Cat Woman & Trans Baphomet

 

One activist woman had too much. She was sickened by the spectacle of a 70 old year member of the local school board putting on lipstick, wearing his deceased wife's clothes and insisting everyone, including children, call him a woman.

What a degenerate freak, more than that, what a crazy. That a school board should expose children, our most vulnerable, perhaps most valuable people to this insanity is beyond outrageous, and all in the name of freedom. 

check out the trans freak on the right, is that a bullet?!?

Freedom to do what, once you've gone under the knife of our medical Mengeles? Freedom to live for the rest of your dysphoric life under the benevolent dictat of Big Pharma. Not cheap, and picture the rainbow CEOs on their private jets. Blood money, if you like.

Regardless, Patriot Barbie turned up at the School Board in trans question in a cat suit and went all Thomist realist on the mountebanks. Here she is:

“I’m a cat. Meow, meow. I’m not a woman dressed as a cat. I am a cat. How many of you believe and confess that I’m a cat?

“How many of you believe that your child or a child from this school would believe that I’m actually a cat? No one. You’re right.

“Truth prevails over imagination. Reality exists. "Discernment is innate and something that we’re wired to have. One look at me and you know this to be true. I’m a woman posing as a cat.”

She continued on Insta, “A board member of this district dresses like a woman and parades around the schools, games, events and believes that he should be able to discuss transgender issues with elementary school students.

“This board has a 70-year-old male member who dresses like a woman and attends the schools, events, fundraisers and sporting events in dresses despite being very very obviously a man.”

 

There it is. No one, unless they've been driven insane, actually believes their boy or girl is a member of the opposite sex, anymore than they believe Patriot Barbie's an actual cat. Much as we love her.

So what accounts for the insanity? The perverse logic of radical liberal autonomy, good old fashioned sentimentality, nothing else better to do boredom, a dying civilization on its last legs? 

Maybe all that and more, but let's cut to the chase. Baphomet is trans and he was a murderer from the beginning. Look up the suicide stats.

Defende Nos,

LSP

Putting Up Christmas

 

Here we are in Dallas, putting up Christmas and it's pretty minimal this year, maybe less is more. But I tell you this, more was more when it came to this morning's storm. Thunder and crashing sheets of rain, all hail Texas and the Eschaton.

Next step? Marvel at the speed at which the storm passed by, someone must've paid their tax, and find yourself at Lowe's in search of a tree. We found one, a smallish one, took it back home and set it up.  Nice.

In other news, SBF's been arrested, the freakish nuclear power guy's been fired and drag queens are invited to the White House to celebrate the, ahem, Defense of Marriage act. Like, what? 

Are we at peak degeneracy and is this a function of being people of the lie? A people so invested in deceit that anything else becomes unbearable or to cut to the chase, have we been driven insane by Satan.

Your call and in the meanwhile we get get ready to celebrate the birth of the Savior.

God bless,

LSP

Yes Please

My pronouns are Prosecute/Fauci

— Elon Musk (@elonmusk) December 11, 2022

This gets better and better. Yes please,

LSP

Sunday Message

 

I know, there's only so much hideous degeneracy dawgishness a person can take, so here's a short and uplifting Sunday message for Advent III from Austin Farrer:

JESUS gave his body and blood to his disciples in bread and wine. Amazed at such a token, and little understanding what they did, Peter, John and the rest reached out their hands and took their master and their God.  Whatever else they knew or did not know, they knew they were committed to him, body and soul; they were consenting that he should die for them, and that they, somehow, should live it out.  The cock had not crowed twice that night before Peter thrice denied, but still he knew he was committed to Christ, for Christ had given him his body and his blood.  Christ’s body and blood lived in him, and Christ forgave him; there was no breaking of the sacramental tie.  We are not worthy of Christ, but we are bound to Christ.  With all the sincerity of our minds let us renew the bond, and pray to live for him who has died for us.

God bless you all,

LSP

Dawg Soldier

 

Check out this recently retired Colonel, what a dog, sorry, dawg. Seems like the pup wanted to play. How revolting.

Did the Alpha Rubber Dawg post any photos while serving? Surely not. It just threatens those who might have. What a #ProudPup.

In the meanwhile, how can we countenance this filth in Command? Air Assault to boot. Outrageous, and you can imagine the effect on morale. I'm no prude, at all, but this is beyond outrageous. Think of the Russians laughing, and they are. A. Lot.

Look, I try to support the team, I really do, but this is beyond.

