Victory

Far-sighted readers of this inconsequential mind blog will know that the Diocese of Fort Worth has been in a protracted legal battle with the Episcopal Church. Why? 

Because we decided to break free of their rainbow embrace in 2008, so the enraged unicorn sued the diocese for all its money and assets. This belongs to us, the gaily colored beast hissed with a stamp of its lacquered hoof, and proceeded to lawyer up. That's the context.

I'll spare you the blow-by-blow, but after a decade plus of incredibly expensive litigation, Texas' Supreme Court ruled decisively in our diocese's favor last May. Sorry, unicorn, you're not allowed to steal all their stuff, was the gist of the unanimous ruling. Undaunted, the aggressively litigious Church of Tolerance got to work and appealed all the way to the top, to SCOTUS itself. And here's the punchline:

As of today, SCOTUS refused to hear their appeal. It's dead, sunk, lost. They don't get to thieve our property and money. It's not theirs, and no amount of chicanery, skulduggery and malfeasance, and there's been plenty, can make it so.

What a great result. It means our clergy and people get to stay in their Compounds, accounts intact. This is a relief to me, obviously. But more than that, it's a vindication of the Church of God and those Christians who've remained true to the Gospel and the Faith once delivered by Christ to the Apostles. 

The next step is this. Texas' Supreme Court will order the lower court in Tarrant county to enforce its May ruling. Then the games begin, as the enraged unicorn charges around the diocese attempting to recoup some of its enormous losses, as in cash.

We'll see how that goes, but I don't think the spitting fury of the horned glitter pony's going to go very far. In fact, it's rumored the disco ball quadruped's facing a bill for our insurance company's not inconsiderable legal costs. In the meanwhile, Te Deums sing out and we celebrate...

VICTORY,

LSP

A Short Sunday Sermon

 

Some of you may be pleased to know that this is a short Sunday sermon. Here it is:

...the characteristic of the present age is a craving credulity. Why, my Lord, man is a being born to believe and if no church comes forward with its title-deeds of truth, sustained in the traditions of sacred ages and by the convictions of countless generations, to guide him, he will find altars and idols in his own heart and in his own imagination.

 

Disraeli said that, and he was prescient. At this very moment, as the churches refuse, hesitate and stumble over their title-deeds, millions upon millions of people believe, in their heart of hearts that the world is about to be destroyed by Global Warming. Even as they freeze or barely escaped a polar vortex. 

The same people will tell you that killing babies in the womb is healthcare and that Joe Biden got more votes than any other presidential candidate in history. Or that being on the side of corporate behemoths like Nike, Bank of America, Big Tech and Pharma, the Military Industrial Complex and our agitprop media is somehow anti-establishment. 

Bizarre. But as Cammaerts wrote, paraphrasing Chesterton, "The first effect of not believing in God is to believe in anything." You'll note that anything precludes neither made in China face masks nor the Devil. That in mind, crush the NWO serpent and it's Illuminati allies underheel.

Here endeth the Lesson,

LSP

Wymyn Priests Are So Very Awesome

 

One of the best things about wymyn priestesses is their total awesomeness.

They can be High Church.

They can be Low Church.

They can be something else again.

That's enough awesomeness for now. Here at the Compound we hope you've enjoyed this short photo essay on wymyn priests. They were going to bring vibrant growth and cultural acceptance to our Holy Mother, the Church. But they didn't. 

Perhaps people weren't fooled by people pretending to be something they didn't believe in anyway.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

PFC Update

 

So what's going in the world of the PFC? The big news is that he's no longer a lowly PFC but a Specialist. Well done Kid, you ranked up ahead of schedule. LL put it well, "A new collar device and a payday," and then burst into poetry:

Every day in the Army is like a picnic.

Every meal a banquet,

Every paycheck a fortune.

Every formation a parade!

 

Onwards, Specialist, to Sergeant and to your next post, which is Fort Hood in August. He's pretty excited about his new Battalion because it travels, and I'm happy about the location. Ft. Hood's close by, too. Nice.

Good work, son,

LSP

Can We Take You Seriously?

 

How can we take you seriously, so-called LSP, when you're heavily invested in magicke, dog-faced internet money? Good question and perhaps you shouldn't, but why wouldn't a joke crypto like $DOGE be any less valuable than a joke real world currency like the US Dollar?

That in mind, I went in at .03 and the initial investment's doubled in value, thanks very much, puppy. But will the playful dog leap higher? Well, it's certainly got plenty of positive press; after all, who doesn't like an adorable Shiba? See here, here, and here. To say nothing of Elon Musk, Gene Simmons and Snoop Dog's endorsement. But is it a wise investment? For sure, if you're a time traveler and bought at .0001/2. Do the math, but now?

Some random chart

Perhaps, if you have a couple of thousand hundred bucks ready and waiting to go on a capricious dog who's going dirt cheap, and the emotional fortitude of watching the pup leap and play with apparent disregard to life and limb. As it is, everyone's favorite peoples' currency's rallying at around the .06 mark. If it leaps, digs and claws through .055-.060 resistance, then experts predict a potential breakthrough to .090. 

