Justine Trudeau

 

Canada goes to the polls tonight.

Your friend,

LSP

Vaxxing It Up

Did you watch the Emmys, in which a cast of self-congratulatory, MillSoc celebrities gave themselves awards and partied? No? Neither did anyone else, much, but those that did will have noticed a curious thing. The celebrity leftists didn't wear masks, but their servants did.

You'll be reminded of the Met Gala and Obama's birthday party, where rich and powerful socialists met together to celebrate their wealth, all the while waited upon by their masked serfs. Which raises several questions.

Obscene

Apart from the brazen hypocrisy of it all, how seriously do our rulers take their own own laws? Obviously not very when it comes to themselves. You wear the mask, serf, and we don't because we rule you. Science. And more seriously again, why this bizarre level of dissonance between truth and the law and our rulers?

Demented

Surely not because a self-perpetuating crew of charlatans, pastry cooks, knaves, weavers, crooks, acrobats and mountebanks are running the country for their own pandemic profit. Follow the money, it pays them to enforce lockdowns, shots and fear. 

Martyr

But when the masks are off there they were, partying, reveling in their shame. It's like Versailles, but gross, without the talent or beauty, and we all know what happened to that. Apologies to Antionette.

Still, as someone famously once said, "Let them eat cake. Oh, they can't, they're wearing masks."

Sun King,

LSP 

An Officer And A Gentleman

 

You may not have heard of Lieutenant Colonel Alfred Wintle MC, but he was a remarkable man. An eccentric Lion of the Empire who fought with great distinction in World War I and II. He was, needless to say, difficult. Here's a snapshot via the loathsome Wikipedia:

After the French surrender, Wintle demanded an aircraft (with which he intended to rally the French Air Force to fly their planes to Britain and continue fighting Germany from British air bases); when refused, he threatened an RAF officer (Air Commodore A.R. Boyle) with a gun. It was alleged that he had threatened to shoot himself and Boyle, and for this he was imprisoned in the Tower of London.

Wintle enjoyed himself in the Tower thus:

My life in the Tower had begun. How different it was from what I had expected. Officers at first cut me dead, thinking that I was some kind of traitor; but when news of my doings leaked out they could not do enough for me. My cell became the most popular meeting place in the garrison and I was as well cared for as if I had been at the Ritz. I would have a stroll in the (dry) moat after breakfast for exercise. Then sharp at eleven Guardsman McKie, detailed as my servant, would arrive from the officers' mess with a large whisky and ginger ale. He would find me already spick and span, for though I have a great regard for the Guards, they have not the gift to look after a cavalry officer's equipment. The morning would pass pleasantly. By noon visitors would begin to arrive. One or two always stayed to lunch. They always brought something with them. I remember one particularly succulent duck in aspic - it gave me indigestion - and a fine box of cigars brought by my family doctor. Tea time was elastic and informal. Visitors dropped in at intervals, usually bringing along bottles which were uncorked on the spot. I don't recall that any of them contained any tea. Dinner, on the other hand, was strictly formal. I dined sharp at eight and entertained only such guests as had been invited beforehand. After a few days of settling in, I was surprised to find that - as a way of life- being a prisoner in the Tower of London had its points.

You will note "for though I have a great regard for the Guards, they have not the gift to look after a cavalry officer's equipment." Quite. Here's Wintle after the war, at El Vino's on Fleet Street, from a 1999 letter to the Spectator:

Sir:

Frank Bower was not always able to eject unwanted patrons from El Vino (Letters, 1 May). One morning in the late Fifties, a West Indian workman entered what he thought was a pub and asked the proprietor for a pint of bitter. Empurpled with rage, embroidered waistcoat at bursting point, Bower was hustling him into Fleet Street when interrupted by a crisp military command from the back of the bar: 'That gentleman is a friend of mine. I have been expecting him. Kindly show him to my table.' Colonel Wintle - celebrated for inspecting the turn out of his German guards when a prisoner of war and for debagging a solicitor - had spoken.

Rising to greet his guest, Wintle trained his monocle on Bower and ordered, 'Pray bring us two small glasses of white wine.' When this had been drunk and a convivial conversation concluded, the Colonel and his new friend rose, shook hands and went their separate ways.

Wintle wore a monocle because his eye was blown out in the war

 

Yes, there were giants in those days, and thanks Anon for the link and make of this what you will.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

It's A Woke Woke World

Thanks, WWW, for the awesome infotoon.

Cheers,

LSP

Sunday Sermon

 

St. James says, "Do you not know that friendship with the world is enmity with God? Therefore whoever wishes to be a friend of the world makes himself an enemy of God."

At enmity with God, what a terrifying position to be in, and isn't that where we are now as a nation. For example, how many billions of dollars were made in profit over 30 years of war, which we curiously didn't win, and how much of that money was spent on the love of God and neighbor? None, to speak of. On the contrary, the cash flowed into the pockets of our rulers and their puppets, making them even richer than they were already.

