Happy New Year

 

May God bless you all in this new year, which will surely be better than its wretched precedent. We're just about ready to launch SERIOUS fireworks. You know what it's like.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

New Years Eve - Almost

 

Please, dear readers, ignore Bob Wier's shorts, but do psych up for a grand New Years celebration. That is all, for now.

Best,

LSP

Truckery

 

The Old Offender

Keen-eyed readers, all four of you, might remember that the Compound's motor pool took a serious hit when a 2018 F150 went badly wrong on its way to Dallas for Thanksgiving. No joke, the malfeasant rig juddered and quaked on I35's fast lane into the 'sprawl. Pull off the road, LSP, park up at a sketchy Motel 6 and... the 5.0L V8 beast wouldn't restart.

Long story short, the Waxahachie Ford House wanted to charge a whopping Merry Christmas 16k to swap out a busted long block. Huh. No. Tow the broken offender back to base and hand it over to local mechs. They duly turned up and ran a diagnostic, hoping that 1. There was an easily fixable problem, like a bad fuel pump control module, or 2. The old engine was salvageable.

Wretched Malfeasant - There's a Story Here

No to 1 and 2. A rocker had busted and fallen into the body of the engine, the timing chain had snapped and catastrophic failure ensued. Not unlike the Church of England, when you think on it. Solution? Pull out the old engine via tractor and chains, drop a new/used one in. And that's exactly what happened.

Everything back together, we took the truck for a test drive through the sylvan boulevards of pleasantly sunny rural Texas and, lo and behold, the beast purred along with its newly installed engine, which came from a vehicle with 77k on the clock. So it's a young engine, let's see how it pans out in the New Year.

Skulduggery

Ah, but LSP, I hear you think, trenchantly, what happened to the RAPTOR? Good question, and here's the answer. If this year of our Lord, 2025 A.D., comes in golden, then a jolly old Raptor's on the cards and a Sergeant can have the refurbed One Fiddy. That's one timeline, we'll see what tomorrow brings.

Cheers,

LSP

Another Day

 

Just coz.

Bless you all,

LSP

This & That

 

Here's the deal. An ebullient Sergeant's walked through the door, a couple of Churchmen have dropped a new/used 5.0L V8 motor into the rig and all is well, so far. And guess what, the new engine even works, and didn't throw any codes when fired up. Yes, it married the transmission.

That in mind, hope you all had a beautiful Sunday, worshiping God who is Word from Word, Light from Light, very God of very God. Yes, ET INCARNATUS EST. And we beheld his glory, full of grace and truth. Is there, per St. John's Prologue, a more majestic piece of Scripture? I doubt it.

Love & Peace,

LSP

Lord of Light

 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.

Spirit of the Age,

LSP

Boxing Day

 

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

Merry Christmas!

 

Wishing you all the best and merriest Christmas. Here's Farrer:

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

 

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.