Just Go To The Lake

 

Some of you might say Morning Prayer or "Mattins," some of you may not, and that's your call. By all means refuse to read the Old and New  Testaments, Psalms included, in a disciplined and regular way. After all, it's only the revealed Word of God. That in mind, Morning Prayer over, 1928 BCP thank you very much, it seemed right to head to the lake.

Huh

Would the fish bite? They didn't, to any great extent, though it was fun getting bumps and a ferocious little perch and, as always, good to get out to the water. Speaking of water, did any of you watch War Hegseth's address to our assorted Admirals and Generals? He didn't seem too keen on "stealth ships" like the LCS, to say nothing of being too fat to fight.

Light Rod - Big Fish = Awesome

Some of us disagree with War Hegseth. We feel there's a very good place for stealth ships, yes, as diving platforms, fishing piers and aquatic control centers in our lakes. I picture one in Lake Whitney, Texas, doing its duty, moored up in the midst of it all. Just think of the Striper fishing.

Useless Rubbish

And what a useful place to fall back to when the Dollar tanks, the rule of law breaks down and our attempt at civilization falters and breaks. Which of course it never will because that's never happened ever. Woe to you, when that hour comes as you attempt to flee the Metrosprawl. Rejoice and be glad, all you who have a maritime fortress in Bosque County. But that's in the future.

In the meanwhile we marvel at how little our lives have changed since the government shut down. Perhaps this could be permanent? Thanks.

Ad Astra,

LSP

Folk Muzik

 

Just some tune.

I'd think twice before going to war with Russia, but what can we say? Hubris has a nasty habit of meeting Nemesis in the dark alleys of geostrat decision making. Just ask Napoleon and Hitler.

Cheers,

LSP

ICE ICE BABY

 

Did you notice our newly assigned Pontif blessing a block of ICE? Trad catholics were dismayed at this apparent endorsement of the rainbow globalist climate scam, but maybe all's not what it seems? In related news, some judge decided that the Commander-in-Chief can't order his troops around and the Mayor of crime-ridden, urban hellhole Chicago believes enforcing the law's an act of civil war, or something like that.

Hey, I'm all for the South, Bonnie Blue, States Rights, General Lee and all of that, but didn't the Democrats lose the last one? Speaking of which, how would a civil war pan out here? The Rainbow Left seem to think all these trannies will rise up and seize the means of production, ushering in a furry trans utopia of cosplay Black Bloc Durruti Columnists cavorting wildly on the streets of Das Kapital.

Others imagine balkanization, the fragmentation of central state control when the cash runs out, which, gentle readers, it already has. Don't say national debt or the end of the Western Roman Emire. But that's as maybe, in the meanwhile we have ICE. Here's a song:

Dallas boy, curiously; didn't he get into some kind of trouble with Two Pack Shaker? But that's as maybe, should anarcho-trans nihilists, paid and unpaid, be allowed to turn Democrat run urban sh*tholes into even worse sh*tholes than they already are? Should the Feds be allowed to go all military on these larping revolutionaries or is that a bad precedent, threatening all our freedoms?

As always, your call, you be the judge. Me? I'm more than half-inclined to wall off, yes, big beautiful walls, Portland, Minneapolis, Chicago, Baltimore, Austin, San Francisco and all the rest, and simply let them have at it. Go on, burn yourselves down, and look where we are, back at balkanization. Huh. As you ponder this in depth analysis, here's VDH: 

Both Antifa and the appeasing Oregon officials are our new neo-Confederate secessionists. They feel that their states are now autonomous entities that are still entitled to federal money but not obligated to follow federal laws.

 

Fides Invicta Triumphat,

LSP

Magnum PI

 

You'll be surprised to know this, unconcerned punters, that one of the many benefits of staying in the Sceptered Isle, aka Disunited Kingdom, is that you get to watch all these reruns of classic US crime/adventure shows. Seriously, it's all on regular TV, huh.

So there we were on New Row, just off Covent Garden, with the TV on, I was shaving, personal admin being important, when Mrs LSP cries out, "Come in here, you have to see this, it's Magnum PI!" Well she wasn't wrong. What. Utter. Genius.

So who's best, Magnum himself, who is undeniably awesome, Higgins, who is remarkably awesome or the scriptwriter himself? Maybe all of these. But hey, you don't need to go to London to watch the amazing Magnum PI, you can dial it in from here, in the US, for a small but worth it fee. While you're at it, watch Slow Horses.

Best,

LSP

PS. My wager's on Higgins, for what it's worth.

Some Kind of Pathetic Joke?

 

No, this is apparently serious, Sarah Mullally's going to be the next Archwitch Archbishop of Canterbury. She's been operating as the bishop figure of London for several years and is, of course, pro-abortion, pro-homosexual marriage and a perfect example of what George Owers describes as "Rainbow Flag Erastianism" (RFE). Here he is, writing for The Critic:

If I were to try to imagine a candidate for the new Archbishop of Canterbury who is the furthest away from this, the worst and least suitable replacement for Welby possible, I would probably pick someone along the following lines. They’d be a former state bureaucrat who made an entire career out of the sort of bland HR department-inspired managerialism that is destroying the church, probably a senior civil servant in (say) the NHS. They’d be on record as having every tick-box lazy progressive political and theological opinion imaginable. They would, of course, have lived and worked in London for most of their life and be a thoroughgoing metropolitan. They would have no record of any serious theological or scholarly work, but be thoroughly intellectually mediocre.

