Well there you have it.
Best,
LSP
The Pick 'n Steal hasn't changed much over the years and I should know, I walk there pretty much every day for coffee after Morning Prayer. A bit samey perhaps, so I've decided to change things up.
Now, instead of leaving the P 'n S, 20 oz tumbler of coffee in hand and walking with urgency back to the Compound, I stop and put some change on a metal box fixed to the side of the shop.
It's a kind of experiment. How much change will accumulate before someone takes it? So far no one has and what does this mean? That our small farming community's rich and doesn't need the money? Hardly. That P 'n S customers aren't thieving scoundrels? If only that were true.
Let's see how this exciting exercise in small change charity unfolds. Hey, every penny counts and get 'em quick before our benevolent rulers ban cash. Speaking of charity, I put in some time at the food bank the other day, helping to unload a truck-full of food for the needy.
What a lot of food! Turkeys, chicken, ham, canned goods, delicious fish and on, not least boxes of farm fresh produce. Great result and it was good to help out for a good cause. We don't want to encourage scrounging malfeasance but neither do we want to see people going hungry.
They say clergy should spend time outside their churches doing good in the community. I'd agree with that and must do more. It was, you recall, the way of the early church.
Cheers,
LSP
I took the call this morning, "LSP, this is getting off-hook, there's bad crazy weirdness everywhere, you couldn't make it up if you tried. Like the guy in a dress who's in charge of nuclear power, there he is, stealing women's luggage at the airport."
"Like for what?" I asked, "For the dresses?" A short silence, "Yes, exactly. Then there's the Admiral, Dick Levine. He's just this old man dressed up like a woman, but everyone knows he's not a woman, it's obvious, like Bruce Jenner."
But we're supposed to think the evidence of our senses is wrong, utterly wrong, because science meets rainbow and anything else is literal Nazism. Wow, watch out for those biology Fascists all you neutered soy serfs of the NWO. But back to the point.
We thought about this for a minute or two and my friend came up with a solution, it's what he does, "This insanity's too deep, it's beyond our expertise, we have to hand it over to the professionals." I agreed, "We're not up to it on this side of the divide, we don't have the skills." He agreed, "We don't, God needs to take them home, this is beyond us."
Apparently it is. When something so basic as the difference between a man and a woman is seemingly beyond our grasp, then we have to apply to a Higher Power. How he sorts that out is another thing again. In the meanwhile, gentle readers, don't forget that Baphomet, the demon, is trans.
And a minor aside. Why, if biology's so unimportant in the gender scheme of things, do people pay so much money to alter it to become a surgical/chemical parody of their opposite sex? Could it be that demons are driving this? See pronouns They/Them or in other words, we are legion.
Vade Retro,
LSP
We all know about Balenciaga's bondage bear devilry but the plot thickens to Fashion IT girl, Lotta Volkova, Russian born super stylist to the hyper rich, #BillSoc industry and Balenciaga associate. Here she is.
In case we didn't get the picture, Vogue's Spring Accessories 2021 provides some context, a demon.
Worshipers at Evensong in Trinity College Cambridge were scandalized by a sermon claiming that Jesus was trans, with some leaving the chapel in tears and calling the college's Dean a heretic.
The sermon was given by junior research fellow Joshua Heath who reportedly stated from the pulpit, 'In Christ's simultaneously masculine and feminine body in these works, if the body of Christ as these works suggest the body of all bodies, then his body is also the trans body.'
According to the Daily Telegraph, Heath used the 15th century painting Pietà with the Holy Trinity by Jean Malouel to prove his point, blasphemously likening the wound in Christ's side to female genitalia. In response to outraged churchgoers, Trinity College explained Heath's sermon was simply an exercise in art philosophy and didn't imply Jesus was trans.
So that's alright then, except that it isn't. That Trinity's Dean and his unfortunate homilist would be so spiritually tone deaf is bad enough in itself, much less the subject matter. For the record and now that we're in Advent, the Word was made flesh as a man.
