Baroque

 

Have you recovered from Space Rock? Perhaps you have, and people ask me, they say, "Are you a Royalist?"

I answer, "Of course I am, I swore an oath."

That said, let's see Prince Cider live up to his rank and cancel the abominable, ignorant, malfeasant Left in the UK, but perhaps he's part of the problem?

Exsultet,

LSP

Manifest Destiny

 

Here we are, on the very verge of celebrating the birth of Christ, of adding our Magnificat to Mary's. That in mind, I called up Ma LSP from the lit up front office of the Compound, aka "porch" to see how things were progressing in Dallas. Well, apparently.

"We had a lovely evening at the neighbor's yesterday, they have a golf cart which is illumined by lights and went for a ride around the neighborhood to see the Christmas decorations. They seem so much better from the cart than when I take my walk." I reflected on that.

"Touring around a lit up area in some kind of cart is pretty much always a good thing to do, perhaps you would've enjoyed a rikshaw ride around Soho, London, back in October?" Always practical, Ma LSP asked, "How much does that cost?" 

Good question, "I think we paid around 20 bucks. It just seemed right after dinner at the Club. But yes, neither you nor anyone else has any business climbing into a Soho rickshaw at midnight. Not to worry, we waved at all the street revelers as we passed them by."

My partner in rickshaw crime sent a message the following day, "It would seem, my dear LSP, that you led us on a kind of reverse Dante of an excursion." Well he had a point, but it was fun, no doubt about it, and you're all welcome to join in when we all descend upon WHITEHALL to liberate the once United Kingdom, our Mother Country.

Speaking of which, 47's on a (t)roll, have you seen? First we annex Canada, freeing its population, then we reclaim the Panama Canal, about time, and then we BUY GREENLAND. Whoa. Manifest. Destiny. Rock on, Mr. President.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Advent Four

 

It's the fourth Sunday of Advent and advance to contact, eh? Contact being Christmas and the celebration, our magnificat, of the birth of Christ. With that, with his birth in us anew, we're to bear Christ into the world for the refutation of evil and the salvation of mankind. Perhaps the March of the Templars resonates.

On topic, you might be interested to know that priestly vocations have soared by over 30% in godless, apostate, secular socialist Spain. Let's pray this encouraging trend continues.

God Bless,

LSP

All Lit Up

 

All lit up and time for some Space Rock, don't you think?

Ladbrook Grove forever and, "Is there something wrong with the juke box?" I pause, "No, darling, it's just Hawkwind."

Cheers,

LSP

PS. Lemmy made that band, imo, feel free to disagree.

Well It's All Going On

 

There's a new addition to the Compound's motor pool, a tractor. Why? you ask in that bewilderedly exasperated tone of voice. Because of course there is. Rumors of impromptu engine block hoist are entirely that, rumors. 

In other news, this Democrat freak from Connecticut is a member of Congress, a "law maker," no less. Here, have a look at Rosa.

Zhir socialist net worth is a paltry 3MN$, which makes her one of the poorer members of our Beloved Ruling Elite. Too bad she's not getting that vaunted 40% pay raise touted in the dismally failed porculus CR Bill. I know, we all want to pay our dear rulers moar but sometimes patience is a virtue.

Speaking of which, Germans in Magdeburg aren't too happy about the Saudi Arabian doctor who rammed into a Christmas market. Here they are, on the streets.

The German people are out on the streets saying ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.

They want mass deportations.

This needs to happen for the whole of Europe and the UK

Our future depends on it. pic.twitter.com/oIIXpfT5TH

— God Save Great Britain (@GSGB01) December 21, 2024

Apparently the car killer Saudi was an apostate Moslem and an AfD supporter promoted by the vile, hated, rude, condescending, deceitful, pugnacious, smug BBC, no less. Huh. What a convenient narrative. Islamophobia kills Christians at Christmas market! If you believe that you'll believe anything, as in "men can have babies."

dam straight they do

In the meanwhile, Magdeburg's people are taking a stand against their country's suicidal empathy for Jihadi savages who hate, despise and want to conquer their formerly Christian hosts. Imagine the same thing in Two Tier Kier's England; all those guys would be locked up. Well you know the saying.