Your Friend,

LSP

A Coyote Story

 

A churchman called in the other night and our conversation ranged far and wide. He told me about his grandfather, wounded at the end of World War I and demobilized after the Armistice. On returning to the States he caught the train from New York (?) and found himself several days later in Valley Mills, Texas, late at night.

There was no one to pick him up so he decided to walk home, carrying his duffel, home being an earth floored house some 15 or more miles away. So off he went across country, and in the depth of the night became aware he was surrounded by coyotes, "They were all around him, he could hear them moving and he had his knife out. But he made it back to the earth floored house that was his home. Father, it wasn't that long ago."

No, it was not. Sometimes I take guests out to the fields and brush near my friend's range then, at dusk, we hunker down and I tell them to listen as the coyotes start to howl. What an eerie, unearthly sound. The wolf, they say, is their natural predator.

Cave Canem,

LSP

Cocktail Party - Yes, They still Exist

 

Do people even have cocktail parties anymore? Apparently they do, not least here in the North Central Texas Exclusion Zone, and what fun it was.

"Crazier than a sh*house rat!" said one punter and I paused, "What do you mean?" He explained and we looked out on the town's Heritage League. 

Behold, diamonds shine brightly. And you'll be sure I thanked relevant people for relevant favors; I do not say that lightly. Also spent a good portion of the evening talking to our LEO bodyguards. Good men.

You know what? I feel a chaplaincy role coming on.

Spem in Alium,

LSP

Myrtle Beach Adventure

There it  was, touchdown in Myrtle Beach, which is a resort town in South Carolina. But why? Because an old friend was being consecrated in the Orthodox Anglican Church and I flew out to support him. He's a good man and's had an interesting life.

art

Naval enlisted, went back in with a commission, did mysterious, arcane things, left to become a DC lawyer, left that to be a priest in the Anglican Continuing Church and's now a bishop. Well done, perhaps a movement from dark to light?

South Carolina bought the London Eye

Regardless, we set up at the Hampton Broadway, which is a hotel in a kind of ersatz boardwalk tourist development a mile or so from the actual beach, complete with artificial lake and everything else. I'd imagine the Broadway's an intolerable, heaving nightmare in season but it was pretty much empty this week, which was fine. 

Typical light house street scene

Stroll around around the little thematic shopping zones and wonder at the glory of it all as you ask, "Why is there a Japanese steakhouse in 'New England Village'?" Puzzled, swing by the Key West "Hangout," ask yourself why it's empty and how can they afford to keep this place running.

what a beautiful bridge

Baffled, take rum meets rum meets fruit juice solace at Margarataville before falling back to an RV at the hotel, life is good. The next day, go to your pal's consecration at a small mission church a few blocks away and feel genuinely blessed by the experience.

Morning after

No kidding, what a good exeat and our party was curiously military, one of the recently retired padres had had the honor of celebrating the Mass in Saddam's former palace. I'd say that was braggable.

consecration

And now? Back in the great state of Texas, which is a country in itself, and a good one. Off topic though it seems relevant, somehow. Never, ever, ever, ever give up. I say that most seriously.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Assault And Battery

 

On the edge of time, readers, what few there are of you.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

The Gift That Keeps On Giving

 

Yes, we're talking about Hunter Biden's laptop, it just won't go away. And what a nasty tale it tells.

Crack

Whores

Corruption

Imagine it was Don Jr's laptop, imagine that shark feeding frenzy. But no, this was the son of our anointed ruler, so the story was buried with the help of the FBI, no less. Will we see any justice? I'm not holding my breath.

Rock On,

LSP

Twister

 

Lo and behold, shock, gasp, horror! Turns out that Twitter worked hand in glove with the DNC to suppress the Hunter Biden laptop scandal, push the phony Russian collusion hoax, ban conservative voices and basically be an online agitprop arm of the Democrat party, not least in an election year. 

Nothing we didn't know already but thanks, Elon, for taking out the dirty laundry and making leftist heads explode all over the planet. How dare he! Well it seems that he has and more power to him, expose all the corrupt mendacity you can.

 

In similar news, Brazilians and their military don't seem too keen on the latest election steal, the Chinese are revolting against their benevolent rulers and Dutch farmers aren't too happy about their farms being seized in the name of Green. Go figure.

Cheers,

LSP

Excelsior

 

The many readers of this widely read mind blog have asked, "What's it like, really like, at the Compound." A very good question  and in answer?

Your Old Pal,

LSP