Imagine

 

Imagine there's no countries beyond the reach of GRU, nothing to kill or die for, no religions too, thank you SMERSH. Imagine all the people, living life in peace, yoo hoo. As Assad/Putinist sleeper cells kick off in La Belle France.

Dam, behold the Kadyrov Jihad in the beautiful garden that was once France. But this is ridiculous, the Garden did it all to itself. Or did it? Pan to Spetsnaz and guess what? Our erstwhile President was a Kremlin spy. So.

Seriously, if you were Russkie would you let this opportunity go to waste?

Best,

LSP

What A Good Sunday!

What a good Sunday! Spirited attendance in the Missions and, from me, an aggressive attack on John Lennon. Do you remember John Lennon, King of the Hippies and his song, Imagine? 

Look, here's a verse:

Imagine there's no countries

It isn't hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for

And no religion too

Imagine all the people

Living life in peace

Yoo hoo

Yes, quite, it's all fine and dandy, disregard that vicious monkey until you awkwardly persist in those things worth dying for. Viz. God, Country, Family, Home. 

we're giving billions USD to this freakshow, wtaf

Stand up for that and be prepared to be crushed by transnational Rainbow Zelensky Moloch as if you were a bug. All in the name of tolerance and peace, obviously. 

That's why we're loading mags and cleaning weapons.

Your best pal,

LSP

Rome Against The Gates Of Hell

 

Leaving aside Vatican I and infallibility, who is the leader of the world's Christians? Is it your local pastor or pastorene, Franklin Graham, the Episcopal Bishop of Dallas, the Patriarch of Moscow or Constantinople? No.

There is one de facto leader of the Faith and that's the Bishop of Rome, the Petrine See, the inheritor of Western imperial authority. Seriously, Christ prayed ut unum sint and where's that unity going to be focused? 

In Virginia, Jerusalem, Canterbury, epic fail, Constantinople even?  No, in Rome, which should and will be a rally point for all Christians of good faith. But in the meanwhile we have this:

A Pontiff who all the world looks to, inviting the blasphemous artist of "Piss Christ" into the Vatican itself, who threatens Bishop Strickland, who adamantly refuses to stand up for the Faith as it's being attacked. Where, Francis, is the denunciation of our Pink Moloch Transnational Superstate? AWOL.

And on. where's the Petrine guidance, the pastoral direction of the Fisherman against the rainbow zeitgeist and its Mengeles who mutilate and castrate our children for profit as they murder life within the womb? It's just not there. Beans says this:

We (Catholics -- and everyone else, LSP) need a Pope who will guide Mother Church back into the Mysteries and Pagentry. One who will not have a problem condemning political leaders who stand for embryonic murder. One who will have no problem calling for a militant defense of Mother Church's properties on this earthly plane.

 

Return of the Church Militant? Yes please,

LSP

What Have We Here?

 

Maybe Prigo's drive on Moscow was a feint.

The precise number of Wagner operatives in France is currently unknown but the chimpout continues.

In the meanwhile, reports and video of armed rioters and looters are coming in, which is weird because France has really strict gun laws.  French police have declared they're "at war" with "savage hordes of vermin" and are threatening to mutiny unless Macron's government takes strong measures to put down what some are calling the Macaque Rebellion.

Dam Kremlins get everywhere,

LSP

Litanies de Sainte Jeanne d'Arc

 

I'd say this is as relevant now as it's ever been, which is very. Sainte Jeanne revenez nous sauver, transmettre votre courage, votre Foi au peuple, le Corps de l'Eglise.

Never surrender,

LSP

The French Are Revolting or Weird Scenes Inside The Goldmine

 

I don't know if you've seen it on the smug, bombastic, deceitful, ComSymp shill legacy media because, you know, they don't report counter TransCorp narrative but the French have been revolting. Seriously, no kidding, from Paris to Strasbourg immigrant French youth have been torching cities.

