Operation Barn Sale #1

 

Lo and behold, Barn Sale #1: '08 Kubota Tractor, Shredder, Gooseneck Trailer, Headgate & Mini Chute, Air Compressor(s), Power Washer, Ear Tags, Complete Scaffold (wheeled), Tools,  Fence Panels (10 set deal, $80 bucks a panel my friend) and on.

So that was all good. But let's see what tomorrow brings, and remember that one man's trash is another one's treasure. "How much?" pause, "Make me an offer, I think your tractor needs that." Another pause, walk away, "Twenty Dollars!" Turn 'round, "No sir." Reflection, "$30, last offer." Sold. That was my pal, selling machine.

And on. So today was good, let's see what tomorrow  brings.

Cash is King,

LSP

Dark Star Tactical

 

Here's the thing. Christmas at the Compound usually means saying the Masses and then driving to Ma LSP's on Christmas day to celebrate with friends and family. Big fun, but it's in Dallas so I put up lights and don't get a tree, the tree's in D.

This year's different. The eldest's coming in from Fort Hood and we figured we'd spend Christmas together, so I got a tree, at Walmart. It's a ferocious little beast and in tribute to the profession of arms comes with a tactical, dark star. After all, it'd be wrong to give your position away with a sparkly, glittery ornament. They can have that in Dallas.

In other news, we apparently live in an age of mind-bending deceit, chicanery, croneyism, malfeasance, tyranny and godless corruption, of egotistical, psychopathic power masquerading as compassion. But don't despair, instead, with Mary, sing out:

MY soul doth magnify the Lord, * and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.

For he hath regarded * the lowliness of his handmaiden.

For behold, from henceforth * all generations shall call me blessed.

For he that is mighty hath magnified me; * and holy is his Name.

And his mercy is on them that fear him * throughout all generations.

He hath showed strength with his arm; * he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.

He hath put down the mighty from their seat, * and hath exalted the humble and meek.

He hath filled the hungry with good things; * and the rich he hath sent empty away.

He remembering his mercy hath holpen his servant Israel; * as he promised to our forefathers,

Abraham and his seed, for ever.

Why? Because the Almighty is in our midst, in our womb if you like, and salvation, redemption and glory is at hand. As the Apostle tells us, "rejoice, again I say rejoice," as does Mary and as should we. The proud, the mighty, the rich? Scattered, cast down, sent empty away, their seemingly invincible force dissolved as smoke before the wind. Take heart.

Your Homiletic Pal,

LSP

Adveniat

 

Are you incapable of serious thought, so-called 'LSP'? Yes, but Fulton Sheen's different. Here's an Advent reflection:

 

If, in those days, the stars of the heavens by some magic touch had folded themselves together as silver words and announced the birth of the Expected of the Nations, where would the world have gone in search of Him?

The world would have searched for the Babe in some palace by the Tiber, or in some gilded house of Athens, or in some inn of a great city where gathered the rich, the mighty, and the powerful ones of earth. They would not have been the least surprised to have found the newborn King of kings stretched out on a cradle of gold and surrounded by kings and philosophers paying to Him their tribute and obeisance.

But they would have been surprised to have discovered Him in a manger, laid on coarse straw and warmed by the breath of oxen, as if in atonement for the coldness of the hearts of men. No one would have expected that the One whose fingers could stop the turning of Arcturus would be smaller than the head of an ox; that He who could hurl the ball of fire into the heavens would one day be warmed by the breath of beasts; that He who could make a canopy of stars would be shielded from a stormy sky by the roof of a stable; or that He who made the earth as His future home would be homeless at home. No one would have expected to find Divinity in such a condition; but that is because Divinity is always where you least expect to find it.

Divinity is always where you least expect to find it. I'd second that and Guinea on the monkey, what?

Adveniat,

LSP

Texas Country

 

Look at this exotic wolf, a Pharaoh Dog, right here in Hill County.

Anubis aside, do not scorn the road less traveled.

Or the golden light of a Texan sun.

God Bless,

LSP

5 Scots

As you were,

LSP

Αγνή Παρθένε

I love this. The sound of Crusade and Advent.

Μαρία ἀειπάρθενε κόσμου παντὸς Κυρία,    

 Ἄχραντε νύμφη πάναγνε, Δέσποινα Παναγία.    

Μαρία νύμφη ἄνασσα, χαρᾶς ἡμῶν αἰτία,    

Κόρη σεμνή, Βασίλισσα, Μήτηρ ὑπεραγία.    

Τιμιωτέρα Χερουβείμ, ὑπερενδοξοτέρα,    

Τῶν ἀσωμάτων Σεραφείμ, τῶν θρόνων ὑπερτέρα.

Ave Domus Aurea,

LSP

Country Sale Barn #2

 

I tell you, punters, never a dull moment in LSPland. One minute it's off-world supermodels in Paris and the next you're gazing at an '08 Kubota, waiting for a 20 yard dumpster and getting ready for a  country barn sale.

Yes. Tools, we sell 'em by the box, then there's anchors, welding tables, tool boxes, PVC fittings, jacks, literal buckets full of shovels, axes and picks. To say nothing of scaffold, dog pens (x5), steel pipe. tin by the yard, copper pipe, power tools and on and on.  Roll up, roll up my friends.