Out demons out,
LSP
...a STRAT?
Maybe you're an SG?
Your call, no "rule," except one. As with guns, you can't have too many.
Rock on,
LSP
It's said we create in our image, which is more than a little terrifying when it comes to this tepid Kebob Stand on the Information Superhighway. But still, think of the bigger picture. Previous ages built, sculpted, drew and painted beautifully. Their artists produced beautiful things to elevate soul and mind. Why?
Because the soul of those artists was filled with beauty, the beauty of God, of reality Himself, and they tried to express it. Flash forward to today. We live in a time of unparalleled wealth and unparalleled ugliness, witness our hideous art and architecture.
This reflects the state of the souls who create it, and what a miserable, demonic state it is. Witness the latest Balenciaga ad series, featuring children, bondage bear bags, pedophilia and more. They've issued an apology, but so what? The Devil's in the detail and he's still there.
The problem, of course, is that a degenerate, filthy, nihilist revolt against all that's good and true will produce its accordant ugly offspring. And how ugly that is. Stand against it, don't put up with it, don't sponsor it. And yes, I'm looking at you, Podesta Brothers, be assured of justice before the throne of God as you are cast into the Pit and Lake of Fire.
That in mind, strive to fill yourself with the beautiful, good and true, with God; creation follows.
Imago Dei,
LSP
Here's a prayer for the day:
O MOST merciful Father, who hast blessed the labours of the husbandman in the returns of the fruits of the earth; We give thee humble and hearty thanks for this thy bounty; beseeching thee to continue thy loving-kindness to us, that our land may still yield her increase, to thy glory and our comfort; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
God bless you all,
LSP
A well known solutions provider commented on this shallow, barely read mind blog, "You need to build your own club. Maybe not in Texas Hill Country, but close enough. It would need to have at least a pistol range. I'd go and hang out. If you build it, they will come."
As a notorious clubman this got me thinking. What would such a place be like, like some hideous faux Tudor country club, complete with links, a 20k joining fee and JEB! sinking into a leather armchair? No, nothing Rat Claw Rubio like that. I replied:
A ranch house (extended), fires throughout, 12' ceilings (cooler) with wrap 'round porch. Trophy Room (smoking), Light Cav Bar, Living Room, Ante Room, Dining Room, Billiards/Pool Room and maybe a pool. And a Writing Room (laptops allowed). Food? Club special = Chicken Fried Steak, your choice of sides and Fried Pies for dessert. Or your choice of cut, Rib Eye, Strips etc, all from the club's herd. Farm to table you see, this club's sustainable.
Also:
A RANGE. Pistol, skeet and 100, 200, 500, 1000 yard
Ideally there'd be a river to fish too, but I know you can't have everything. Would there be old retainers? Well yes, of course.
In other words, a home from home and a real country club, you see. Would it have accommodation? Yes. Some members would stay year 'round. Would it be exclusive? Obviously, no libs allowed except for my pals. Expensive? Not necessarily, depends on who you are, for some it's free, thank you for your service. Would it be "fancy"? No, of course not. Think lodge. Recip rights? Oh yes, especially with the Savage. Women allowed? Accompanied by a gentleman.
Just some thoughts, Must get a consortium together and explore this further, thanks LL for the initiative. Good call.
γλαυκῶπις,
LSP
An old musical pal texted in from Venice, "As a guest of the Biennale I get a chauffeured boat. My driver runs his boat FAST and listens to Italian METAL."
I thought about this for maybe a second and fired back, "Where's my BOAT? Dammit." He replied with another photo.
"Venice. 23:37. Quiet." It's quiet here too in the North Central Texas Exclusion Zone, and a gentle rain falls upon this small farming community. We call it "Skywater."
But back to Venice, wasn't the place supposed to be underwater by now? Someone's obviously been paying their weather tax. That in mind, more on this Venetian exploit as the story unfolds.
Vicariously,
LSP