Martyrs

 

Crazed leftist Bolsheviks slaughtered these people, "until the floor ran slick with blood." Think about it, there you are, a Red Commie, and what do you see? A woman, her daughters and a man in a basement. You HATE them and stab and hack them to death. This is working class retribution. No, it is satanic hell.

The same devil-possessed persons tore with their nails at the icons and iconostases of Russian churches, like enraged beasts. They hated Christ and his image. They hate him today. They will do all in their power to abolish and destroy his body, the Church, the Mystici Corporis, from the face of the earth.

That in mind, how can Christians in good conscience count themselves as Marxists or Progressives or whatever the hell they're currently passing themselves off as. Cut it out.

Instead, believe in the revealed Word of God and the Faith once delivered by Christ to the Apostles and find life instead of death.

ENDEX,

LSP

IT'S JOEVER

 

What a Two-Bit Fraud

At last, the most popular president in the 81 million vote history of popularity has stepped down. And all it took was a simple message of resignation from the race on social media, not even his they/them staffers knew. So clandestine, so professional, so not a coup and wow, it didn't even take a vote. And the people rejoice, check it out:

Unreconstructed, eh?

LSP

Some Kind Of Pathetic Joke?

 

Some buffoon called "Don" Lemon said that Michelle Big Mike Obama is more attractive than Melania. Yeah, right, that's really true, "Don," and here's the thing. These people, our mendacious, corrupt, bought-and-paid-for, malfeasant, duplicitious, condescending media live in the land of gaslight absurd.

Biden? Sharp as as a tack. Oops. Melania? So ugly compared to beautiful Michelle. Old Joe who didn't even bother to campaign, the most popular president in the entire history of popularity. Trump? Clearly a Kremlin agent in the pay of GRU. And on.

For goodness sake, the sheer level of lying drivel being spewed at us by our agitprop press and beloved rulers has reached dropped-on-head-as-infant levels of Soviet imbecility. Have you ever seen anything like it, here in the West. I haven't, this is a whole new stage of weirdness. And where will they go, they being our unelected rulers whom we love so much.

Mitchell, as a swoop in save the party kinda deal, Kamala, the Whore, a corpse? Well, we've got one of those in the Oval Office right now. Who knows, all cards are on tha table. But I do know this, the Trump Train has momentum, energy, unity and common sense.

Reestablish the border, make our cities safe, bring jobs back to the country, boys are boys and girls are girls, no more drag queens messing with our kids, stop the neo-Maoist crazy, lower taxes, rebuild our manufacturing base, make everyone better off, not just our financialized millionaire class. And on.

Common sense, I'd say, but to the Left? NAZI, NAZI, NAZI. Unhinged or what, and that's just what you'd expect from persyns who think men can be women and vice versa, emph on vice.

Your Old Buddy,

LSP

Operation Golden Calf

 

A Typical Bunkhouse of Bishops

A guest post by your favorite and mine, the Dyslexic Deacon:

Archbuckaroo of Canterbury Justsin Wobbly is riding roughshod over members of the General Sodyn opposed to ‘Operation Golden Calf’ - his plan to turn Anglican pastures, lawfully the preserve of sheep, over to cattle.

In an interview for The Church Crimes he said unleashing Buckarette of London ‘Shotgun’ Sarah Doolally to stampede herds over all in their way was ‘a radically inclusive response to an urgent pastoral need’. Any surviving sheep, he promised, will be corralled and safeguarded by the Bunkhouse of Bishops - pending a final solution.

Shepherds are arming themselves and preparing for a long shoot-out.

 

 

Yours Evre,

DD

DEI Hard

 

People accuse Americans of being without humor, as though they were Germans.

Are you DEI Roof sure about that?

If so, you might want to recalibrate your red dot

Beware, all you Feds, the sloping roof!

And can we once and for all indict DJ Trump as the literal Hitler, Russian spy, agent of GRU, Fascist, assassination evader, enemy of democracy, totally Hitler, racist, transphobe, enemy of Gaia and diversity is our strength DEI... (breathless? Ed.) can we please indict this sociopath, bullet missing NAZI and have done with it? Please?

Because Kamala, I never jailed a black man Harris, is the next great hope for a free, beautiful, rainbow utopia in our storied land. And if you believe that garbage you'll believe anything, which, apparently, is on the ballot. Let's see how it flies, not that voting means much anyway, but still, money on the monkey, what?

Guinea on Trump, takers?

DEI Hard,

LSP

Some Kind Of Pathetic Warty Overweight Joke?

 

oh my, you're almost NULAND UGLY, and that's saying something

SS diversity hire Cheatle's said her SS (Excuse me! Uncle Sepp) couldn't control the Trump shooter's rooftop because it was sloping. Presumably her DEI agents would've slid down the sloping roof and fallen to their deaths if they'd tried. Cheatle, apparently promoted from Pepsi to the SS by Jill Biden, has told the world that the "buck stops with me." Yet she refuses to resign. So here we are. And what does "are" mean?

