Babel

 

Do you remember Nimrod's operation on the plains of Shinar (Iraq), where his people in their conceited pride disobeyed God and built a tower to heaven, exalting themselves as Gods? Well, if you don't, it's in Genesis 11: 1-9. Such impious pride and God didn't stand for it, he confounded their language and divided them. Operation Tower over, ENDEX.

And so to today. Babel, the apotheosis, self-divinization of persynkind continues apace, in fact it gathers steam. "Look at us," we announce to the Divine Power we don't believe in, "We are as gods, Masters of the Universe."

Yes indeed, why rely or obey some remote deity, a patriarchal oppressor to boot, when you can do it all DIY? Why believe in God, runs the logic when you can map the human genome and construct a dishwasher with built-in obsolesence?

Why not indeed, but with apologies to Leni Reisenthal, we find ourselves confounded at the very moment we should be celebrating the Triumph of Godless Human Will. Per Babel, our language is confounded and becomes unintelligible, dominant cultural orthodoxy speaks gibberish, the language of Hell.

"I am," says a 19 year old with unfortunately dyed hair, "They/Them." Leaving aside "I am Legion for we are many," this doesn't make any sense, not unlike "I've got my truth, you've got yours." Utter nonsense. On point, Raytheon's marketing department trumpeted its latest anti ship munition as "the greenest munition ever." Wow. And on, ad naus.

This is insane. It makes no sense. It's Babel, a babble of incoherent, competing, unintelligible voices vying for supremacy. A competing pantheon of Gods if you like, but a pantheon inhabited by satanic pygmies instead of the warring gods of Olympus. Heathendom, my friends, has devolved.

Against this arrives the Holy Spirit. The spirit of Truth, Love, and Freedom. The spirit of life Himself, of God. This Spirit cannot be defeated, it is reality itself, and woe betide those who stand against it not least while invoking it. 

They will be relentlessly destroyed. See Bud Lite.

Cheers,

LSP

Sinai

 

Years ago I went to Mount Sinai with some Jewish friends, I was fifteen. What a remarkable thing to see the sun rise from the top of the Holy Mountain over the desert as Bedouin tribes crossed the sand, far below. It was a picture out of the Old Testament and beautiful for it.

As we climbed down from the peak, my friend's Father, an eminent neuro-endrocrynologist (!), went all '70s, "Moses must've been a hard man, leading all those Jews, for forty years, through the wilderness." His Father, gentle readers, was a Viennese  Rabbi until the Nazis did for him. 

That in mind, do you think God smote the Hitlerites with extreme prejudice because of their murderous hatred towards his chosen people? I'd argue yes, but feel free to disagree.

Yad Vashem,

LSP

Rusty

 

What's wrong with the US Navy? You know, apart from trans, ahem, admirals who've never been to sea and drag queen recruitment drives. Well, rust for a start. Old news to all you Navy hands but kind of shocking to me.

What is this, some falling apart SovNav rust bucket from the '90s? No, it's one of ours and it's not alone:

Nice little gun, shame about all the rust.

And here's USS Rust Stout. Looks pretty seaworthy, right?

So what's wrong. I took the time to wade through the information superhighway and, apparently, the dilapidated state of the most powerful navy in the world is something to do with: 

Viz. Boatswains Chairs, whatever they are, environmental regulation, hideous, COVID 19, fraud, ships only being allowed to repaint in dry dock, idiocy, a recruitment crisis because no one wants to join the rainbow rusting trans Navy, go figure, and the Pentagon not caring about its ships, traitors.

Something like that and you can read all about it on the internet, but seriously, why would a patriotic person want to serve in a fleet that looks like this? Commander Salamander puts it well:

We have, it seemed, lost all shame as an organization.

Don't yell at me, this tramp-steamer deck and random-uniform-generator display is on the ship's FB page.

You can figure out the ship if you wish, but this is a Navy -wide problem.

Would you want to join this service? pic.twitter.com/h4Q93iepEV

— cdrsalamander (@cdrsalamander) December 30, 2022

Well said, Commander, and here's a closing infographic.

