Cocktail Party - Yes, They still Exist

 

Do people even have cocktail parties anymore? Apparently they do, not least here in the North Central Texas Exclusion Zone, and what fun it was.

"Crazier than a sh*house rat!" said one punter and I paused, "What do you mean?" He explained and we looked out on the town's Heritage League. 

Behold, diamonds shine brightly. And you'll be sure I thanked relevant people for relevant favors; I do not say that lightly. Also spent a good portion of the evening talking to our LEO bodyguards. Good men.

You know what? I feel a chaplaincy role coming on.

Spem in Alium,

LSP

Myrtle Beach Adventure

There it  was, touchdown in Myrtle Beach, which is a resort town in South Carolina. But why? Because an old friend was being consecrated in the Orthodox Anglican Church and I flew out to support him. He's a good man and's had an interesting life.

art

Naval enlisted, went back in with a commission, did mysterious, arcane things, left to become a DC lawyer, left that to be a priest in the Anglican Continuing Church and's now a bishop. Well done, perhaps a movement from dark to light?

South Carolina bought the London Eye

Regardless, we set up at the Hampton Broadway, which is a hotel in a kind of ersatz boardwalk tourist development a mile or so from the actual beach, complete with artificial lake and everything else. I'd imagine the Broadway's an intolerable, heaving nightmare in season but it was pretty much empty this week, which was fine. 

Typical light house street scene

Stroll around around the little thematic shopping zones and wonder at the glory of it all as you ask, "Why is there a Japanese steakhouse in 'New England Village'?" Puzzled, swing by the Key West "Hangout," ask yourself why it's empty and how can they afford to keep this place running.

what a beautiful bridge

Baffled, take rum meets rum meets fruit juice solace at Margarataville before falling back to an RV at the hotel, life is good. The next day, go to your pal's consecration at a small mission church a few blocks away and feel genuinely blessed by the experience.

Morning after

No kidding, what a good exeat and our party was curiously military, one of the recently retired padres had had the honor of celebrating the Mass in Saddam's former palace. I'd say that was braggable.

consecration

And now? Back in the great state of Texas, which is a country in itself, and a good one. Off topic though it seems relevant, somehow. Never, ever, ever, ever give up. I say that most seriously.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Assault And Battery

 

On the edge of time, readers, what few there are of you.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

The Gift That Keeps On Giving

 

Yes, we're talking about Hunter Biden's laptop, it just won't go away. And what a nasty tale it tells.

Crack

Whores

Corruption

Imagine it was Don Jr's laptop, imagine that shark feeding frenzy. But no, this was the son of our anointed ruler, so the story was buried with the help of the FBI, no less. Will we see any justice? I'm not holding my breath.

Rock On,

LSP

Twister

 

Lo and behold, shock, gasp, horror! Turns out that Twitter worked hand in glove with the DNC to suppress the Hunter Biden laptop scandal, push the phony Russian collusion hoax, ban conservative voices and basically be an online agitprop arm of the Democrat party, not least in an election year. 

Nothing we didn't know already but thanks, Elon, for taking out the dirty laundry and making leftist heads explode all over the planet. How dare he! Well it seems that he has and more power to him, expose all the corrupt mendacity you can.

 

In similar news, Brazilians and their military don't seem too keen on the latest election steal, the Chinese are revolting against their benevolent rulers and Dutch farmers aren't too happy about their farms being seized in the name of Green. Go figure.

Cheers,

LSP

Excelsior

 

The many readers of this widely read mind blog have asked, "What's it like, really like, at the Compound." A very good question  and in answer?

Your Old Pal,

LSP

We The People - Warning Language!

 

Well there you have it.

Best,

LSP

Small Change Charity

 

The Pick 'n Steal hasn't changed much over the years and I should know, I walk there pretty much every day for coffee after Morning Prayer. A bit samey perhaps, so I've decided to change things up.

Now, instead of leaving the P 'n S, 20 oz tumbler of coffee in hand and walking with urgency back to the Compound, I stop and put some change on a metal box fixed to the side of the shop.

Day 2, there's lots more now, untouched so far

It's a kind of experiment. How much change will accumulate before someone takes it? So far no one has and what does this mean? That our small farming community's rich and doesn't need the money? Hardly. That P 'n S customers aren't thieving scoundrels? If only that were true.

Let's see how this exciting exercise in small change charity unfolds. Hey, every penny counts and get 'em quick before our benevolent rulers ban cash. Speaking of charity, I put in some time at the food bank the other day, helping to unload a truck-full of food for the needy.

