Ain't No God In Mexico

 

Well there is, but whatever, rock on.

Your Old Country Friend,

LSP

Now This Is Cool

 

Archeologists have discovered an 8 mile long, yes, 8 miles long, stretch of remarkably preserved prehistoric wall painting in Columbia. The ocher paintings depict the Amazon at the end of the last Ice Age, around 12,900 years ago, complete with now extinct Megafauna such as giant sloths and mastodons.

Reflect on this. At around the same time people were building large temple(?) complexes at Gobekli Tepe in latter day Turkey and depicting the Amazon per ocher as a savannah, something changed. Tepe was filled in, the Amazonian veldt turned to rain forest and the mastodons and their larger than life allies died off. What happened?

A cataclysm, the Younger Dryas event, which returned the earth to glacial conditions, perhaps caused by a meteor strike or a series of strikes as our planet made its circle through the Oort Cloud. Result? Earth shaking, extinction event catastrophe, quite possibly the flood of Genesis.

That in mind, look at the rock art of the prehistoric Columbians. Do you discern fields and palisades, perhaps towers? They were obviously more than cave men, if not possessed of our technics; now, imagine the catastrophe which overwhelmed their culture. Perhaps it took several hundred years, perhaps a thousand, perhaps one day alone, but catastrophe it was.

And they survived, remarkably. In Anatolia, South America, Egypt, Europe and on. The human race continued, not least as seafarers, and we see their relics in remarkably transcontinental megaliths. It seems these people favored building in massive stone. Perhaps the Giza Pyramids are their greatest achievement and witness.

We would do well to meditate on this. How much of what we call civilization would remain after a cataclysm or even a hurricane, much less a wildfire. Mind you, and in fairness, some hurricanes are more vicious than others.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Hippies Build Wall Trash Land

 

Hippies love open borders because peace and love not raysism, which is why they built this mega fortress wall at this year's Glastonbury freak fayre. Have a look, it's got a watchtower and everything:

President Trump would be proud! Hippies also love the environment, they're very green, which is why they leave the land like this:

Message to market? What a gang of malfeasants, but maybe the wall and watchtower are a good thing. Contain them. In fact, why not build a wall around Austin, just a thought.

Tickets for this year's Glastonbury Festival came in at a whopping £340 and you may have missed out on the UK's June hippie throw down, but not to worry. Burning Man's coming up, September 4, and tickets are only $667.

Never trust a hippy,

LSP

Hitler's Voice In Private

 

note slack Sam Browne

This, as far as I know, is the only recording of Der Fuhrer's conversational voice. Hitler's speaking with Baron Carl Gustaf Emil Mannerheim, famed Finnish military leader and inveterate enemy of the Red Bolshevik menace. Here's the recording:

I won't comment except to say haunting and salutary. History, they tell us, doesn't repeat but it most certainly does rhyme. 

In related news, Russia's apparently churning out tanks and associated munitions after an hiatus of several decades. We, on the other hand, are gleefully indicting 45 who was, let the record show, a Russian spy in the pay of the Kremlin. A veritable GRU agent, so let's hear it, DC and Georgia, you defenders of our great constitutional so totally not a banana republic.

That said, those dam Kremlins get everywhere and how dare they persist in an industrial proxy war with their own local means of production? You know, like actual tank factories and steel mills situated in their own country. Do they not have the sense to off-shore for profit and best burgeoning bank accounts, sorry, Blackrock Larry Fink Benefit all 'round? Apparently not.

Your Friend,

LSP

Cultural Appropriation!

 

En lieu of anything remotely serious, hey, it's 109*. And here's another, via Swankenstein:

Brother's fed up. Seems like our boy's struck a chord. Let's see it rise up, black rappers onside.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

The Left Howls

How dare a working class persynn protest against being, you know, a poor working class persynn? Wow. What. Utter. Brazen. Temerity. And hence to the Babylon Bee. Good call, Dr. Swankenstein:

NASHVILLE, TN — Sources at the major country music record labels confirmed Monday that they were "baffled" and "nonplussed" by a new country music artist who is "get this - from the actual country and making actual music."

Record executives said the "bizarre" style of country music, in which someone writes, performs, and records songs of actual quality about topics germane to people living in the actual country, "doesn't really speak to them" and is "pretty confusing."