Why? Because some 17 year old POC Perp was shot by a cop  in a Parisian immigrant ghetto suburb, Nanterre, while resisting arrest. Lo and behold, mass chimpout, to the point of diversity-is-our-strength looting gun shops and running around with AKs and other weapons.

As of last night, 40,000 French police were deployed to deal with the Jihad chimpout and police stations were reporting they'd run out of non-lethal munitions. So now the Rainbow State of Diversity is deploying APCs and guys with guns on quads. Here in the States we'd deploy the Guard.

Regardless, far-sighted readers of this humble kebob stand on the information superhighway will remember that a number of France's retired Command wrote a letter predicting such a thing and its incumbent threat, civil war.

That was ignored. In the meanwhile, here's some jungle karma:

pic.twitter.com/Veohqn65u8

— Daneel Olivaw (@cuervocagada) June 30, 2023

Right in the X-Ring, eh? And good luck, La Belle France, and all the rest of us. Smart people are loading mags and cleaning weapons, even as last year's furniture goes on the fire. Weird scenes indeed.

Your Pal,

LSP

Ivy League Idiot

 

A friend of mine writes a column for the appalling Dallas Morning News, it's a Catholic column, and one of the latest op-ed genius points was that Jean D'Arc was some kind of holy middle ground for rainbow transing. As in, she was a cross-dresser AND a holy catholic mystic. Middle ground via media, get it?

Uh hunh. Joan, visions aside, was a warrior, no doubt about it. She fought for her faith and for France. Can you imagine her reaction to the blasphemous impudence of the trans cult? I call swords, lances and an armored cavalry charge. 

By the way, my pal went to Duke, which is apparently a school on the West East coast of America.

But you, as always, be the judge,

LSP

The Sparkle Creed

 

No fooling, the Sparkle Creed as recited by Edina Community Lutheran Church last Sunday, June 25. Here it is, led by pastorene Anna Helgen:

I believe in the non-binary God whose pronouns are plural.

I believe in Jesus Christ, their child, who wore a fabulous tunic and had two dads and saw everyone as a sibling-child of God.

I believe in the rainbow Spirit, who shatters our image of one white light and refracts it into a rainbow of gorgeous diversity.

I believe in the church of everyday saints as numerous, creative, and resilient as patches on the AIDS quilt, whose feet are grounded in mud and whose eyes gaze at the stars in wonder.

I believe in the calling to each of us that love is love is love, so beloved, let us love.

I believe, glorious God. Help my unbelief. Amen.

I believe in the church of everyday saints as numerous, creative, and resilient as patches on the AIDS quilt. The AIDS quilt? Excuse me, what the devil is that? Some kind of HIV infected bed covering? Devil take it to the incinerator before it infects anyone else, what?

And you, Anna, are guilty of mawkish blasphemy parading under the banner of a God you don't believe in. Readers, take note, mene mene tekel upharsin, מנא מנא תקל ופרסין, you have been weighed in the balance and found wanting. 

Anna, and all your friends who don't read this mind blog, pay attention. Note the supernatural weight of the Hebrew, almost a curse, a shadow of the original language of the Word, who is: (ἐν ἀρχῇ ἦν) ὁ λόγος, καὶ ὁ λόγος ἦν πρὸς τὸν θεόν, καὶ θεὸς ἦν ὁ λόγος.

Do not mess with this, you rainbow stole fools. It will go ill for you and for all your allies. Do you seriously imagine that the God you don't believe in, absolute BEING as opposed to, say, the Guardian or the NYT will ignore your mutiny? 

Not dissimilar to going up against gravity itself. Good luck with that.

So over the rainbow,

LSP

Ss. Peter and Paul

 

It's the Feast of the Holy Apostles Peter and Paul today and an opportunity to tear ourselves away from uplifting videos of Scottish regiments, harrowing footage of soldiers in mine fields, Royalist War Dog Poodles, yes, they're a thing, and the ongoing iniquity of Rainbow Global TransCorp.