Something better change,

LSP

Stand Off

 

I call this primitive installation "Stand Off," and you'll notice Eduardo's quizzical if wary exotic ducks staying well clear of the inquisitive hound. Blue, of course, would've jumped up there and caught 'em, but he was a different level dog.

In other news, a Moslem fanatic plowed into a Christmas market in Magdeburg, Germany, killing at least 11 people and wounding some 80. Good work, Germany, import all the people who HATE you and look what happens. I won't post photos out of respect for the fallen. Surely it's not the case that the lib/prog ascendancy which rules the West hates its own people. But what am I saying.

How Very Beautiful

Of course they do, they're Marxists, albeit cultural ones, and they scorn, hate, despise and loathe everything European, White and Western, not least its religion, what little's left of it. But take solace in this: Everything the Left does produces the exact opposite of its intended effect. It's like an axiom.

Speaking of which, here's San Francisco's Weight Stigma Czar, Virgie Tovar, who'll work within the city's health system against that deep oppression which is "weight-based discrimination."

This morbidly obese and ugly persyn is, according to San Francisco, all about health. Not unlike, when you think on it, those Mengele doctors who chop off young women's breasts to promote sanity, all the while collecting fat paychecks. Of course our current insanity has nothing to do with money, just ask the UK's Net Zero industry.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Born To Go

 

Maybe this utter, tin ear, deaf as a post, wrong side of history mountebank needs to think twice again. Well he should, the corrupt buffoon. As we ponder this heady equation, and its malfeasant quotient, here's USMC:

See what I'm saying? Maybe we can spare a carrier group and expeditionary force to liberate the UK from the tin-pot, corrupt, we-hate-our-people Maoists who've colonized it. Call it de-colonialization if you like.

In related news, rumors that we're taking over Canada and the UK as the 51st and 52nd states are just that, rumors. Bring it on? Well it's not as though we couldn't. Do those places even have armies?

Mind how you go,

LSP

Kaiserhymne - Look What Took From Us

 

Typical SMOM Church Scene

Imagine being there in the golden summer of pre-war Europe, before 1914 and the slaughter of your generation. Quite a thing, and how different from the way we live now. 

Beautiful buildings: Architecture reflects the spirit or soul of a culture, now unspeakable concrete and steel ugliness. Butchers, bakers, tailors, things made for you by real people. Communities, not today's ersatz online fellowships, but real people being with each other for good or ill because they met, in person, all the time. As opposed to our fake electronic equivalent.

Oh my, what have we lost

In short, our quality of life has decreased. What we see, what we get, is worse than before, we've devolved. In 1910, a middle class family could afford servants and a house with ceilings higher than you could swing a cat in. Today? Good luck, maybe you can afford a two bedroom flat in outer London.

In the meanwhile, the people who would have been staff in a house, and by extension were part of the family, are now reduced to flipping burgers or stacking shelves at the local "don't give a dam about you" hypermarket.

Better than '74, imo

You get the point. Was my town better or worse 120+ years ago? Worse. It was way less attractive, not being a truck route, way more prosperous, because it hadn't been asset-stripped, and was way more attractive, you know, to look at. It even had all these small shops selling meat, bread, produce and, doubtless, fake whiskey. Don't say Wesley Hardin.

See you at the Club,

LSP

Magnificat

 

Never, ever forget the power of the Western Rite. Yes, it's more austere than its Eastern equivalent, perhaps less emotional, but cold and without feeling? No, it has all the power of the Crusades, of Charlemagne, of the Western Empire converted.

