This Will Make You Safe

 

Sometimes a picture's worth a thousand words. So mask up, Comrades, and learn Chinese while you're about it.

And obey your new rulers without question.

Your Pal,

LSP

A Lausbua Muss er Sei

These are troubled times, no doubt about it, so here's an uplifting video, which I hope you enjoy as much as we do at the Compound.

Not being a latter day Scrooge, I sent it to an old pal in London last night, asking, "Herr Doktor, you deny the Reich?" only to receive the famous reply this morning, "Sorry dude. Fell asleep there. Long Stasi stake out." Hey, it happens. He then proceeded to translate the song, "He's gotta be cheeky," and pointed me to Match of the Day:

Well spotted! But speaking of Match of the Day, SCOTUS just denied the Texas lawsuit. What's your take on that?

Cheers,

LSP

Lights Out - Minnesota

Imagine the scene. There you are, living in the suburbs of middle America in December 2020; it’s cold outside and you think back on the year that’s been. Who’d have thought it? 

A potentially deadly virus, lockdowns, riots, looting, a contested election, job uncertainty and on. What a dark landscape, so you decide to lift everyone’s spirits by putting up Christmas lights on the house. 

Well done. “Merry Christmas!” you say cheerfully to yourself while decorating a festive tree; things are starting to look up at last, about time. Then boom, the Postperson arrives with a letter blasting your Christmas lights for intolerance, division, and “systemic biases.”

Wow, systemic bias, that's pretty bad. So hurry up, you suburban criminal, and report yourself for wrongthink. That's obviously before you work through struggle sessions in the nearest Maoist Minnesotan reeducation center. 

Satire? If only. Four Minnesota households in a suburb of Minneapolis, St. Anthony, received an anonymous Advent letter this year, excoriating them for decorating their houses for the holiday season. Here it is:

 

I couldn’t help but notice your Christmas lights display. During these unprecedented times we have all experienced challenges which casual words just don’t describe what we’re feeling. The idea of twinkling, colorful lights are a reminder of divisions that continue to run through our society, a reminder of systemic biases against our neighbors who don’t celebrate Christmas or who can’t afford to put up lights of their own.

We must do the work of educating ourselves about the harmful impact an outward-facing display like yours can have. I challenge you to respect the dignity of all people while striving to learn from differences, ideas, and opinions of our neighbors. We must come together collectively and challenge these institutional inequities; St. Anthony is a community of welcoming of all people (sic) and we must demand better for ourselves.

 

Demand better? Yes indeed. Let's start with calling an end to leftist gibberish and tyranny masquerading as tolerance and "welcome." A false welcome to everyone except those who disagree with you. This isn't about toleration, it's about forcing your will on other people, in this instance on those who choose to display the outward signs of Christmas, of celebrating Christ's birth, on their houses.

How dare you, Nazi! As if for a second that a garish if cheerful twinkling light was anything other than a sign of good cheer. But of course our latter-day puritans hate the sign because they hate its significance. 

It proclaims, consciously or not, that God became a man and lay, as a child, under a star in Bethlehem. And with that birth salvation came into the world. 

This is abhorrent to the enemies of Christmas and, if they can, they'll ban the feast of the Incarnation from the public square, like their spiritual ancestors, the Bolsheviks of 1917 or the Puritans of the seventeenth century. But you know what?

The gates of Hell shall not prevail against the angelic host, which cries out, Gloria in Excelsis Deo, glory to God in the highest at the birth of the Christ Child. Nothing, much less mean-spirited, narcissist, Midwestern killjoys and their rich Ivy Satanic League (sorry,  add Berkley) friends can stop that.

Here endeth the Lesson,

LSP

Judgement Runs Out Into Mercy

 

I always post this short reflection in Advent because it's awesome. From my Godfather, Austin Farrer:

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 of our power 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.

Advent brings Christmas, judgement runs out into mercy. For the God who saves us and the God who judges us is one God. We are not, even, condemned by his severity and redeemed by his compassion; what judges us is what redeems us, the love of God. What is it that will break our hearts on judgement day? Is it not the vision, suddenly unrolled, of how he has loved the friends we have neglected, of how he has loved us, and we have not loved him in return ; how, when we came (as now) before his altar, he gave us himself, and we gave him half-penitences, or resolutions too weak to commit our wills? But while love thus judges us by being what it is, the same love redeems us by effecting what it does. Love shares flesh and blood with us in this present world, that the eyes which look us through at last may find in us a better substance than our vanity.

Beautiful and true.

God bless,

LSP

The Church And 2020

 

What a year and who'd have thought it. A virus with a 99.?%  recovery rate shutting down the country and the rest of the West. Rampaging mobs of Anarcho-Marxists burning and looting in Democrat cities with apparent immunity. 

An election which saw hundreds of thousands of ballots, all for Biden and no down ticket, delivered in coolers and suitcases in the dead of night. Nothing shady, weird and duplicitous there. I mean to say, this is Atlanta, Philly, Detroit, Milwaukee and on.

Wow, talk about a brazen coup on the part of our establishment elite, China-shilling Uniparty. Who knows, maybe the color revolution will stall, falter and die at Supreme Court level without a shot being fired, or very few. We can but hope, but in the meanwhile, where's the Church?

You'd think, would you not, that the Church, across all her denominations would have something decisive to say. Like, "Abortion at the point of birth is really evil, you can't be a Christian and vote for politicians who support it." Or, "Marxism is inherently anti-Christ and Christians do not and should not support it," regardless of variants. Likewise, "Deceit, lies and corruption destroy our common life, our polity, and should be exposed and brought to justice. The light of the Gospel and Christ Himself demand it." 