Instead of that, here's a prayer:

Almighty God, whose blessed apostles Peter and Paul glorified thee by their martyrdom: Grant that thy Church, instructed by their teaching and example, and knit together in unity by thy Spirit, may ever stand firm upon the one foundation, which is Jesus Christ our Lord; who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the same Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Ss. Peter and Paul, pray for us. Lord knows we need your powerful intercession right about now.

Sancti Apostoli Petrus et Paulus ora pro nobis.

Christifidelis,

LSP

PS. Satan, like an English schoolboy of yesteryear, hates Latin.

Sword Beach - If You Scorn this You Are An Utter Fool

 

Scorn this? Lovat returning home after Sword and all the rest? Impossible, but go ahead and scorn the the UK's MOD and Uniparty who've been idiotically gambling on never having to fight another real war again. What a dereliction of duty.

You'll note the very same people who've destroyed our Regiments and traitorously off-shored our manufacturing and industry are baying for blood. MOAR WAR, they rainbow cry. But with what? All the ammo from your factories which you don't have? Oops.

Have at him, Pudle,

LSP

Kino

Have you watched the video of the young UKR guys in the minefield? So horrible and let's pour scorn on the rich beyond imagining monsters accelerating this wickedness. Yes, GloboTrans Elite, I'm looking at you.

And you, all you sick parents that'd demonically trans your kids into blasphemous parodies of the male and female sex. That caveat in mind, GloboTrans was betting on a fast war, a "we'll be home by Rainbow Baalzebub" war and it didn't happen. 

Oops, Russia still has manufacturing capacity and we don't, coz we sent it all to China, which is so totally not a second or third front. Long story short, what utter blood-bathed psychos, can we vote them out? And with that let's see our armored corps thunder to DC.

Nooses down the Mall and see you at the Army & Navy.

Best,

LSP

Devil Dogge? I Say Good Boye

 

Everyone's heard of Charles the First's talented if impetuous cavalry commander, Prince Rupert of the Rhine (PROTR), but did you know he had a war dog called Boy? Boy was a large and rare hunting poodle(!) given to the prince by the Earl of Arundel when Rupert was imprisoned in Linz during the Thirty years War.

When the English Civil War broke out, Boy joined his master on the Royalist side and valiantly ran with the King's cavalry against the insurrectionist Paliamentarians. These hated Boy with puritan fervor, assigning the dog magical powers.

PROTR

Boy, they claimed, was a devil dog, a Lapland sorceress in canine form with the ability to speak arcane languages, a mix between Hebrew and High Dutch, apparently. He could prophecy, perform acts of espionage, make himself invisible and far more besides; Boy was bullet and knife proof, a valuable asset on the battlefield.

One Royalist pamphleteer lampoons doggish puritan superstition thus, in Observations Ʋpon Prince Rupert's white Dogge called Boye:

He is weapon-proofe himself, and probably hath made his Master so too, my self and the rest whom you have imployed to be of the conspiracy against him, have alwayes failed of our at∣tempts, as if something more then witchcraft watcht over him. Once I gave him a very hearty stroke, with a confiding Dagger, but it slided off his skin as if it had beene Armour of proofe nointed over with Quick-silver. Besides he hath been tempted with pieces of Capon and other choice morcells, as well seasoned all, as poyson and extemporary prayer could doe it: but the Cur as obstinately rejected them, as if he had knowne beforehand what they were, so that they hurt him no more then the plague-plaister, sent in the Letter did Mr. Pym.

Read Observations, it's short and amusing, but alas Boy wasn't bulletproof and met his end at the battle of Marston Moor in 1644, which saw the Royalists defeated with Rupert himself having to flee the field.

I'm no expert but I think the figure in the foreground is a LAPLAND WITCH

On Charles' defeat, Rupert left England only to return at the Restoration and serve as an Admiral in the Second Dutch War. How did this bold cavalryman become an Admiral? Therein lies another tale. 

In the meanwhile, here at the Compound we salute you PROTR and your dog, what a good boye.

Cheers,

LSP