Of course you may well prefer a praise band, and that's OK too, if you must, but here's our music, the music of Western Christendom, playing out in Oxford, Solemn Vespers (Evening Prayer, all you Anglicans):

Europe, said Belloc, is the Faith. Both are under attack right now, egregiously. Rise up and reclaim your homeland as you, with the Immaculate Mother of God magnify the Lord.

LSP

Are Airguns Retarded And Gay?

 

Good question, and I say no. Back in the day you could blaze away with readily affordable ammo, but not so much today. And, let the reader understand, you want to arrive at a backyard plinking solution. OK, subsonic .22 is a way forward. But maybe air's better?

Maybe so. My brother, who lives in "ban all guns because commie" Wales shoots merrily away with .177/.22 canister air guns and's fixing to upgrade to a Kral Empire. Nice, at around $700 (!). And especially nice in the UK, where you're not allowed to shoot real guns but you can shoot these. OK, good for my brother, the Kral looks great, if pricey. But here in the States?

We don't need to rely on air guns to shoot because we have a constitutional right to own and bear arms, much as the Left wants to take that away from us in their drive towards a corporate sponsored neo-Maoist dictatorship. Granted, but what if you live in a vaguely built up area, where you can't shoot that AR for practice?

Again, good question, and I don't see anything wrong with going down a backyard plinker air gun solution. Some people go further and get air compressor hunting rigs marching up to something like .50 Cal. Far out. Me? I'd settle for a Walmart Special, twice as powerful as the attractive Kral and way cheaper, seemingly.

Shoot on,

LSP

O Sapientia

 

Typical Truckery

O Sapientia, O Wisdom, teach us the way. The way being discernment viz a 2018 F150 XL 4x4 V8 5.0 engine. The Waxahachie Ford house "recommended" a new long block, stating that cylinders 5, 6 and 8 were losing compression. Waxahachie stated on the phone that the "block was cracked."

OK, if so, get a new motor or a new truck. But here's the thing. Local mechs have swarmed around and don't see any evidence of a cracked block, of catastrophic engine failure. They do feel there's an oil issue, apparently a thing on 2018-20 F 150 5.0 engines. So Thursday beckons a new diagnosis to find out the root of the problem. 

Kitchen Glocks. Go On, Shoot The Food

Let's see how that goes, it'd be a relief to not have to buy a new, reman, refurb engine; they're pretty pricey. Seriously, new ones come in at around 10k, refurb at 7 and reman at 4. Cheaper than a new new rig, but still. Stand by for further news in this exciting and developing story.

In the meanwhile, here's the O Sapentia antiphon (sing it this evening if you can before and after the Magnificat at Vespers/Evening Prayer):

O Sapientia, quae ex ore Altissimi prodiisti,

attingens a fine usque ad finem,

fortiter suaviterque disponens omnia:

veni ad docendum nos viam prudentiae.

O Wisdom, coming forth from the mouth of the Most High,

reaching from one end to the other mightily,

and sweetly ordering all things:

Come and teach us the way of prudence.

Ave,

LSP

Let's Hear It For Detroit

 

Imagine this, punters, if you can. I moved from South Ken in London to Windsor/Detroit in '97. (Excuse me, were you utterly insane? Apparently yes) Why? For love and adventure, obvs. That aside, I'd email friends in the UK, yes, we had email then if just, as to what the New MI world was like. I don't think they believed me because so very far outside the UK thing. Hey, I was pulling punches, for what it's worth.

Whatev. I understand from reliable sources on the ground that the Motor City ain't as desolate as it used to be. As in, Downtown and Wayne State zones are being reclaimed for white civilization, by white people. Possibly, hope so, and let's repeat the mantra, "It's coming back, man." Huh. Here's a song:

Huh. Crawled Outta The Trailer And Into The Big Time

You only get one shot. Well he ain't wrong, eh? Trigger pressure and muscle memory forever. See you on 8 Mile, on the top floor of the Caddy and at the Club. So.

All Best,

LSP