Or something like that. But instead? Silence or mewling complicity. Shut down the churches in slavish obedience to the State, even as you put on your made in China mask. Apologize to the Marxists. Say nothing about the theft of an election. Stand still in your faux leather boots while religious freedom and what's left of Western Christendom is trampled under the smiling rainbow-hued hoof of the unicorn. A vicious beast.

Seriously, the utter, craven, subservient, cowardice of our Christian leaders at this crucial moment is astounding. At best they're silent, at worst complicit in their total failure to provide the Faithful with clear direction and leadership. 

Granted, there are exceptions, such as Cardinal Vigano and, here in the Diocese of Fort Worth, Ryan Reed. Otherwise it's deer in the headlights stasis. Take note, Bishops, Archbishops and assorted Quislings, just because you stand still in the face of an onrushing truck doesn't mean it won't run over and obliterate you. 

To shoot from another angle, by all means go against the Holy Spirit but be prepared to be relentlessly destroyed by that same Spirit.

Happy Feast of the Immaculate Conception.

Ave Eva,

LSP

Never Forget

 

Via 45:

On this National Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day, we recall the phrase “Remember Pearl Harbor,” which stirred the fighting spirit within the hearts of the more than 16 million Americans who courageously served in World War II. Over 400,000 gave their lives in the global conflict that began, for our Nation, on that fateful Sunday morning. Today, we memorialize all those lost on December 7, 1941, declare once again that our Nation will never forget these valiant heroes, and resolve as firmly as ever that their memory and spirit will survive for as long as our Nation endures.

Amen to that,

LSP

Women in the Military?

 

Some say women in the military is wrong, shouldn't happen. Are you sure? Not so fast, punters. Here at the Compound we love the fact that Melania's Colonel of the Dallas Light Cavalry (DLC). Walk, trot, canter, CHARGE.

Look, a Colonel.

And another.

Loyal and Ride on,

LSP

Black Watch

Well done, boys, and yes, we SCORN the Left at the Compound.

Cheers,

LSP

Horse Latitudes

 

A few years back, when the young 'uns were younger than they are today, a kind churchman let us loose on some of his horses. I say loose, we were confined to an arena and, for the kids, a round pen.

Big fun and such a pleasure to ride such well trained animals. Of course my two sons loved it, with the youngest sitting like a Buddha and the eldest, now in Korea, galloping about like a trooper. Fearless, you see.

I ran my horse around the barrels too, though I was told not to. He was, I discovered afterwards, a champ barrel horse with a habit of throwing unwary riders, and I felt foolish. Still, what a lot of fun.

There's something about riding which gets you right down to earth, hopefully not in a painful way. And I know many of you have forgotten more about this kind of thing than I'll ever know. But still, big fun and good for the kids. 

Imagine how important it was for them to break away from computerized serfdom and get out and ride. And you can see, they liked it.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Get Back on the Horse?

This catchy infovideo makes me want to go riding. It's a great feeling, running out under the big Texan sky and not bad by moonlight either. But you think twice after 3 screws in the upper femur, and when all the ready to hand horses are half-broke to ride.

OK, you can always go slow and safe and walk your ill-trained equine pal around a round pen for as long as you like until you get bored. Alright, nothing wrong with that, but I like to go fast, as fast as you like and then some.

That in mind, Wisdom says "don't get on the horse or you'll break another bone, you old fool." Adventure says "don't be a pathetic wimp, ride on and devil take the hindmost."

I'm inclined towards Adventure, with this caveat. Do some boring round pen work first, get the horse worked out and riding skills dusted off. Then go for the run. Does that make sense?

Ride on,

LSP

St. Francis Xavier

 

It's the Feast of St. Francis Xavier today and we marked it by a Mass and some wine and cheese in the church hall afterwards. Such is life and I'm not complaining.

Xavier, in case you didn't know, was a friend of St. Ignatius Loyola and a founding father Jesuit Order. You know, back in the days when the Jesuits burned with fidelity to the Gospel and the Church, the 1500s.

Not content with teaching philosophy at Paris, Xavier sailed to Southern India where he worked tirelessly as a missionary. Conservative estimates say he baptized 30,000 people, others say 100,000, and the churches he founded survive to this day.

Xavier was revered as a saint in his own day because of his remarkable holiness and many miracles. Not least healing, exorcism, and raising the dead. Scoff, if you like, but remember the churches he founded still exist, and, if you're a Christian, never discount Divine Power.

If you do, consider this. When and if you go against God you will be relentlessly destroyed, like Debenhams in the UK. Do not choose that route.

LSP

Back The Blue

 

We back the Blue at the Compound, there's no talk here of cutting budgets and reallocating funds away from Blue towards, say, LGTBQI interpretive dance troupes and COVID compliant trans bathrooms.

No, we're firmly behind our brave protector, which is good, because if we weren't he'd run off. Then crime would soar, people would move out, the tax base would be gutted, and lo and behold, the Compound turns into a ghetto slum. Like St. Louis, Detroit or any one of our numerous urban, Democrat run hellholes.

In the meanwhile, a gang of millionaires backed by billionaires are trying to tell you they won an election because if the steal's big enough, you, the ignorant serf, won't notice.

I ran this by the Blue and he barked for a "treat." Entitlement? I suspect my dog of being a dangerous 5th Columnist. Pitchforks and Nooses down the Mall, please.

Your Friend,

LSP