Nice Ride

 

That in mind:

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— Russians With Attitude (@RWApodcast) April 9, 2022

 

Don't say gold backed Ruble.

Your Old Pal,

LSP 

Pray Hard Please

 

The text came in early this morning, "They think he's developed pneumonia. White blood cell counts are up and organs don't look good. We could lose him today." 

This was my friend and MC at one of the missions, a man I'd worshiped with at the Altar, Sunday by Sunday, for the past thirteen years. An outstanding athlete in his day, he's now on a ventilator. 

So I dropped everything and drove to an ICU in Waco to administer the sacrament of Extreme Unction, and offer the prayers of the Church. “Go forth, Christian soul..." and if it's God's will, return to health. I'll be honest, everyone's praying for a miracle and I''m asking you to do so too.

He was and is a good man. Nothing remotely fake about him, he called his shots as he saw them and if he didn't suffer fools gladly was always good to me, sometimes in a tough way.

For example, a few years back I was laid up in bed with a broken hip, thanks to a mad Arab, and I called my friend on Saturday morning, "Hey, have you got a priest to cover the Mass tomorrow?" A short pause, "No, I haven't." I thought for a moment, mind like a steel trap, "Why not?" A shorter pause, "Because you're doing it."

Not wanting to seem like a pathetic soy of a wimp I rolled up to the Altar the next day on a walker and said Mass, MC at my side. One his daughters took a photo and produced a meme, when an old cowboy bullies his priest into saying Mass with a broken leg. Ha. But hey, he was right, got me moving.

I say again, please pray for a miracle and in the absence of a sign, for the angels to escort this good soul to paradise.

LSP

Sun Rising

 

The day dawned bright, the sun shone in a clear sky as birds sang, no chemtrails here, life is good. Then, after Morning Prayer and the obligatory stroll to the Pick 'n Steal, I drove to Cleburne, population 30,289, quite the metropolis.

I tell you, it always feels out of place and stranger in a strange land when I leave the protected zone of this bucolic if asset stripped rural haven and venture into the world. There it is, Walmarts with polished concrete floors, strip malls in abundance, CPAs, all this cacophony which has become the way we live now.

Note GOLD ceiling strips. Yes, real gold

Some, who live in real isolation, will feel this more keenly, and there it is. Business taken care of I climbed back in the aging rig and headed for home and Stations of the Cross. Must get an oil change on the old truck, write up a talk on the final two petitions of the Pater Noster, clean some guns and pick up the Specialist from the Metrosprawl airport tomorrow.

While we're at it, could someone, please, bring the Ukraine adventure to a conclusion? Thanks, readers, in advance. Oh, and let's see the rest of Hunter's laptop hit the news too, apparently gigabytes are being uploaded somewhere in Switzerland. Yes, please.

God bless you all,

LSP

Just Scanning The Horizon

 

So here we are, on a cheery Tuesday evening in CONUS or more precisely, North Central Texas (NCT). And what's going on? Vultures were gathering on lamp posts this morning as I patrolled to the Pick 'n Steal. Ominous, apocalyptic perhaps.

Were they a presage of things to come, the death of the PetroDollar in the face of a gold backed Ruble/Yuan? Maybe and let's face it, how can a currency which is an IOU at interest to a privately owned bank, the Fed, be worth anything other than debt? And we all know the problem with that, at some point someone wants to be paid back.

payback?

In other news, the Ukraine action is clearly a genocide, yes, of late Soviet era tech, and true to form our media and ruling elite are more or less baying for World War III. We have to mobilize for Ukraine if we don't want our democratic freedom to be destroyed by Russia, which has a GDP rather less than California.

Such an existential threat or would that be PR firm agitprop reinforced by every mainstream media outlet in the Western world. Remember Trump? Of course you do, what a miserable, traitorous Russian spy. As you savor his despotic, orange, NYC perfidy ask which country allows Christian prayer in state run schools. Which country isn't able to define the difference between men and women? Hint, not Chechenya.

But enough of that, we'll see how it all plays out. In the meanwhile, curry's on the go, vegetarian because Lent, and mango chutney. Here's the thing. A curry without mango chutney is a poor beast, but who wants to drive all the way to Waco to get it? No one. Solution? Make it yourself.

