The Dog Is Free - In Mem Blue

Just a quick blast from the archive. I miss that Blue.

Always,

LSP

Thunder Lightning Eschaton

 

Thunder roars and rumbles across the sky and lightning sears and cracks the heavens as rain lashes down with elemental fury. Yes, this is Texas, and the days of our small rural farming community may be numbered as assorted trash, needles, broken shoes, dime bags and weaves wash away in the flood.

A cleansing, perhaps. But on a practical note, as you look up from weapons cleaning, polishing Sam Brownes and ironing uniforms, it's said that enough rain falls in Texas to keep your compound irrigated throughout the year, if you collect the rain.

We have yet to build a cistern(s) and that's clearly overdue. You see, when the grid goes down how will you get lifegiving water to your home via electric pumps which don't work? 

You get the point. In the meanwhile, we're watching this storm in all its incandescent fury.

Eschaton,

LSP

Just Look At Haiti!

 

Just kidding, it's Baltimore. Maybe you want to live there?

Cheers,

LSP

War's A Racket & The Church

 

War's a racket? Check this out:

“We've seen a 37% increase in the value of Lockheed Martin shares. We've seen a 41% increase, in the value of Northrop Grumman shares…so it seems there are winners in this war.”

Lowkey points out the US arms companies profiting from the war in Ukraine. pic.twitter.com/eLv2mzaPx8

— MintPress News (@MintPressNews) April 25, 2023

You'd think the Left, supposed enemies of corporate fascist capital, would be calling this out, but no, they're cheering it on even as they champion Big Pharma Mengeles who castrate, sterilize and mutilate their children.

I'd argue, for what it's worth, that we're dealing with insane satanic nihilism and you'd think the Church would wake up and sound the cry against such wickedness. Evil which is being paid for in peoples' blood. 

But no, ἡ ἐκκλησία walks like a blood-drenched agitprop zombie through the present crisis as if, heaven forfend, it's leaders are bought and paid for shills of the Beast.

To put it another way, their way of speaking truth to power equates to parroting state propaganda devices, the NYT, Guardian, NPR, BBC et al, all the while flying rainbow flags off the nearest spire. 'Coz, you know, a rainbow flag and a trans bathroom makes everything OK.

What a risible joke and what can we say. The apostates have dug their pit and deep will be the mire of it. Hope you're long Raytheon.

ENDEX,

LSP

The Feast of St. Mark

 

It's the Feast of St. Mark today. Mark was close to St. Paul and St. Peter, and his Gospel is believed to be the earliest; he was martyred in Alexandria. The wicked Venetians stole his relics from that city in the early 9th century A.D. and adopted the Evangelist as their patron saint. Perhaps you've enjoyed the basilica built in his name.

Here's Austin Farrer, preaching in Trinity College chapel to students:

Happy is the man who learns from his own failures. He certainly won’t learn from any one else’s. Here I am on a safe ground, for you are all failures, are you not? when it comes to serving God. So there is no fear of my missing my target in any of you, and especially, perhaps, just at the end of a vacation. Vacations tend to be spiritual disappointments. It is humiliating how, when you get back into your families, childish faults of temper reassert themselves which you hoped you had outgrown; humiliating how, as soon as you lose the encouraging company of your Christian friends here, your religion languishes. You have not prayed nor worked nor controlled yourself as you hoped to do. God has given you much; you have not given anything worth mentioning to God. Well, St Mark went back from the work in Pamphylia (if he is indeed the same man), and in Gethsemane none of the disciples behaved with credit. It is by these desolating experiences that God teaches us to trust him, not ourselves. The more emptied out you are, the more hope there is of your learning to be a Christian. Now is the very moment—there will never be a better—for you to put your trust in the God who makes something from nothing, who raises the dead.

 

The more emptied out you are, the more hope there is of your learning to be a Christian. Now is the very moment—there will never be a better—for you to put your trust in the God who makes something from nothing, who raises the dead. 

Such wisdom and truth.

Pax et Bonum,

LSP

Dynamite

 

Dam, Truth is speaking through Tucker, and btw AJ is a national treasure.

Your Pal,

LSP

Spooks

 

Do you believe in spooks? Well sure, we all know they're out there operating the arcana of their dark art, and the insouciance of latter day youth denigrates their online presence, "Glowies." But what about real spooks, ghosts, apparitions, typically of the dead. People see these, no doubt about it, and so have I. Here's a short story.

