Life For The Tzar

 

Attention, Glinka, Life For The Tzar.

Our friend is clearly living the dream! And what a dream it is.

Your Tzarist Pal,

LSP

Αγνή Παρθένε - A Short Sunday Sermon

 

You do know, dear readers, that we're fighting this, literally, in the West, and that your tax dollars are paying the interest on the debt which fuels the war against everything we hold good, right, and true. Not unlike the way we pay for a school system which teaches our children to scorn the Faith we teach them at home.

Let's cut to the chase. We're funding Satan, see Trans Baphomet. Do you think God will rest content in being mocked, ad naus? Think again, there will be a great reckoning. Maybe, Christians, you might want to wake TF up. Till then, here's a song:

On topic, let's have the Bosphorus back. Ahem, LL, snap to. And word to the wise, those who go against the Holy Spirit will be relentlessly destroyed by that same Spirit. Maybe you think that last point is some kind of joke. Think again.

Your Pal,

LSP

Serbia Strong

 

Here's a song:

Were we right to bomb Serbia in favor of Moslems? Or did the Serbs have a point? Perhaps we weren't too keen on a Kremlin ally right there on the backdoor of Garden Europa. But whatever, your call. In the meanwhile, let's have the Bosphorus back and...

Remove Kebob,

LSP

PS. There are Albanians in this small Texan farming community. They run a pizza place and an, ahem, Italian restaurant, complete with a bar. I played the above pop song to the owner and asked if he liked it. He shrugged, surrounded by heavies, and we had a good night. Cheers.

A Call

 

Some of you may remember we fought a revolution against tyranny. Here's a song:

If you don't get the Cause, at this point, then maybe you need to do some soul searching. 

Speaking of which, I went for a shoot with a Quantrell (spelled with a C) a few months ago. Dam good man, big believer in the Electric Universe, and not a bad shot either. He loved the Camino. Rest in peace, SSC brother.

States Rights,

LSP

CHEAP FAKE

 

"Cheap Fake:" A low-quality, easily-discernible fake image that is deliberately created or manipulated to appear authentic. But we have to ask, is this Cheap Fake all that cheap? Apparently not.

According to Yahoo Finance, this Cheap Fake's worth a solid and very conservative 10 MN USD. Not shabby, when you think on a lifetime's work as a civil servant. But let's return to definitions.

Cheap: Devalued, as in buying power. "Cheap dollars." Achieved with little effort. "A cheap victory; cheap laughs." Of or considered of small value. "In wartime, when life was cheap." Of poor quality; inferior. "A cheap toy." Well said, Websters.

Fake: Having a false or misleading appearance; fraudulent. Noun: One that is not authentic or genuine; a sham. A brief feint or aborted change of direction intended to mislead one's opponent or the opposing team. intransitive verb: To contrive and present as genuine; counterfeit, "Fake a signature."

Two-Bit Huckster: [adjective] Cheap or trivial of its kind. [intransitive verb] To sell; peddle. See "fake."

Quite,

LSP

GOTCHA!

 

For many years so-called "Archbishop" Vigano has been peddling hate against our Beloved Rulers in Rome, the WEF and beyond. He's had the sheer brazen temerity to suggest the Swiss Guard arrest our saintly Red Pope and his his rainbow associates. Yep, and far, far more, but up 'til now this scoundrel hasn't been brought to heel.

You'll be pleased to know the situation is finally being brought under control. Vigano's been summoned to the Vatican to explain his malfeasance. Will he be excommunicated? Who knows, that remains to be seen, but at last steps are being taken to rein THIS VILLIAN in.

In other news, DLC COMMAND is running for Senate. Here, have a look:

That is all,

LSP

PS. Except that it isn't. Some years ago I wrote an editorial blasting corrupt BLM Marxists and praising Vigano, who saw through such nonsense most clearly. My copyeditor/proofer came back in a FURY. "Who is this Vigano! Are you a racist?" I resisted the urge to tell him that I was a realist, not a racist, and that, as a self-proclaimed orthodox Anglo-Catholic, "Why are you supporting the party of trans rainbow abortion satanic atheism?" I held fire. Good luck, Vigano, I reckon you're the real deal.

Laying Down Smoke

 

A sister flies in from the Old Country, so whaddya do? Climb in the rig and strike out for the Metrosprawl. Once there, fire up the Weber Thesis, enjoy some of the right stuff and apply beer can chicken to the grill when the coals have done their thing.

It's not hard. Brush the chick with olive oil and season with salt and pepper. Admire your handiwork as you insert a can of beer into the bird's crevice, maybe drink some beer while you're at it, and then place the thing on the grill over indirect heat. So important, indirect heat.

Then cover the grill and let heat do its magic for 1 hour, 15 minutes, turning the chick around at half point so that the breast faces the coals. Take it out. Let it rest. Then fall upon your scoff like a warrior, job well done.

But of course you know all this, beer can chicken, a go-to here in the States. In the UK? Maybe not so much. Speaking of which, this sister's in the process of relocating to Reading, not far from London, where house prices are nosebleed high. Well done her, but how do the Brits afford it? They can't, not really, at least not most of them, and the same thing's not far off here too. Solution?