 

Where did it get its medals? That aside, will the Navy sort itself out? Serious question.

Imperator Undarum,

LSP

McCommas Bluffs

 

If you drive down 12 E in South Dallas and look North you'll see the Trinity, tame, running through an engineered flood plain. Then look right and there it is, the Trinity untamed. Keep driving East, turn right on Longbranch and keep driving.

You'll end up at the Riverwood overlook at McCommas Bluff. Pull over, think yourself lucky you've got a sturdy truck, and walk up to the bluffs and stare out at the river, winding wide through the Trinity forest. Look down and pick up a few spent cartridge cases by way of souvenirs, then clamber down the bluff to the river.

Conservationists are angry about the City reinforcing the bluffs with wire and rock but maybe this is no bad thing and stops the banks from collapsing. Regardless, the reinforcement's pretty minimal and there's plenty of original limestone standing tall above the river.

And there you are, looking out at the Trinity. It has a primeval aspect, at least to me, and can't be so very different from the way it looked when the pioneers arrived; what, 170 years or so ago? Reverie over, clamber about the banks and look out at the fast-flowing river.

Are there fish to be had? Most definitely, though I didn't bring a rod. Next time, and again it was good to be out in the country even though this was in Dallas.

Tight Lines,

LSP

Fish Won This Round

 

Dallas is home to North America's largest urban forest, run through by the Trinity river. You can meet the stream close to downtown, from Oak Cliff. Go East on Davies, drive over I 35, go a little further and take a left at a machine shop next to Donato's Convenience.

The road soon degenerates into a potholed track, so count yourself lucky you've got a 4x4 truck, seriously, don't do this in a regular car in May or maybe any other rime. Ride over, disembark near the river and walk in under the DART and old Santa Fe trestle bridge.

This used to be a grand multimillion dollar experiment in turning the Trinity into a recreational fun park, complete with faux rapids, concrete walkways, signs telling you what to do and so on, Moore Park. Great plan, didn't go down so well. The faux rapids, which destroyed the banks of the river but provided great fishing, are gone. The signs scrawled over with gang graffiti and the paths overgrown, DART roars overhead.

But don't be dismayed, recce down to the muddy river and look East, into the primeval entrance to the forest. Scout the banks for likely looking spots and set up in shade to try your best against the piscine adversary. Worms, "crappie bites," topwater lures, no avail. And go figure, you don't know the water, still, fun trying.

Then, just beyond casting reach, behold schools of Gar thrash and leap in search of prey. I tried to get to them but failed, there was a mudflat in between, which I skidded across like a monkey. Well, next time. And there you have it, fishing the Trinity. This time the fish won, they won't be so lucky on the return match.

That aside, so good to get out in the country, even if it was in the middle of town.

Fish on,

LSP

Education

 

Are you fortunate enough to go to Satan's Vatican, Harvard, or it's wicked sister, Yale? Well now, count your debt at interest. Maybe apprenticeships, guilds and all of that might be a better solution compared to the current Mammon. 

Here's Newman:

And this is the sense of the word "grammar" which our inaccurate student detests, and this is the sense of the word which every sensible tutor will maintain. His maxim is "a little, but well"; that is, really know what you say you know: know what you know and what you do not know; get one thing well before you go on to a second; try to ascertain what your words mean; when you read a sentence, picture it before your mind as a whole, take in the truth or information contained in it, express it in your own words, and, if it be important, commit it to the faithful memory. Again, compare one idea with another; adjust truths and facts; form them into one whole, or notice the obstacles which occur in doing so. This is the way to make progress; this is the way to arrive at results; not to swallow knowledge, but (according to the figure sometimes used) to masticate and digest it.

Just trying to be helpful,

LSP

Diversity Is Our Strength - Bakmut Falls

Diversity is our strength, runs the slogan. Here's NATO Secretary General Jens Stoltenberg addressing the world on the International Day Against Homophobia, Biphobia and Transphobia on Wednesday (17 May 2023):

NATO’s strength is our diversity, it is important that we reflect and celebrate the extraordinary diversity of our populations.