"We just don't get it," said Bud "Dwayne" Dingles of Capitol Records Nashville. "Is it like, some sort of joke? I don't understand the punchline. Is it the beard? Because it's a nice beard, but it doesn't really make me laugh." Dingles went on to point out that the viral single "Rich Men North of Richmond" by the artist in question, Oliver Anthony, doesn't mention drinking beer while driving a truck on the backroads with a "girl all up in it" a single time, doesn't have a guest hip-hop artist, and doesn't appear to just be a pop track with a quiet banjo track added in post.

"This will never catch on, and it's antithetical to our values as the gatekeepers of country music," Dingles added. "Maybe if this Anthony fellow goes out and gets himself a college education and learns to write a catchy radio tune that's barely indistinguishable from what you hear on the pop stations, then he'll be going somewhere."

But Dingles isn't optimistic about Anthony's chances of making it in the country music industry.

"I want something peppy, something happy, something up-tempo. I want something snappy. None of this tragic lamentation crap being all sad about the actual plights of people from the actual country - that's not what country music is all about."

What a shameless Nazi Bigot Fascist. Stand back Otto Skorzeny, Himmler, Kammler, Hesse et al.  And with that caveat, obey your rulers, all ye serfs.

Cheers,

LSP 

The Feast of The Assumption

 

It's the Feast of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary today and we offered the Mass outdoors on the front porch of Mission #1, St. Mary's. Check out the ever helpful New Liturgical Movement for some background to the Feast and, in the meanwhile, here's a prayer:

Omnípotens sempiterne Deus, qui Immaculátam Vírginem Maríam, Fílii tui Genitrícem, córpore et ánima ad caelestem gloriam assumpsisti: concéde, quáesumus; ut ad superna semper intenti, ipsíus gloriae mereámur esse consortes. Per eundem Dóminum nostrum.

 

And in English: 

Almighty and everlasting God, who hast assumed the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of Thy Son, body and soul into heavenly glory: grant, we beseech, that ever intent on the things above, we may deserve to be partakers of her glory. Through the same our Lord.

 

Amen and bless you all,

LSP

Psalm 37 - Oliver Anthony

 

Yes indeed, "But woe unto you that are rich! for ye have received your consolation. Woe unto you that are full! for ye shall hunger. Woe unto you that laugh now! for ye shall mourn and weep. Woe unto you, when all men shall speak well of you! for so did their fathers to the false prophets." Take note, rich men North of Richmond.

The Left, see the risible Rolling Stone, hates this. They hate the working man and love our Establishment, Deep Stasi, Beltway Rulers and their friends. My, how that worm's turned. Hey now, slap a corporate rainbow sticker on it and off we go to trans unicorn utopia. So very progressive.

But I won't bang on, the song speaks for itself.

Dixie,

LSP

SKYWATER

 

Here in Texas we call it skywater, water that literally falls from the sky, and we haven't had any since May - until this afternoon. It began slowly, tentative drops patterning the sidewalk, please don't stop, then picked up pace.

Astounded, I stood on the porch, looking out in wonder. Wow, actual rain, you could see it, and with the skywater came thunder, lightning and a sudden drop in temperature. Beautiful.

Then it stopped, but for how long. Even now, dark clouds are rolling in from the West; will they break and unleash a cataclysmic storm upon this small heat stricken country town? 

Here at the Compound we watch and wait, expectant.

Eschaton,

LSP

Jesus Walks On Water - A Short Sunday Reflection

 

Thanks to our newfangled three year lectionary, we reflected on St. Matthew's account of Jesus walking on the waters of the lake, where he meets his disciples in the fourth watch of the night. There they are, a long way off from land, making no headway because the waves and the wind are against them. Terrified at the dimly seen presence of Christ they cry out, thinking they've seen a ghost. Jesus replies:

"Take heart, it is I, have no fear," Θαρσεῖτε, ἐγώ εἰμι· μὴ φοβεῖσθε. Then, after rescuing a drowning Peter, Jesus enters the floundering boat, stills the storm and the disciples worship him, "Truly, you are the Son of God." What does this teach us?