Whoops, I just described the person announced this morning as the new Archbishop of Canterbury, Sarah Mullally. The Church of England making an appalling decision is too common to be surprising, but even I was a bit taken aback at the sheer perversity of this choice. She is the pure distilled essence of the hectoring lanyard class, a bureaucrat, a proceduralist and a progressive down to her fingertips. Her entire professional career was spent in the NHS, latterly as Chief Nursing Officer and “Director of Patient Experience”; she is on the record as being “pro-choice”, pro-gay marriage, on board with the usual check-box list of LGBTQIA+ orthodoxy; she has lived in London for most of her life. She will occupy an Archiepiscopal throne once occupied by theologians of the calibre of Anselm, Cranmer, Michael Ramsey and Rowan Williams: her sole contributions to the intellectual life of the church are a couple of those paper-thin (in every sense) “Advent/Lent reflection” books, the authorship of which appear to be compulsory now among senior bishops, and the readership of which is close to non-existent. 

 

Dam, nailed it, read the whole thing, it's not long, and we can add that Mullally's not even a priest much less a bishop. This would leave St. Augustine's throne vacant and yet another venerable institution, more than that, part of the visible Body of Christ on earth, is effectively gutted, and become a hollowed out apostate sham. To put it another way, a mawkish conflation of cucumber sandwiches on the lawn establishment nicety emmeshed in the godless anti-Christ orthodoxy which is the spirit of our age.

Of course some of you might argue that this has been the case since Reginald Pole's death in 1558, and the argument has force, papal ice block blessings notwithstanding. That in mind, the Cure D'Ars prophesied that Christianity in its fullness and ancient splendour will be restored in the UK. Whether the venerable if dismally suicidal Church of England will be part of any such revival remains to be seen.

In the meanwhile, we soldier on,

LSP

Hail The Old Hippie

 

Yep, that'd be Roy, bless him. Is he even alive? Whatev, here's a one man rock and roll band.

There was a time, dear readers, that Roy was my favorite live act. Some time ago, mind you.

Cheers,

LSP

Don't Fear The Reaper

 

Sometimes it's better in song, don't you think?

Keen-eyed readers of this humble mind blog will know we've been saying it for years.

DFTR,

LSP

Well That Was Fun - Part Four

 

So there we were, in the beating heart of the Rainbow Caliphate which is the UK, but not so fast. This is Pall Mall and the Reform Club and I tell you, there wasn't an emissary of the tyrannous New World Order in sight in the Coffee Room, at least a breakfast. So there is that.

Seriously though, I value London's clubland because it stands like an island of civilization in a sea of something else, a holdout of Great Britain, perhaps. It's fun too and congenial, which doesn't go amiss. Still, movement is a sign of life says the Philosopher, so off we went to the next and final set up, an Airbnb just off Covent Garden, in New Row.

"Cabbie, that'll be New Row, please," and off we sped. It's not far, walking distance, but bags were involved and a cab made sense, and it's fun too, like a tour. Then all of a sudden there we were, in New Row, with its Tesco Express, coffee shops, pubs and restaurants, about two minutes from Covent Garden and two minutes from Charing Cross Road.

Memories for me, for sure, and what a pleasant apartment, you can gaze down on Sheeky's from its overwatch. You know, I always used to love the curio bookseller shops between St. Martin's Lane and Charing Cross Road, and I love them today. They're still kinda there.

Whatev, Friday morning came all too soon and off we went to Paddington, Heathrow and a hideously cramped flight. Next time? Fly into Edinburgh and do the trip in reverse, with more time at the awesome RSC. All this, of course, if the UK remains a flyable destination.

END

Meanwhile - In England

 

Wow, so someone had the brazen, literal, no-holds-barred, total temerity to mock the Beloved Ruler of the Sceptered Isle? I'm aghast and shocked. Report yourself, BEACH EXTREMIST, immediately.  You'll note, sand terrorist, that there's a cop van in front of your provocative, subversive, FASCIST SLOGAN. Yeah, take note. As you do, note this: Hate Speech isn't Free Speech.

Nooses and Pitchforks down the Mall,

LSP

Fish

 

The sun began to rise over a somnolent rural enclave in North Central Texas, half-light giving way to autumnal sun, the glare's off summer but it's comfortably warm, in the 80s, beautiful. So what to do? Drink that strong covfefe and reflect on the situation while next door's rooster kicks up a racket and birds hit the feeders. "I know," you announce to the team, "Let's go fishing." Which is exactly what happened.

After the morning evolution we arrived at Lake Whitney with a couple of light rods and a box of worms. Would there be fish, would they bite? Kind of, a few half-hearted bites from baby perch and then boom, something bit hard and fast and out came a... baby perch. Fierce little fella.

To be honest, slow going, the fish were taking a sabbatical but, on the last throwaway cast something took the line and surged. What was this leviathan of the deep, a large bluegill or something else? It was something else, a catfish and a fighter. 

Out he came and would've stayed ashore if I'd brought a cooler, but no, he went back to fight again another day. And that was that, what a lot of fun. It's good to get out by the water and try your luck against the piscine adversary. Let's see more of this.

Fish On,

LSP

Turn It Off

 

Perhaps you've cancelled your sub to this degenerate rainbow "streaming service." If not, why not. While you're at it, cancel your BBC sub too, if you live in the Sceptered Isle. It's Privileged Smug-Marxist rubbish, not unlike Netflix, when you think about it. Slime, turn it off.

Cheers,

LSP

Pete Onna Warpath!

 

Did you hear our Secretary for War address an unsmiling conventicle of Generals, and Admirals? He told them, no more DEI, no more "dudes in dresses," no more wokery nonsense, just common sense. Check it out:

He's not in favor of the jelly roll either, is this a problem? Senior officers were notoriously silent. What, too fat to fight?

.@PeteHegseth going after the fat generals 😂 pic.twitter.com/vlRhY4iKNZ

— drefanzor memes (@drefanzor) September 30, 2025

Perhaps you think War Hegseth's wrong, I don't. Whatev, your call.

Cheers,

LSP