A Short Advent Reflection

 

What a beautiful drive to Mission #2 for evening Mass as the sun tried to break through the clouds. "This," I thought gravely to myself, "is Texas." Mind like a steel trap, you see, but en lieu of anything beyond bears, climate change and impending civil war, here's Austin Farrer on the season, behold wisdom:

OUR journey sets out from God in our creation, and returns to God at the final judgement.  As the bird rises from the earth to fly, and must some time return to the earth from which it rose; so God sends us forth to fly, and we must fall back into the hands of God at last.  But God does not wait for the  failure and the expiry of our days to drop us back into his lap.  He goes himself to meet us and everywhere confronts us.  Where is the countenance which we must finally look in the eyes, and not be able to turn away our head?  It smiles up at Mary from the cradle, it calls Peter from the nets, it looks on him with grief when he has denied his master.  Our judge meets us at every step of our way, with forgiveness on his lips and succour in his hands.  He offers us these things while there is yet time.  Every day opportunity shortens, our scope for learning our Redeemer’s love is narrowed by twenty-four hours, and we come nearer to the end of our journey, when we shall fall into the hands of the living God, and touch the heart of the devouring fire.

 

Touch the heart of the devouring fire. I love that.

Pax,

LSP

Bear Attacks Surge In Japan

 

2023 is a record year for bear attacks in Japan, that fabled land of the rising sun. Yes, some 203 persyns have been attacked by the furry beasts this years alone, a record. According to CNN via Breitbart, the hungry bears are looking for acorns and find tasty human flesh instead:

“The thing is that you can have years of bad harvests and years of good harvest of acorns,” contends Maki Yamamoto of Nagaoka University of Technology. “And when the harvest is bad, the bears cannot store enough energy before hibernation by eating mountain acorns alone, so they get closer to human settlements looking for fruits, chestnuts, persimmons, walnuts, and farm products in general.”

So why the sudden uptick in ursine attack? Climate Change, obviously, which is why we all need to be taxed moar or we'll get eaten by bears.

Cheers,

LSP

Civil War 2024 Trailer

 

Predictive programming?

You be the judge,

LSP

Everything Is Good

 

Tasty, right?

Your Pal,

LSP

How Very Gay

 

You Wicked Old Fraud

Behold the President of Satan's Vatican, Claudine Gay, real name. Claudine's got zhirself in trouble for allowing Harvard's junior demons to run around campus calling for Jewish genocide. It's apparently a trend in the hallowed halls of Luciferian academe, go ask the president figures of MIT and U Penn.

What's with these wymmxn? And why have the Ivy League Left gone full holocaust NSDAP in the space of so many seconds? More to the point, why is Claudine "Real Name" Gay President of Harvard in the first place, because of zhir weighty, substantial, academic credentials or because DEI activist. 

What an academic genius!

Surely the latter, and you'll be pleased to know that Harvard's faculty have come out some 700 strong to defend President Gay despite the fact that her bogus dissertation on some race idiocy was partly lifted from her supervisor. Yeah, Gay stole her supervisor's work and passed it off as her own.

Nice one, Gay, but Carol Swain, who Gay stole from, wasn't pleased, calling her a "fraud" and an "embarrassment" who would've been fired if "she were a white male, or even a white female, caught in the scandal that she’s caught in."

So totally not a DEI dyke

Well that's just it, eh? Remember, punters, everything the Left does produces the opposite of its intended effect and while we're at it, why would anyone, ever, send their kid to Harvard. Bad ROI, to put it mildly. 

In related news, Iowa's State Capitol's set up a shrine to goat headed Baphomet, complete with candles and everything. Good work, Iowa, perhaps you'll be joining Harvard in the near future.

I tell you, we're in for a reckoning,

LSP

Foreign Legion

 

No, not the LE (Legion Etrangere), this one's homegrown and it's coming to save us all. That's right, a corps of volunteers who will rescue us from Mad Putler and Nazi Racist Trump. We call them the "Unicorn Brigade" and they're made up of FBI and IRS agents. One well known solutions provider said this:

The FBI Legion could write their names in the Ukrainian history books as they conduct human wave attacks over and over again into the Russian lines in the dead of winter no matter the cost.

Heroes will be made even as they fall to concentrated machine gun fire, anti-personnel mines, artillery and as the bodies are pierced by barbed wire entanglements...but maybe the loss of 35,000 FBI agents and 87,000 IRS agents will be worth it if Ukraine is free?

