families and their individual freedoms, especially the simple act of attending church, something they’ve been doing for decades.

Let us not be intimidated or fear those who cry out that we are in the minority; we are not.

Good is always more powerful and will prevail over evil.
However, evil will succeed for a time when good people are divided from each other and their personal lives — children away from their teachers, preachers from their congregations, customers from their local businesses.

America will never give in to evil. Americans work together to solve problems.

We do not and should not ever allow anarchy and the evil forces behind it to operate on any street in our nation.

No one should have to fear for their very life because some dark, disturbed force is challenged by the very essence of what America stands for.

We are “one nation under God” and it is our individual liberties that make us strong, not liberties given to our government. Our government has no liberty unless and until “we the people” say so.

God bless America and let’s stand by everything that was and is good in our lives, in our communities and in our country.

Otherwise, America as the true North Star for humanity will cease to exist as we know it.

Well said, General Flynn.

LSP 

Mongol Rock - The Hu

Day 9 in Coronavirus Isolation: I have discovered Mongolian rock and my life will never be the same.

Yes, we do requests at the Compound and this one's from my old pal GWB, a Shaolin Master in Georgia. Mongolian rock. Who knew, and now we do.

Fall upon your enemies and destroy them, utterly.

Your Friend,

LSP

Just Strolling About in The Plague Year

Blue picked up a Shadow Wolf on the way to the Pick 'n Steal this morning. A ferocious beast and I'm glad he's an ally.

And I wasn't complaining about the trees either, takes the edge right off the heat.

Not that it matters at First Methodist because they're shut, for fear the Bat Bug will kill them all. Which it hasn't, fortunately.

Blue enjoys his spot at the PNS, where he sits tethered to the always empty Star Telegram box. Why is it empty? Because no one wanted to buy the rubbish newspaper so the order wasn't kept up, but the box remains, a dusty, dystopic warning to the "press."

Behold the misbegotten debris of the modern age!

And needless to say, First Baptist decided to make war on their ancient enemy, the trees. And now a once leafy boulevard sits baking under a harsh Texan sun. Good work, guys. Get rid of all the shade.

We detoured around the Meth Shack to visit Genius Patrol. GP are two dogs who live in someone's back yard and bark insanely at anything which goes by. Sometimes I talk to them, they bark back.

Then it was back to the Compound, mission accomplished. And that, fellow boulevardiers, is the story of that.

God bless,

LSP

Insurgency Defeated

It was a normal morning at the Compound. There I was, drinking coffee on the porch when one of the team came by.

What's this, LSP, some kind of  JWTS ? (Jungle Warfare Training School)

No, Chief, just a hedge.

Hunh. Looks like an insurgency to me.

With that, the man responsible for setting up various police forces in various parts of the world stalked through the undergrowth to church, leaving me sharpening a kukri and feeling guilty. 

Yes, the DLC (Dallas Light Cavalry) is an irregular unit, perhaps especially at HQ itself, but there are standards. Insurgency? Mutiny? Zero tolerance.

So I fired several lazy sepoys and a couple of Mau-Mau out of a canon and picked up the hedge trimmer myself. It was fast and furious work, I can tell you, but in remarkably short order the green mutiny was at an end and peace restored. But what is peace?

The tranquility of order, clearly, which the Compound now enjoys along its leafy perimeter.

Carry on,

LSP

This And That

A cool breeze is blowing in from the north, and gentle rain turned gold by the evening sun falls on parched grass, hot concrete and spent brass. The smell of rain in a Texan August. Beautiful and rare.

Poetry aside, my eldest boy called this morning to say he'd been promoted to Specialist ahead of schedule. Well done, kid, keep it up. He's currently attached to the 2nd Armored Division and "on mission," which means he has to sit in a comms truck on weekends instead of enjoying Korean nightlife. His Platoon Sergeant's clearly wise.

In other news, Blue Eschaton's slowing down a bit and takes life philosophically, unless steaks or fried pies are on the table. Then everything's different.

Mind how you go,

LSP

Cérémonie des Turcs

Josephine, btw, had no teeth. So, that'd make two of us. Crush the NWO serpent underheel. Attention:

Elba, 

LSP