 

You got that right, a defensive but nonetheless warfighting alliance is strong because of its diversity, it can fight better and win wars because of this. Not because of superior tactics, strategy, weaponry, industrial output, generalship or anything else, no, because of diversity, that's the whole meaning, the defense aspect of the thing, why NATO exists. 

Leaving aside NATO's bureaucratic banality twinned with appeal to dominant trans orthodoxy Guardian/NYT reading emotion, we have to ask, what is this diversity? All the degenerate colors of the rainbow. Jens gets technicolor:

The Secretary General said that he values every member of the LGBTQ+ community serving at NATO Headquarters, and around the world. “You deserve dignity and respect. And I am proud to call myself your ‘ally’,” he stated. Mr Stoltenberg noted NATO's progress in promoting diversity and inclusion and emphasised the need for continued efforts to ensure that the Alliance truly represents the one billion people it protects.

 

There you have it. Thank Gaia NATO employs lots of trannies at HQ and around the world, that'll win wars and protect nations. For what? The continuing destruction of the family, sex-change surgery profits and lifelong medication return on investment to Pharma. Or something like that. In the meanwhile, Russia and China quake in their heteronormative boots because of our strong diversity, except that they don't.

But hold on, this Jens endorsed LGBTQ SATAN+ is surely a PR ruse. Slap a rainbow badge on endless war or anything else and you can make endless profit, cheered on by your old enemy, the Left. Have to hand it to all the marketeers on K Street, they hit on a vein of gold when they launched the brazen lie that Trump was a Kremlin spy. Hey, the Uniparty swallowed that up and so did enough of our people. 

In the meanwhile, Bakhmut, now Artemovsk, has fallen to Russia, oops. It would seem as though an entire UKR Corps has been put into the ground by Wagner PMC over the space of some 290 days. Why did it take so long?

Doubtless our diversity. Say a prayer for those who lost their lives on both sides of the largest battle on European soil since WWII, tens of thousands. Would this have ever even happened apart from the murderous, lifehating venom of the Illuminati, NWO, GloboHomo LGBTQ+ serpent.

You, the reader, be the judge,

LSP

Changes

 

typical Texas street scene

Changes, I won't link to the Bowie song, but that's what this small aspect of rural North Central Texas is all about. Yep, changes. For example, the hideous yellow Queen Anne house is no longer yellow, its siding's been ripped off and new and remarkably ugly plastic windows face the public from its historic visage. 

why is this even called "Queen Anne"?

Hey, maybe this is better than the crack house it's been for the last 15 years, likewise our old favorite, the Meth Shack. Alas, the Meth Shack's no longer home to tack-heads in their underwear, wife beaters and pajama bottoms lolling around onna porch with lotto tickets and heads fulla meth.

Meth Shack

No, it's been bought by Jose, who's fixing the place up, well done. But who will buy the Disciples of Christ? Good question, ask the realtor; I liked that little congregation and it's sad to see it go down. But what can we say, so many little conventicles within a several block radius, all of them in competition.

for sale, alas

I tell you, if this town had been set up by Christians its central monument and focus would have been a collegiate church, surrounded by cafes, restaurants, fountains, gun shops, bakers, Confederate monuments and everything civilized. But no, we put up a courthouse.  There, in the very center of town lies a monument to secularism. Reflect, drill down on such wickedness.

pick 'n steal

Too harsh? Perhaps, but even so, it speaks to the hierarchy of Law and Faith in our country. The former clearly pulls rank on the latter. Westphalia aside, look at the result, Faith is trampled on by secular Law.

the Compound

But not at the Compound, and some things don't change. The Pick 'n Steal stands steady in the ferocious crosswinds of our present culture war and so does the Manse. Yes, accidents may very well change but substance remains the same.

It's raining now, a storm's blown in, we thank God for that.

Your Friend,

LSP

Pup Handler

 

Behold, Biden's pup handler's just been arrested, a "fugitive from justice." Why was it on the run? Who knows. In related  news, it's International Day against Homophobia, Biphobia, Interphobia, and Transphobia:

So now you know, hope you're celebrating this momentous day of rainbow glee. Blinken had this to say:

On International Day Against Homophobia, Biphobia, Interphobia, and Transphobia we call for an end to harmful conversion therapy practices, including those that attempt to change a person’s sexual orientation, gender identity or expression, or sex characteristics.