Which'd be grand. Will it happen? I don't know, but I do know this. Buy and hold because Fortuna rewards the patient, and don't lay down anything you're not prepared to lose. Not that I'm a gambling man, just ask the monkey. He's a vicious beast. Devil take the hindmost and remember, 1 $DOGE = 1 $DOGE.

Ad Lunam,

LSP

Who 's Gonna Pay The Troops?

 

Rightist jaws are crashing in consternation with each new Executive Order. How many so far, 44? More, at least, in a couple of weeks than in the whole of 45's presidency. My God, what is this, a fiat government tyranny! Well yes, it is, protected by a few thousand National Guardspersons of dubious loyalty.

Regardless, no one's talking about this, and perhaps they should. The US debt is what, 27 trillion and counting? What does this mean? That $USD, which is a debt instrument at interest to the privately owned Fed Reserve, is essentially worthless? Something like that.

Now, do the math. All you political philosopher economists (PPE) crunch the numbers. Figure out the end game. When our hollowed out, rotten, fake money implodes, which it inevitably will, who's gonna pay the soldiers? 

But let's hope we don't go there. Who knows, maybe magicke will heal the US Dollar and all will be well. Don't count on it. Smart people are buying $DOGE at the dip and loading magazines.

Your Pal,

LSP

Dies Irae

 

This seems appropriate, right about now. Dies Irae? Day of wrath and doom impending. David's word with Sibyl's blending, Heaven and earth in ashes ending.

Note "Sibyl's blending." Classicism aside (you've read the Sibyline Oracles, right? Trick question, they were burned in the 5thC A.D., thanks Stilicho, dammit), it ends:

Low I kneel, with heart's submission, See, like ashes, my contrition, Help me in my last condition. Ah! that day of tears and mourning, From the dust of earth returning Man for judgement must prepare him, Spare, O God, in mercy spare him.

Kyrie Eleison. That's us, in Lent.

God Bless,

LSP

Ash Wednesday

 

From the Prayer Book:

Dear People of God: The first Christians observed with great devotion the days of our Lord’s passion and resurrection, and it became the custom of the Church to prepare for them by a season of penitence and fasting. This season of Lent provided a time in which converts to the faith were prepared for Holy Baptism. It was also a time when those who, because of notorious sins, had been separated from the body of the faithful were reconciled by penitence and forgiveness, and restored to the fellowship of the Church. Thereby, the whole congregation was put in mind of the message of pardon and absolution set forth in the Gospel of our Savior, and of the need which all Christians continually have to renew their repentance and faith. I invite you, therefore, in the name of the Church, to the observance of a holy Lent, by self-examination and repentance; by prayer, fasting, and self-denial; and by reading and meditating on God's holy Word.

And at the imposition of ashes:

Memento, homo, quia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris. Remember, O man, that thou art dust, and unto dust thou shalt return.  

Remember too that the dust is cruciform, and therein lies victory over the grave.

God bless,

LSP 

Who Are You?

 

Maybe this needs a little explanation. Here it is, explained:

While we're reflecting on this knotty conundrum, here's the Who. Please ignore Daltry's weird get up:

So, who are you? One of the 8 or none of the above?

Cheers,

LSP

A Bit Chilly

 

It's a bit chilly in Texas right now and that's too bad, because Global Warming froze all the wind turbines and broke them, causing rolling power blackouts. Who became richer than they already were through that green chicanery?

Green energy crooks aside, I went for a stroll down the glacier after Evening Prayer, in search of adventure. There wasn't much, apart from a snowman opposite the iced over Meth Shack, but what am I saying? The whole thing is an adventure - Texas, magically transmuted into Alberta thanks to the mystic alchemy of climate change. 

But maybe you think I'm exaggerating in that typical Lone Star way. No, not at all. Here's a photo of one of the crew relaxing after breaking ice on the stock tank. Looks like Alberta, right? No, Texas, here and now.

So be careful out there, and if the power goes out light massive fires to stay warm and keep the torch of freedom burning as we face off, resolute, against our old enemy, The Weather.

Glacies,

LSP

Monday Night Jukebox

Here we are, watching the snow fall as our wind turbines seize up in a fit of green new deal genius. So what to do? Fire up the jukebox and shoot a few games of pinball while the power lasts. And hey, we play requests. Here they are:

Check out Montana, for the solo. Nice work, Mr. Zappa.

  

And what's wrong with Junior Brown? Nothing at all. Thanks, WSF. But Adrienne wants Janis. Who can blame her? On she goes.

And a great call from Jim, the Dead South. I like that song, spin it up.

Wild Wild West wants some Little Feat. Hey, gets my vote.

And I'll close out this selection of jukebox greatness with Waylon. Because it's awesome.

Have a great night and keep 'em coming. But when the power goes out? Easy, throw last year's broken furniture on the fire.

Cheers,

LSP

Texas Snowstorm

Yesterday's gentle dusting of global warming turned into a full on, no holds barred storm. Maybe a once in a lifetime event in this part of Texas.

So I stood on the porch like a Climate Czar, to capture the moment this once prosperous farming community turned into a glacier.

It's sunny now, but for how much longer? More ice, snow and driving wind is predicted tomorrow. That's what happens when the planet gets warmer because people didn't pay enough tax, yes, it gets colder.

Smart investors are going all in on $DOGSLED.

Stay warm,

LSP