Stay tuned for another episode of Cooking With LSP.

Your Buddy,

LSP

Mother And Son

 

From the land of the Ice and Snow and pre-deployment exeat. Dog inna fight? I'll leave it there but feel free to comment on the iniquity of the MIC.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

A Short Sunday Reflection

 

“What then is this that is written," says Jesus in the Temple to his enemies, the High Priests and Scribes, "'The very stone which the builders rejected has become the head of the corner’? Everyone who falls on that stone will be broken to pieces; but when it falls on anyone it will crush him.”

At that moment the evil tenants of the vineyard decide to kill the heir, they reject the stone and are, as a matter of fact, crushed or pulverized some thirty years later by the Romans. And a new foundation is established, the vineyard of the Church is given to new tenants, Jews and Gentiles united to God as walls to a cornerstone in Christ. Our Lord's prophecy was fulfilled and it speaks with power today.

Everyone who falls on that stone will be broken to pieces; but when it falls on anyone it will crush him. 

Terrifying. You cannot go against God, the rock of reality itself, and escape destruction. Witness our present anti-culture which is hurtling fast into insanity, to say nothing of wicked tenants, those wolves in sheep's clothing, those false prophets, those apostate mutineers who deny the Faith once delivered. Who champion behavior explicitly condemned in the revealed Word of God and are silent or complicit in the face of godless secularism with all its increasing tyranny.

They will have their reward, they fell upon the rock and will be destroyed. The late Bishop Terwilliger put it well, "If you go against the Holy Spirit you will be relentlessly destroyed by that same Spirit." And so to us. 

Are we not placed by God as tenants of the vineyard of our souls, the Church writ most intimately, responsible for producing the good fruit of righteousness, of faith and love? We are, and yet we sin. "Oh wretched man that I am," says the Apostle and so do we in the face of our own imperfection reflected in the light of divine truth.

Knowing this, and know it we must, what choice do we have but to repent like the Prodigal and return to the Lord crying out for mercy. He, while we are still a long way out, there's comfort in that, runs to embrace us and, forgiving our sins, reclothes us in the garments of sanctity and raises us up to new life. Take heart.

And here endeth the lesson except to say several ranchers came up after the Mass and said, "You know, LSP, I learned something. I'd always thought 'fall upon the rock' meant tripping over it, like stubbing your toe. Never thought it meant 'fall upon' as in 'fall upon your enemy.' Thank you for that."

They're a kinetic bunch, I tell you.

Ride on,

LSP

How Very Gay

 

Via the Bee:

 

TALLAHASSEE, FL—Take that, DeSantis! In a powerful statement against the "Don't Say Gay" bill, The Episcopal Church in Florida has released a new version of their hymnal in which every song title and lyric is replaced by the word "gay." 

"We condemn DeSantis's bigoted attempt to prevent the sexual indoctrination of small children," said Episcopal Bishop Caiya Diddle. "That's why, starting today, all twelve Episcopals in Florida will sing the word 'gay' over and over and over again every Sunday until this bill is overturned." 

In addition to the song change, preachers will throw out their usual Sunday sermons and just say "gay" over and over again for 30 minutes. They will also replace traditional Sunday School with drag queen story hour so kids can get their fill of kinky classroom instruction they can no longer get in school.

"Here in the Episcopal Church, we loudly and proudly say 'gay,' just like Jesus did," said Diddle. "I look forward to singing my favorite song, "Gay," with my tiny congregation, followed by the old classic "Gay Gay in the Gay."

UPDATE: All members of the congregation have been arrested as part of a sex-trafficking sting.

 

Then there's Chechens,

LSP

April Fools #2

 

Part of the problem with yesterday's popular and influential mind post was that it wasn't long enough, several people said as much. So here's some more.

Remember rich kid, MillSoc, faux-mex Beto? He wants to take over Texas. Uh Huh. His net worth is >$9m, that's why he's a socialist. What a clownshow fraud.

Then there's the Butt Guy, Little Pete. He's in charge of our transportation because he knows so much about it, because so very , very gay.