But there's a lot of trash, hence the dumpster which was supposed to arrive at 11 am but didn't, more like 4. But hey, it got there and Jose, with a rambunctious flash of gold dentistry lowered the grey metal beast into position, "Sound like thunder!" And so it did. 

Mission accomplished, he left for Waco and left me to close up shop as mighty hawks swooped down on the fields in search of prey. Ferocious predators! Watch them glide and dive with concentrated ferocity.

Then back to the Compound, where Blue was busy sleeping and all was well with the world. Tomorrow? We shall fill that dumpster.

Your Old Country Sale Barn Pal,

LSP

PS. There's great excitement, rightly, in the country about this sale and you're all invited. It's this weekend, Saturday-Sunday. But when you turn up bear in mind, cash on the nail, no "Visa." But people using the code "LSP" get a special 10% discount. Value, eh?

Winged Hussars

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Walk. Trot. Canter. Gallop. RUN! All you horse people know; imagine the slashing shock, the kinetic power of the thing.

Poland rode to the relief of Vienna, not that long ago, and broke the Moslem war horde. Let's see more of that and while we're at it, let's have Constantinople and the Bosphorus back. After all, it's ours.

Hussaria,

LSP

The Fauci Candle

  

"I believe in science," said an old friend on the phone. "No you don't," I replied, "You believe in the Democrat Party." That in mind, believe is the operative word and America's highest paid civil servant's right up there at the top of the cult. You can even buy votive candles dedicated to the patron saint of big pharma profit$ healthcare.

They're not cheap, obviously, but what price passive aggressive self-satisfaction? "I don't know how to explain to you that you should care for other people," runs the smuggery. So very true, go right ahead and demonize people for being reluctant to get a jab which doesn't stop you getting or spreading a disease but which does, mirabile dictu, make a lot of obscenely rich people even wealthier than they already are.

Private islands and jets all 'round, how very... Left. And I asked my friend, "Since when and why did the Left climb into bed with notoriously charitable institutions like Merck, Moderna, Johnson & Johnson and Pfizer. Because science?" The silence was deafening.

Speaking of which, the data from Pfizer's vax trials has been sealed by the FDA for seventy five years. Let that sink in, seventy five years. Forgive the phrase, but the fix is clearly in, let's make that deep fix, and if you want to really follow the science guess what, you can't. It's sealed, you see.

So carry on, light a candle and cheer our elite overlords as they scientifically round up the maskless unvaxxed into KZs in the name of science, all because they care. Don't say about money and power.

Ορκος,

LSP

O Come, O Come Emmanuel

 

O come, O come, Emmanuel,

And ransom captive Israel,

That mourns in lonely exile here,

Until the Son of God appear.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel

Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free

Thine own from Satan's tyranny;

From depths of hell Thy people save,

And give them victory o'er the grave.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel

Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Dayspring, from on high,

And cheer us by Thy drawing nigh;

Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,

And death's dark shadows put to flight.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel

Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Key of David, come

And open wide our heav'nly home;

Make safe the way that leads on high,

And close the path to misery.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel

Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Adonai, Lord of might,

Who to Thy tribes, on Sinai's height,

In ancient times didst give the law

In cloud and majesty and awe.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel

Shall come to thee, O Israel.

God bless and watch over you all,

LSP

Uncle LSP's Country Sale Barn - #1

 

Whoever said life'd be easy? Do you remember anyone telling you this? If so, they lied. That in mind, the last few months have been all about putting VCC's (Veteran Crew Chief) estate in order. No small thing, and part of the process is getting the big metal barn ready for a country sale.

No. Easy. Task. Why? Because of the sheer magnitude of it all, so much stuff, and that's with the vehicles gone. I know, there's a moral here but I'll leave you to draw it. In the meanwhile, we pulled everything and laid it all out. Now it's ready to go.

As is the trash, and there's a lot, no kidding. To help with that I ordered a 20 yard dumpster only to find out today that the falsely named "Republic" wanted a $1000 for the privilege. What utter thieves. A morning of phoning around later and the same thing was secured for a third of the price. 

Yet another moral. Do not submit to monopoly/cartel, asset-stripping price gouging, go local instead. Remember the slogan, solidarity and subsidiarity? That in mind, let's see how Farmers' Local #100 snaps up these deals, cash is king, obviously.

Cheers,

LSP

JUICY!

 

Well, well, looks like Juicy's little theatrical raysiss stunt didn't play out so well. Guilty on 5 counts of pretending he was attacked by MAGA COUNTRY when it was really the Brothers Nigerian. Oops. Would that be black on black crime? Look up the stats, I labyrinthine dare you.

In the meanwhile, we have to ask. Why the need to invent race crime hoaxes when there's such systemic, ubiquitous, immoral, violent racism abounding in our nation? Did Juicy need the money, does the morally bankrupt Left need the currency, is the old paradigm simply outta gas and needs juicing?

Apparently it does. But while we ponder this, in the mental interlude, ask yourselves why we've become a gerontocracy which hates Christianity. Do you remember the Soviet Union?

Whatev. I hope Juicy goes to an easy prison because charity is key. I won't say even though he should be shot for a race baiting, theatrical goon.

Your Friend,

LSP