Of course, the US track record (see Afghanistan) is to accept those losses and then give the enemy $100 million worth of equipment and go home.

 

 

Quite. See you at the Club.

Your Best Pal,

LSP

A Day Off

 

Unlike Satan I take a day off, usually on Monday, In the old days I would've gone riding but that's off the cards for now, so what to do? Catch up with old friends via the miracle of modern technology, watch the crypto charts and...

IMX is tearing it up, vicious little beast

Research silver. Sterling flatware in fact, and here's the thing and word to the wise: A Georgian silver fork, for example, at around 4 oz is typically way more valuable than 4 1 oz coins at spot, and it's not "flagged" by our beloved rulers because "antique." Looks good, too, under candlelight on the mahogany. Just saying.

Just some fork

Speaking of which, if you had a load of 1830s coin silver out of New Orleans, all forks and spoons of various sizes, what would you do for knives? You see, the knives have died, they've gone the way of all flesh, so what's knife needed to reactivate this set of glistening Americana?

Spooning

In the old days it seems the knives were bone or ivory handled, but dishwashers and careless POC "help" probably killed them, and now they're no more. So replace them with what, more bone knife or sterling? I'm inclined towards sterling because durable, but maybe both options are good?

Your Call,

LSP

PS. As you can see, a "day off" involves jousting with, ahem, Gospel imperatives.

National Treasure

 

Cancelled, denied

Speaking truth to power or just making it up

Totally awesome and vindicated

See you at the Club,

LSP

Away Down South In Dixie

 Carry on, Kids,

LSP

Repent You Fool

 

Tomorrow we meet John the Baptist, standing on the banks of the Jordan, in the wilderness, crying out "prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his paths straight." There he is, Elijah come to life, in camel hair, leather belt and fierce asceticism. Make his paths straight, and so we must.

Good work, buddy

Like those Jews at the Jordan, the tax collectors, harlots and associated malefactors, get down in humble, sorrowful, repentance and contrition and return to the Father who loves you. Like the Prodigal, make his paths straight. But how can this be? I have no sin, unlike Hunter Biden who blew hundreds of thousands on hookers and crack.

Just takin' it easy

Not so fast, punter. Consider yourself against the unfathomable perfection of God, how well do you hold up? In my case, in all our cases, not very well. So heed the Baptizer and return to the Lord who loves you, but it's your call.

Don't stare at my teeth, you Nazis!

You can, if you like, remain stuck in wickedness, blowing all your money on crack and hookers like the presidential son. Or you can shake the dust off your loafers and turn that crooked life around. What's it to be?

Lookn' good, feeln' good

It must be the latter and if you can't see the sin and need for repentance, ask God in prayer to show it to you, a bold and courageous call. He will, and be assured of his forgiveness.

Here endeth the Lesson,

LSP

Interlude

 

A golden dish with every wish. Quite, and then some. Does this mean 45 becomes 47? I call not in a snowball's chance in hell but feel free to disagree.

See you all at the Club.

Excelsior,

LSP

Clubbing

 

I texted an old pal who lives somewhere near Derby, which is a kind of town in the UK, "Let's go clubbing, in London." There was a pause in the text stream as Derby considered this enticing option and then, "I think I'm too old for that kind of thing." 

Huh. Resisting the urge to type with my thumbs "don't be pathetic" I replied, "No, not that kind of club, obviously, a club. Let's RV at the NatLib." He thought about it and the idea fell into that ether where unwanted emails, broken furniture and election promises go to die. But not so fast, the concept's still on the table.

Plan being, fly to London in Q1 24, catch a fast mover to Paddington, a cab or tube to Whitehall, set up in rooms and then stroll 'round the corner to Gladstone's place. Walk through those storied doors, wave a sunny hello to Luiz, guarding the gate, and then walk up Europe's largest freestanding marble stairwell to the Smoking Room.

Be annoyed for an instant because you can't smoke in the dam Smoking Room anymore, and walk over to the bar humming Ship of Fools. Safely at the bar, order an excellent Negroni, they really are just that, and admire the palatial space of this remarkable club. 

Jules Verne always springs to mind. Imagine, back in the 1880s this was the largest clubhouse in the world, complete with electricity and an elevator. No kidding, all very Nautilus, and you can sense that as you walk through rooms within which the fate of the British Empire, and of the world, was in play. The place was a powerhouse.

Today it's a social club, a beautiful oasis of calm right there overlooking the Embankment. And here's the thing, you're all welcome to join me for an LSP social some time after Easter. DM to RSVP.

Clubland Forever,

LSP