What a lot of food! Turkeys, chicken, ham, canned goods, delicious fish and on, not least boxes of farm fresh produce. Great result and it was good to help out for a good cause. We don't want to encourage scrounging malfeasance but neither do we want to see people going hungry.

Just a random small business shut down. Thanks, asset-strippers

They say clergy should spend time outside their churches doing good in the community. I'd agree with that and must do more. It was, you recall, the way of the early church.

Cheers,

LSP

Cheese Slides Off Cracker

 

I took the call this morning, "LSP, this is getting off-hook, there's bad crazy weirdness everywhere, you couldn't make it up if you tried. Like the guy in a dress who's in charge of nuclear power, there he is, stealing women's luggage at the airport."

"Like for what?" I asked, "For the dresses?" A short silence, "Yes, exactly. Then there's the Admiral, Dick Levine. He's just this old man dressed up like a woman, but everyone knows he's not a woman, it's obvious, like Bruce Jenner."

But we're supposed to think the evidence of our senses is wrong, utterly wrong, because science meets rainbow and anything else is literal Nazism. Wow, watch out for those biology Fascists all you neutered soy serfs of the NWO. But back to the point.

We thought about this for a minute or two and my friend came up with a solution, it's what he does, "This insanity's too deep, it's beyond our expertise, we have to hand it over to the professionals." I agreed, "We're not up to it on this side of the divide, we don't have the skills." He agreed, "We don't, God needs to take them home, this is beyond us."

Apparently it is. When something so basic as the difference between a man and a woman is seemingly beyond our grasp, then we have to apply to a Higher Power. How he sorts that out is another thing again. In the meanwhile, gentle readers, don't forget that Baphomet, the demon, is trans.

And a minor aside. Why, if biology's so unimportant in the gender scheme of things, do people pay so much money to alter it to become a surgical/chemical parody of their opposite sex? Could it be that demons are driving this? See pronouns They/Them or in other words, we are legion.

Vade Retro,

LSP

Russia Says No To Rainbow

 

Looks like Russia's Canadian Embassy's speaking truth to power. A "Family is a man a woman and children." How. Dare. They. What utter, total, literal, brazen NAZIs, yes, Soviet Nazis. Thank Rainbow Gaia we're pouring billion$ into this fight to defeat heterosexualists autocrats who lock up protesters for years without trial. 

even drag queens scorn Justine

Imagine, when we win, as the West always does against Russia, the sheer rainbow utopia of it all. A trans bathroom on every block of the Kremlin and a plateful of insects in every sustainable, biodegrable plate. Exactly, you'll own nothing and be happy. That's what we're diversity fighting for. Seriously, how many soldiers are down with this? Just asking.

Your Pal,

LSP

They're Not Even Bothering To Hide

 

We all know about Balenciaga's bondage bear devilry but the plot thickens to Fashion IT girl, Lotta Volkova, Russian born super stylist to the hyper rich, #BillSoc industry and Balenciaga associate. Here she is.

In case we didn't get the picture, Vogue's Spring Accessories 2021 provides some context, a demon.

And check out America's top celebrity art witch and friend of the Podestas on the cover of Ukrainian Vogue. Don't say Spirit Cooking.

Point being? I'm no prude, but there is dark, satanic evil in high places and it's not even bothering, at this point, to hide. Have a look online if you like, I couldn't post the grosser images, especially the ones involving children. But maybe you're not convinced? I'll leave you with Lotta itself.

You see, it's all fun and ironic art games 'til you look up and your possessed pal's eating a baby's forearm.

Defende Nos,

LSP

Cambridge Trans Christ?

 

Worshipers at Evensong in Trinity College Cambridge were scandalized by a sermon claiming that Jesus was trans, with some leaving the chapel in tears and calling the college's Dean a heretic.

The sermon was given by junior research fellow Joshua Heath who reportedly stated from the pulpit, 'In Christ's simultaneously masculine and feminine body in these works, if the body of Christ as these works suggest the body of all bodies, then his body is also the trans body.'

According to the Daily Telegraph, Heath used the 15th century painting Pietà with the Holy Trinity by Jean Malouel to prove his point, blasphemously likening the wound in Christ's side to female genitalia. In response to outraged churchgoers, Trinity College explained Heath's sermon was simply an exercise in art philosophy and didn't imply Jesus was trans.

So that's alright then, except that it isn't. That Trinity's Dean and his unfortunate homilist would be so spiritually tone deaf is bad enough in itself, much less the subject matter. For the record and now that we're in Advent, the Word was made flesh as a man.

Out demons out,

LSP