To state the blazingly obvious, that Jesus is God, Psalm 29 come to life, "The voice of the LORD is upon the waters; the God of glory thunders; * the LORD is upon the mighty waters." And that's worth the emphasis, the miracle happened, the Word made Flesh, the I AM who spoke to Moses from the burning bush, note the Greek, ἐγώ εἰμι, (I am) now speaks in power to his disciples on the water. 

The miracle is real and by it Jesus reveals himself as God to his friends so that they might put their faith in him and be saved, in this case from the storm, but we can go further. The Fathers of the early Church, no small authority, saw the miracle as an allegory or symbol of the Christian life, the life of the Church. Thus:

The disciples represent the faithful, their boat the Church, the ark of salvation. The waters of the lake are the waters of the world and its waves are its tribulations, at every level, which pound against the ship. And the wind is the tempestuous blast of Satan, who would blow the Church off-course from the far side of the lake, which is the Kingdom of Heaven, paradise.

Yes indeed. In every age the Church sets sail across the waters and is pounded by the world and by Satan, both of which hate and would destroy her. And note, apart from Christ the disciples make no headway, as Jesus says elsewhere, "I am the vine, you are the branches... apart from me you can do nothing."

Exactly, but with him, with the Lord upon the waters, we find salvation, both corporately as the Church writ large, the Mystical Body of Christ visible and militant on earth, and personally, as the Church writ small. Here Peter's experience speaks powerfully. It is a miracle within the miracle which illustrates the whole.

He glimpses Christ and hears his voice and asks, "Lord, if it's you, bid me to come to you across the water." Jesus replies, "Come." Peter does, stepping off the boat and into the water, impetuous, only to be distracted by the wind. He begins to sink, to drown, and cries out, "Lord save me!" Jesus does, he catches him and brings him to the safety of the ship.

Is this not the story of our lives? We glimpse Christ, we hear his word and Christ answers our questioning faith, "Come." So we set off across the stormy water to meet him and be with him. Then calamity, catastrophe strikes. The waves pound, the wind blows and no earthly power can save us, so we cry out with Peter, "Lord, save me!"

It's the prayer of desperate faith and Christ, in his love, mercy and strength hears that call and lifts us up from the depths, de profundis, to safety, to union with himself, and puts us back on the vessel of salvation.

I tell you, I've been there many times, no fooling, and I know you have too in far more extremis than I. But take heart, have no fear, the Lord, who is God upon the waters, is with us and is even now guiding his Church and we ourselves to the far shore of paradise. Fall down then, with the disciples in the boat, and worship the Saviour.

Here endeth the Lesson,

LSP

This - That & Cooking With LSP

 

So what's it like in LSPland? all three of you ask with bated breath. Well I'll tell you. It used to be all about horses, guns and fishing but now it's mostly about driving between the Compound and Fort Hood Cavasos on account of an indigent soldier's broken truck.

This, bizarrely, ended up  in a guerrilla shop in between Millford and Italy where cash was king. And, to be fair, they did the work for a good price and the kid's Chevy is back on the road. Right on. Millford, readers, used to look like this:

Now it looks like this:

Well done, asset strippers, you've created a wasteland where we should have flourishing small country towns. Still, there's a Tesla Tower nearby so who knows what tomorrow brings. Good question, for us today's brought venison sausage pasta.

It's an incredibly complex recipe. Shoot a deer or get someone to shoot it for you. Turn the meat into sausage. Slice the sausages up into 1" chunks, brown them with onion, garlic and olive oil. Add diced tomato, I use Roma because cheap. Behold your culinary expertise and have a glass of cold wine, it's hot as Hades and you deserve it.

Then season your cheerfully simmering sauce with ground black pepper, iodized salt, basil, chili powder and a couple of bay leaves. I use Mex come-in-a-plastic-bag variety because, again, cheap and just as good. No rule, feel free to pay more for your bay leaves, your call.

Then, after an hour or so, when the hearty sauce has simmered down and its oil's begun to separate, fire up a large pan of salted water and cook up a pack of spaghetti. Serve the venison over the pasta with freshly grated parmesan and fall upon your scoff...

Like Warriors,

LSP

STAND STEADY

 

Well done, boy, go for that commission. Keep your eye on the ball.

Just sayn'.

Your Old Pal,

LSP