All OK? Of course it is, just Hawkwind.
Yeah, whatever, I see your so-called "Baron Brock" and his familiar, Moorcock, in some kind of second hand car dealership in Monmouth. Uh Huh, seconds of forever.
LSP
All OK? Of course it is, just Hawkwind.
Yeah, whatever, I see your so-called "Baron Brock" and his familiar, Moorcock, in some kind of second hand car dealership in Monmouth. Uh Huh, seconds of forever.
LSP
Just hanging out, club style, in Dallas. Stay frosty, right? In other news, my niece from the UK, who is a lovely person, asked if gender was somehow "fluid." I replied, "No, darling, don't be stoopid."
And all was well. Boxing Day.
Your Old Pal,
LSP
WHEN Mary laid Jesus Christ upon her knees, when she searched him with her eyes, when she fed him at the breast, she did not study to love him because she ought, she loved him because he was dear: he was her Son. His conception had been supernatural, perplexing, affrighting; it had called for faith in the incomprehensible, and obedience beyond the limit of human power. His nativity was human and sweet, and the love with which she embraced it was a natural growth, inseparable from the thing she loved. She was blessed above all creatures, because she loved her Maker inevitably and by simple nature; even though it needed the sword—wounds of the Passion to teach her fully that it was her Maker whom she loved. The Son of Mary is the Son of all human kind; we embrace him with the love of our kind, that we may be led up with Mary to a love beyond kind, a selfless love for the supreme Goodness, when we too shall have climbed the ladder of the cross.
His nativity was human and sweet, yes indeed.
God bless you all,
LSP
Have you recovered from Space Rock? Perhaps you have, and people ask me, they say, "Are you a Royalist?"
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.
LSP
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.
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.
— God Save Great Britain (@GSGB01) December 21, 2024
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
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."
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.
LSP
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
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?
LSP
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.
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.
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
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