Again, can you imagine any country claiming with any legitimacy that they worship God when they subsidize abortion to the tune of over $600 million annually. That's almost $2 million dollars a day, to kill children in the womb of a mother. A country which does that doesn't worship God, it worships some other thing.

I'll cut to the chase. America, to say nothing of any other country, Anglosphere, we're looking at you, has become worldly. We've become, as a nation, friends of the world, and people who love the world do all in their power to possess as much of the object of their desire as they can.

Thus, driven by prideful greed and vainglorious ambition, the worldly heap up for themselves money, possessions, power, and influence. After all, what's the point of all that cash when you can't fly your private jet to Davos and scheme the greater imposition of your will upon others. And the result?

James is clear. Discord, fighting, division, killing, and every kind of "vile practice." Is that not us, as a country, right now? I'll spare you the examples, all you have to do is throw a dart at the internet and pull out a story. But suffice to say, America's at enmity with God. 

The worldly, who rule and influence us, promote pride instead of humility, hatred instead of love, disbelief instead of faith, division instead of peace, death instead of life, and iniquity instead of righteousness. They are, when we pause to reflect, against the qualities which Christ revealed to us on the Cross.

They hate that, they're opposed to it, and mock, deride and blaspheme it, they are enemies of God. What a terrible position to be in, not least on account of its telos or end. Writing to the Philippians, St. Paul describes their character and fate, "They are enemies of the cross of Christ. Their end is destruction. Their god is the belly and they glory in their shame."

St. James is no less fierce, "Go to now, ye rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you. Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are motheaten. Your gold and silver is cankered; and the rust of them shall be a witness against you, and shall eat your flesh as it were fire."

The end of the way of the cross is paradoxically very different. As Christ teaches his uncomprehending disciples on the way to Capernaum, “The Son of man will be delivered into the hands of men, and they will kill him; and when he is killed, after three days he will rise.” 

He will rise, triumphant over Hell and death.

The way of humility, faith, love and righteousness is the way of life, the way of the Cross. Choose that and live by the grace of God.

Here Endeth the Lesson,

LSP

PS. Do you not think "Friends of The World" sounds like a Soros funded NGO? Just sayn.

You Wicked Old Fraud

 

Old Fraud

Look at this wicked old fraud, he's our top general. That's why he called up Chinese generals saying that he'd warn them before we attacked them, if we ever did.

Maybe because he's such a great general he led our troops into victory in Central Asia. Whoops. That's why he has so many medals, on account of all the wars he's won. But don't worry, zhe's busy fighting the race war. 

Mountebank

Gotta sort out that old white rage, eh? Whatever the hell that is, and in the meanwhile drone 10 Afghan civilians to death because "top ISIS-K leader." He called that "righteous." What a killer, what a wicked old politicized fraud mountebank shill of the NWO, and don't think for a second that the troops are pleased. They're not, trust me.

War's a racket, said someone important, and Woke Mountebank Fraud Milley exemplifies the maxim. Picture his afterlife in consultancy after leaving the service, Met Galas all 'round.

NWO Shill Loser

What utter turpitude, betrayal and, evidently, callous disregard for life itself. Sorry, ten Afghan peasant people, we've got some PR to do, time to die. 

Maybe you remember our Savior's words, "He was a murderer from the beginning."

ENDEX,

LSP

March Of The Morons

 

Biden, aka "The Corpse" is the most popular President ever, say morons. That in mind, I liked the Corpse's magic protective circles, like pentagrams but round, offering precisely zero protection to the unseen forces of evil. Have a look at the photo and do the alchemical math of moronicity.

S'up, boys? Off to a "nightclub"?

Then there's the great INSURRECTION of all those people who dared to question the US' time honored if moronic tradition of voter fraud. Good thing we put up barbed wire around the Capitol to protect our selfless pols from a faked up, moronic PR stunt today! Said every moron.

Note Commie Chorus and Masked Skirt Serf

But look at this. A socialist on a paltry 174k a year goes to a Met Gala event wearing a 30k dress, only to sit at a 200k+ table. She is unmasked, obviously, being a Democrat Elite, but her male maid isn't. He lifts her your-years-salary-skirts as a chorus of adoring commies cheer her on. Don't say moron, say follow the science.

Not AOC

OK, it does look a lot like moronism, but note. AOC's flashing an Imperial German Army salute. Is she a DAARPA construct, recruited by some dark money intel agency we will never, ever hear about? Is she /our girl, a White Hat, as opposed to a mere white dressed emblem of the ascendant moronocracy? Mysterium.

As always, you the reader be the judge,

LSP

ALL HAIL NICKI MINAJ

 

Popular, talented, superstar Nicki Minaj had the brazen temerity to speak out against biomed vax tyranny and the left went full meltdown. How dare a celebrity POC walk off the Democrat plantation. But Minaj, who is brave as well as a smash hit diva, doubled down, telling Tucker Carlson, “If you’re black and a Democrat tells u to shove marbles up ur ass, you simply have to.”

Minaj, who is justly famous, went on to slam America's corporate sponsored, neo-Maoist cancel culture on social media:

“We’re no longer even allowed to voice our opinions or ask questions?! So many of your favorite artists feel this way but they’re afraid to speak up”

What can we say? Starships were clearly meant to fly.