Speaking of losers, do you remember Abortion Barbie? You know, the one that crawled outta the trailer park onto the cover of Vanity Fair? She was going to take over Texas too.

But don't forget the heavy hitters, like Ice Cream, Millionaire Socialist Pelosi. Imagine, if you can, the price of her surgeon to say nothing of her socialist $24k refrigerators.

Then there's pastry cook Mittens Romney. Tomfoolery, malfeasance and outright pharisaical corruption is clearly bipartisan. OK, let's stop there though the list could run and run. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm a patriot, I really am, and I love this country and its people. A goodhearted crew. That in mind, why do we allow mountebanks, clowns, parasites and buffoons to rule us? 

Perhaps part of it is because we don't, our electoral process is a broken sham and with that, the question remains.

Your Old Pal,

LSP 

April Fools

 

April fools? There's the Big Guy, don't forget him.

Then there's Crackhead. Looks like that laptop's chasing the dragon, eh?

Don't forget Maxine either, she's awesome.

Or this 4 star, ahem, woman of the year.

Speaking of which, since when did we become so stupid as to be unable to define the two sexes? Even the Taliban can do that. Does that make them better than us? Feel free to add your own fools to the April list.

Cheers,

LSP

A Little Z

 

Germany, that bastion of free thought and liberty has banned the letter Z from its lexicon because Putin hate speech. No more Z for Germans, the wicked letter's like the swastikas carved into the chests of people in the basements of Mariupol.

No, none of that. But hold on, when do we stop, when the whole of the alphabet's banned? Do the math. No such thing as men and women, no such thing as numbers, no such thing as truth or humans themselves, only the will to power.

We stand against this satanic evil,

LSP

The Church of England Is So Very Awesome

 

The venerable Church of England's attracting hundreds of thousands of Britons to its pews because it's so  very, very gay. Except that it it's not, COE numbers are plummeting and that's really weird because all the millions of LGBTQ+ people in the UK should be flocking to the nation's premiere rainbow conventicle. But they're not.

So strange. Now that the throne of Augustine's so gaily inclusive, all the colors of the rainbow, you'd think it would have grown by leaps and bounds. Unless we go gay, said the pundits, no one will take us seriously. 

Mirabile dictu, lo and behold, go figure, no sh*t Sherlock they're not, which is why the venerable if shrinking Church of England's average Sunday attendance has fallen off a cliff, from some 1.3 million people a Sunday in 1980 to a miserable 600k or so today.

And this is weird, it should be the other way around. Now that the UK's so gay, you'd think the gen pop would head to the gayest church around, right? But they haven't, they've stayed home, polishing the proverbial Baphomet.

At some point, gentle readers, all two of you, this insane, satanic craze will end leaving a lot of people feeling really stoopid as they clutch their dirty little rainbow flag.

Your Pal,

LSP

Once More Over The Rainbow

 

Do you remember SCOTUS nominee Ketanji Brown telling the world that she couldn't define what a woman was? Perhaps we shrugged our shoulders, rolled the proverbial eyeball and fired off a few rounds of precious 5.56. But not so fast.

Ketanji's inability or unwillingness to define womanhood  is mainstream, it's an accepted point of view. For example, USA Today, which is a kind of newspaper, is all in favor: Viz. Gender and biology are tangentially related at best. In other words, we don't know what a woman is.

Wow. Next step? We don't know what a human being is and lo and behold, it's a short skip and hop from that to putting inhuman cattle into boxcars for extinction. So shrug away and ignore the issue if you like but know this, we're dealing with evil, evil with which there can be no compromise.

Consider how the denial of truth in the name of tolerance leads to tyranny and oppression, the truth is what I decide it to be. This is evil and Rod Dreher nails it here. His conclusion:

And I am no longer willing to pretend that this is anything other than a religious war, and that what undergirds these battles over the definition of male and female, as well as the attempts by the ruling class to colonize the minds of children, is anything but satanic. There is no negotiating with this stuff.

Which side are you on? You will soon find that neutrality is not an option.

 

We've been saying this for years, here at the Compound, and note, Baphomet is trans.

Vade Retro,

LSP