Back in the '80s our family lived in an Edwardian rectory on the outskirts of 'Nam, Cheltenham. My room was on the top floor and, when it was time for dinner, Ma LSP would shout out from the ground floor, "Dinner!" and off we'd go, all 5 kids.

a typical glowie

The pattern repeated. One night I was a bit slow off the mark and left the eyrie late. Walking by my parents' room  I did a quick eyes left and there was the silhouette of a woman, it was winter, the lights were off and she was combing her long hair in front of a mirror on the wall in the darkness.

I thought it was one of my sisters, being a comb your hair in the dark hippy, and was going to tease her for the malfeasance but thought better of it. Don't be a churl, LSP, let her enjoy the moment, so I duly walked down another flight of stairs and thence to the breakfast room, where everyone was present. No kidding, what had I just seen.

True story. Was it a ghost and if so, what are they, spirits of the dead in some kind of limbo? A transdimensional occurrence, a slip in  the fabric of space and time? Or something else. Feel free to weigh in.

Ghostly,

LSP

The Purge!

 

Wow, Tucker's out at Fox and now there's absolutely no reason, at all, to watch this risible excuse of a news channel.  Well done, Fox, you pulled a Bud Lite. Here's a helpful infovid:

RIP @FoxNews

(h/t @LadyJustice4512) pic.twitter.com/eFOunuv3s3

— NautPoso 🇮🇪☘️ (@NautPoso) April 24, 2023

In other news, someone called "Don Lemon" has been axed at CNN. I don't know who this Lemon is but apparently he's "stunned." 

Cheers,

LSP

Rittenhouse

Kyle Rittenhouse was defending Kenosha Wisconsin during the 2020 riots when he was attacked by three white hoodlums. Kyle shot and killed two of these mostly peaceful protesters and blew the bicep off another, Gaige Grosskreutz, who pointed a pistol at the then teenager.

Kyle was declared not guilty on all charges because he clearly acted in self defense, but now bicepless Gaige is suing the Kenosha Kid for "damages for emotional distress, humiliation, loss of enjoyment of life, and other pain and suffering on all claims."

A rapper's made a video supporting Kyle, here it is:

Carry on, as you were,

LSP

Supernatural Sunday

 

Mass at the Missions went well, despite our old enemy the Weather, and everyone was happy, the Spirit moved. The Spirit moved! How lightly we take that phrase, the third person of the Trinity moved with infinite power amongst the people of North Central Texas. Really? Yes, really. That in mind, I recall a time outside Philadelphia, in a failed, asset-stripped steel town.

The church was beautiful, very, and had a perfect side chapel, I do not say that lightly. So that was used for daily Mass, the Divine Office and, at Noon, the Rosary. There I'd be, at 12, praying the rosary and sometimes a few people joined in but mostly not. No bad thing, say your prayers, LSP.

Well, one day I rolled up for the devotion, all very cassock and beads, and said the prayers, I forget which mysteries. And, as I recited out loud, was pleased to hear a few voices behind me joining in, the rosary's better in company.

Good, I thought, this habit of prayer's catching on. Then, when the devotion finished I turned around and no one was there. Had I hallucinated? Conceivable. To test things out I invited a friend to join me the next day, which he did.

The same thing happened, several voices joining in, they sounded like women, and no one was there apart from us. I asked him if he'd heard what I heard, and he had. He is now a priest.

Make of this what you will and as you do, remember Lepanto.

Stella Maris,

LSP

Green Leader

 

She may have been utterly betrayed, but not by Green Leader.

Roger that, cheers,

LSP

Blue Died

 

Blue died this morning. I'd let him out on the front porch with food and water and he didn't want to eat, very unusual, he just sat there panting. So I stroked his head a few times, walked over to the Pick 'n Steal for coffee and when I returned he was lying down by the front door, very still.

What a good boy! He came to the Compound in the Fall of 2014, a stray, and set up on the front porch until I fed him, doctored him up and took the furry little fella in. 

Of course he was young then and full of high spirits. Woe betide the unwary guest who dared leave a fried cherry pie untended on the dining room table, or a juicy steak, or Eduardo's chickens, or errant Fedex men. 

But that was then. Over the last year he became increasingly deaf and blind, not that he seemed miserable for it, but he certainly slowed right down and spent most of his time sleeping. 

I won't bang on; it's a mercy he went out as he did, quick and at home. I buried him today beside the house.

Blue Brigand, you will be very missed,

LSP