And while we're at it here's the awesome KLF:

What time is love? Time to love Nicki Minaj for daring to stand up for Radio Freedom against our self-appointed Maoist commissar thought police. Well done, let's see more of this.

Time is eternal,

LSP

Patrolling The Aposcalypse

 

Eschaton

One of the things about the Apocalypse is that it's searingly hot. Imagine a preheating oven and in its midst are tiny fragments  of combustible dust, super dry, ready to ignite. No kidding, Texas in mid-September is like an air bomb about to go off. Terrifying.

It didn't fortunately, but dove did explode out of the trees as I patrolled their welcome shade. A few years back I thought nothing of walking the treelines in 100+* and scaring up dove, snapshot!, and you never know, sometimes the shot would even connect. Let's see those poppers.

an old fraud

These days an armed stroll in the oven doesn't have quite the same appeal, but the excitement of wingshooting does. Message to market? Go for a walkabout with a #20, shoot some fliers, hopefully, then set up along the flight path with some mojos and have at it.

Then put those morsels of apocalyptic goodness into cream-cheese-filled jalapenos, wrap the beasts in bacon and off you go, to Valhalla and beyond. But word to the wise.

chicom rubbish

Keep your finger off the trigger till you're ready to shoot.

Eschaton,

LSP

Omdurman

Didn't Churchill charge in that action? More, please. And in the meanwhile, stop the Jihad. Unless of course you think it's a religion of peace. 

Good work, globalist deep state Bush for coining that jaw droppingly agitprop lie. 

Your Pal,

LSP

Alberta Goes Full COVID Stasi

 

Alberta, Canada's most conservative province, has gone full COVID Stasi. Starting today, and via Zero:

All Canadians must mask up at work, and any Canadians who can must work from home. Individuals must provide proof of vaccination, or a recent negative test, simply to enter a business - and the unvaccinated will not be permitted to attend any private indoor social gatherings as well.

 

The unvaccinated will not be permitted to attend any private indoor social gatherings. Better stay in your pod, unvaxxed serf and starve, because science. That's not all, the vaxxed are allowed to leave their slave quarters and even enjoy the privilege of "indoor social gatherings,"  but only if ten vaxxed people or less are involved. From Alberta's new "rules on social gatherings":

Vaccinated: Indoor private social gatherings are limited to a single household plus one other household to a maximum of 10 vaccine-eligible, vaccinated people and no restrictions on children under 12.

 

Lucky Albertan children, you're exempt from showing vax papers, for now.  In the meanwhile, who or what got to Jason Kenney, the province's premier. Apparently, in a fit of tragic science, the "health system being overwhelmed" did it. 

Now where have we heard that before. Perhaps you remember the hospital ships and pop-up "Florence Nightingales" which hardly saw a single patient. Then again, keen-eyed readers of this incisive mind blog might remember Obama's maskless birthday party or the equally maskless Met Gala, maskless unless you're a serf, obviously.  

You Malfeasant Frauds

You'd almost think our overlords didn't believe in their own mandates, as though they were the sort of people who'd buy million dollar socialist seaside property in the face of catastrophic climate change. Again, I ask, who got to Jason Kenney?

It's a fruity little dictatorship

Good luck, Canada,

LSP

These People Are Sick

 

This is the man Leftists are attempting to erase from history beacsue he was such a racist. Read on and thanks, RHT, for the recall:

Presiding over the devotions was the Rev. Dr. Charles Minnegerode, the church’s rector for almost a decade. He had been similarly engaged on that fateful April 2 when, just prior to Holy Communion, the church sextant hurried over to the pew of Confederate President Jefferson Davis and handed the chief executive a message telling of the collapse of the defenses around Petersburg and the necessity for evacuating Richmond that night.

Now, as Minnegerode again attempted to administer the sacrament, upheavals in temporal affairs elbowed their way once more into the spiritual domain. When the front ranks of the congregation rose from their seats, a well-dressed black man advanced to the altar and knelt before the railing to receive Communion. In that instant, centuries-old conventions of racial hierarchy and social propriety were being cast aside, and it literally paralyzed the attendees. There was absolute silence in the church for some moments, as the remainder of the communicants remained fixed in their seats. Minnegerode himself stood motionless, uncertain how to respond to this sudden, palpable demonstration of all that Confederate defeat signified.

Then, without a word, General Lee rose from his family pew midway down the length of the church on its eastern side. He strode down the aisle to the chancel rail and kneeled reverently alongside the stranger. The lesson was unmistakable and the effect magical. The living embodiment of the South had pronounced by his action an acceptance of racial coexistence, rejecting the differences between black and white in favor of a shared Christian identity. Lee’s fellow parishioners, who moments before would have recoiled at such a suggestion, followed their old commander’s example and began to do likewise.

Whoa. This is the man our new corporate sponsored Maoists are screaming about because he was such a POC hater? What? Watch, as hubris evolves into nemesis. Yes, these people are sick.

Your Friend,

LSP