Easy. Our Beloved Rulers at Black Rock et al own everything and rent it back to us, at extreme profit. And guess what, you won't be able to afford meat anymore, much less chicken, and half the country will vote for it because Climate Change. Then wonder why they're only allowed to eat bugs as they glory in their tiny 1500 USD pcm studio apartment. 

I won't bang on, 

LSP

Look At This Corrupt Fraud

 

Dear readers, all two of you, I don't think our friends in England, the UK, really get it. As in, CONUS metrosprawl megacity and all of that has gone. Sure, it seems OK, like civilization, with roads and stuff, at least in parts, for now, but it's all going DETROIT. 

You know what I mean, nice people flee, bye-bye tax base, leaving a corrupt crew of bruvvas lording it over an urban apocalypse of burned out shells of former greatness as urban hipsters reinvent downtown to serve their technocrat they/them masters, Good work, vote blue someliers. 

Let's cut to the chase. What are we, Grand Zimbabwe or something else. I call in between. But over to you.

Your Best Friend,

LSP

Clubland Forever

 

An old friend asked me over drinks at the Club, "I say, are you a, a... a Putinist?" and I looked him straight in the eye and asked, "Do you think whipping P. Riot was a good thing and that a flat 13% tax is a bad thing, to say nothing of supporting the Church? Perhaps you're on the risible side of Jarvis Cocker and the rest of the Trans Rainbow GloboHomo collective."

Damme, Guinea on the Monkey and Twice as Fast

My friend, who learns Sanskrit by way of hobby, replied, "Maybe you need to grow up, so-called 'LSP.'" I looked at him, silhouetted by Midlothian axes and life-sized marble statues of Gladstone, "My dear fellow, I'm afraid that boat's already sailed."

Clubland forever,

LSP

Shake 'Em On Down

 

And that's just the State Department. Rock on, let's hear it for Samantha, and do you not think her skirt is neat?

Shake 'em down. Just some random nonsense.

Your buddy,

LSP

Happy Fathers Day

 

Well done, Fathers, you've brought life into the world, keep it coming. And what better prayer could we have for the day than the Pater Noster? 

PATER noster, qui es in cœlis; sanctificetur nomen tuum: Adveniat regnum tuum; fiat voluntas tua, sicut in cœlo, et in terra. Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie: Et dimitte nobis debita nostra, sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris: et ne nos inducas in tentationem: sed libera nos a malo.

 

I'll spare you the sermon, but how blessed beyond reckoning we are to be adoptive sons of our heavenly Father in Christ. Elevated, dear readers, into the very life of the Trinity itself.

You will note, in passing, that Satan, much like an English schoolboy or Argentinian bishop, hates Latin.

God bless,

LSP

What A Mess

 

What, you say, the state of this great nation, which is apparently hellbent on going to Hell by the nearest available off ramp? No, that's a different post, I'm talking about the Compound. You see, what happened is this. I went off to visit my pal's Battle Farm in Paris Texas, all well and good, and then stayed the night in Dallas by way of filial piety. Nice, but guess what happened? It rained, and it rained mightily.

Then the rain stopped, like the Flood itself, and back we went to this bucolic slice of rural paradise in North Central Texas. Except it wasn't paradise, far from it. While I was away the church basement had flooded, wrecking the AC units cunningly stationed in its flood plain, and so had the basement in the house. In both locations our sump pumps had pathetically broken and there were the basements, awash with around three feet of water.

Worse than this, the sewer line from the Compound was partially blocked with debris, which would explain partial backups onto the kitchen floor when you run the clothes washer. Huh. Better call an electrician and a plumber, which we did.

Long story short. We pumped out the water, Electrics is looking to fix the AC and a crew of plumbers has been working pretty much around the clock to fix the sewer line. No kidding, they were here till almost midnight yesterday, digging up the line. I asked them, "I hope you're getting overtime," and they replied, "No, it's for a good cause, the Church."

Right on, and by the grace of God and sheer dint of hard work those boys cleared the line today out to the mains, some 100 feet away, and set the thing up for a dual clean out. Good work, kids, over and above the call of duty. And let's thank God for this too, the pipe in question is PVC, not clay or iron.

So that's what's been going on here in the country since Wednesday, electricians, plumbers and our ongoing war against the Weather. We shall prevail in this particular skirmish, and emerge stronger. In related news, our Beloved Rulers seem all in favor of the draft, as in "draft all the young people to fight a war."

"Why," asked my eldest, "should I fight a war for Rainbow Corporate GloboHomo and it's transnational rulers?" You see, he was thinking of getting out into a lucrative IT job, let the reader understand. I replied, quick as a flash, "You won't, you'll be part of the training cadre. Stay in and get the most out of it." He seemed to get the sense of that.

Regardless, we're approaching full water here unlike, say, Idaho. Speaking of our Rulers killing some 500,000 square acres of farmland in the Potato State, do you think they really hate us or just don't care, which is the same thing.

Cheers,

LSP