Some kind of total incompetence met with malfeasance, skullduggery, deceit and demonic influence in high places? Perhaps, and scriptural readers will note the Apostles' warning against "spirits of the air" and "against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places."

Yes indeed. That's our fight. You will note Satan increasingly deploys defective staff; Biden's the latest and surely most obvious example. And, when his toys fail to perform he drops them, perhaps you'll have noticed this pattern at the risible presidential debate. So here's a question, and it's a serious one.

Why did Biden's handlers allow their puppet to ascend the stage? Why did they do that? No one in their right minds would've allowed that to happen, but they did. It's like, Trump didn't even have to say anything. Are we talking a coup or simply a rational meltdown in demonic ranks. Huh, I don't know.

On topic, the curiously named head of America's SS, the grotesquely ugly if massively rich Kimberley Cheatle, has a reported net worth of over $10MN USD, was paid >$1MN USD per year at Pepsi and now languishes, grievously onna lowball salary of $280k. But what shall it profit a possessed Clay Golem to gain the whole world and yet forsake it's soul? 

Exorcisms and nooses down the Mall, anyone?

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Bridge of Sighs

 

I've always loved this album by Trower, and maybe you do too. Here's the signature tune, turn it up if you like, I have:

Righteous as you like. Topical? Your call.

Rock on,

LSP

Fishy?

\Went to the lake today to fish, and lost count of the perch, fierce little beasts. Then there's this:

 

NEW - Trump Assassin video shows him crawling on the roof while multiple people point him out to police

They ytw-align-centerelled about him for *almost an entire minute*

It’s insane how Secret Service allowed this amateur to almost kill Trump pic.twitter.com/CWfHBGzOCp

— DC_Draino (@DC_Draino) July 15, 2024

What's your take. Massive, egregious incompetence or something more sinister? Either way it's bad for CONUS looking forward. Just sayn.

Your Pal,

LSP

 

Like Wow

 

How does he even do this, superpowers?

LSP

All In A Day

 

First up, brew strong covfeve on the Compound's annoyingly electric stovetop, must get a gas variant, so much better. Regardless, I use one of those Pedrini espresso contraptions, which offers up the right stuff, at least for me. Perhaps you have a different method and that's fine, no rule. Coffee on the go, feed the dog on the back porch, scan Telegram channels for Ost Front news, and go back in the house, your coffee's ready.

Drink that, take a morning constitutional to the Pick 'n Steal, run through your homily on the Front Porch, it should be memorized, then launch into Mass #1. This is said, oriented, Rite I 1979 BCP, Which means, all you liturgical trads, that it's seemly and in order, if not in Latin. OK, maybe that's a defect, but liturgical Tudor ain't bad either.

The sacrifice ascended, get in the rig and drive to the lake for Mass #2. This too is oriented, face the East and rising sun all you priests, who are supposed to lead the people towards the risen Christ as opposed to chairing some kind of circular Punch 'n Judy show. Well, there's room for that too, perhaps, but this Mass is sung and again, all is seemly, reverent and in order, in a country mission kind of way.

Curiously, the people won't leave their seats until all the candles have been put out on the Altar after Mass. "I say," I asked a former Provost of Baylor who attends faithfully, "Are we all Zeroastrians now?" He chuckled in a provostian kind of way, but surely it's a good thing for the congregation to sit in silent prayer for a few minutes after Mass. In fact, we're supposed to give thanks for inestimable benefit of the sacrament we've received and so reverent silence is by no means out of place. And then?

After a few sunny hellos, climb back in the rig to give Last Rites or Extreme Unction to man in ICU in Cleburne. He's a good man and a faithful, devout, catholic Christian who ran into a cactus and got spiked by a needle. The wound became infected and he, in his '80s, fell into grievous condition. You might pray for him, his name is Jack.

Sickbed seen to, head for home and, if you're me, try to take a short nap. But how can you when the times we live in are so interesting, if appalling. Question: How did Trump's security team fail to surveil the shooter's position and, if they'd done so, why did they allow the boy to loose off a few rounds? Rumors of malfeasance abound.

Your Old Buddy,

LSP

Tombstone

 

There they were. One side won, the other lost, and so you have it.

Your very best pal,

LSP

Excuse Me!

 

Were you part of this? I wasn't, though I know some who were and others again who maybe are still. One of them, an ex-SAS friend in the '90s, in a Porsche, obvs, invited me 'round LL's place, the SF Club in Kensington. Thank you very much.

This is the same man who went 'round our office in South Ken in tears, totally crying. Why? Because Lady Di had died. My Boss, you might say Guv'nor, looked at him and said, "But Roddie, my dear fellow, you're an arms dealer."

Quite,

LSP