I say again, out demons out, 

LSP

Ascension Wisdom

 

From Benedict XVI:

In this perspective we understand why the Evangelist Luke says that after the Ascension the disciples returned to Jerusalem "with great joy" (24: 52). Their joy stems from the fact that what had happened was not really a separation, the Lord's permanent absence: on the contrary, they were then certain that the Crucified-Risen One was alive and that in him God's gates, the gates of eternal life, had been opened to humanity for ever. In other words, his Ascension did not imply a temporary absence from the world but rather inaugurated the new, definitive and insuppressible form of his presence by virtue of his participation in the royal power of God. It was to be up to them, the disciples emboldened by the power of the Holy Spirit, to make his presence visible by their witness, preaching and missionary zeal. The Solemnity of the Lord's Ascension must also fill us with serenity and enthusiasm, just as it did the Apostles who set out again from the Mount of Olives "with great joy". Like them, we too, accepting the invitation of the "two men in dazzling apparel", must not stay gazing up at the sky, but, under the guidance of the Holy Spirit must go everywhere and proclaim the saving message of Christ's death and Resurrection. His very words, with which the Gospel according to St Matthew ends, accompany and comfort us: "and lo, I am with you always, to the close of the age" (Mt 28: 19).

 

The Solemnity of the Lord's Ascension must also fill us with serenity and enthusiasm, and joy.

God bless,

LSP

Ascension & Skulduggery

 

The Christian life, when you think on it, is an ascension, a journey upwards to heaven in Christ. Our architecture proclaims the same, steeples, arches, windows soaring up to heaven like Chesterton's proverbial "flight of arrows."

That said, we particularize and focus the movement in tomorrow's Feast, celebrating Christ's being taken up into the heaven to sit in glory at the right hand of the Father. Yes indeed, our great High Priest who has entered the Holy of Holies in eternity. The veil is torn asunder.

buffoon, mountebank, corrupt, rainbow, malfeasant

Speaking of which, here's our top soldier in a camo mask, because nothing says warfighter leader like a camo mask. Thanks, LL, for the image and I'll resist the heady urge to say what a "mountebank buffoon." In related news, the US Navy's gone hot for a drag queen recruiter. Xi and Putin quake in their boots knowing diversity is our strength and their weakness. 

Do you remember the Ukrainian trans Unicorn Battalion? That did pretty well against, you know, pronoun ignoring weaponry. And go figure, a bullet doesn't care if your pronouns are satanically they/them. Perhaps there's a moral in that, if you care to draw it.

Sursum Corda,

LSP

SSC

 

The local chapter of the SSC (Society of the Holy Cross) met today in Fort Worth and there we were, in the Church of the Holy Apostles on the western border of Cow Town, worshiping God. Great result and you'll be amazed to know there was no interpretive liturgical dance set to the dismal beat of guitars, pan pipes and foot stomping priestesses.

No, none of that, just the Mass and that sung with quiet dignity and reverence, beautiful, well done. After the sacred mysteries we moved next door to the church hall for a Chick-fil-A box lunch and I took the opportunity to admire the church's attractive "Garth," which means "enclosed quadrangle" and glowing stained glass in the church itself.

Uplifting, on both counts, and the Chick boxes weren't bad either, nice. Then, lunch over, we heard a presentation on the recent goings on at GAFCON and I, for one, was left wondering if the Global South Primates have the mettle to squeeze the trigger and declare themselves formally out of communion with Justsin Welby.

Justsin, you may recall, has joyfully embraced the rainbow while pretending not to, and this has enraged our dusky heteronormative brethren. Quite right too, let's see if African sound and fury equates to actual thunder. If it does, I'm prepared to be amazed. Watch this space.

Then, business over, I wandered down to the stream at the bottom of the churchyard, overgrown with riotous spring growth. And there was the water, untouched, it felt, by the march of time. I wanted to fish it but didn't have a rod, maybe next time.

God bless,

LSP