Insurrection

 

As it was then, so now, insurrection and sedition are in the air. Problem being that people don't trust their beneficent overlords in DC. The Eagle, they feel, has turned into a demon and so up with the Cross. Or something like that.

We can wax larger on an evil, corrupt managerial mandarin class losing it's grip as it comes to the end of an age and desperately clings to power, and on. But let's get down to brass tacks, to the meat of the thing. Who has the power?

The people with bullets, obviously. Let's hear it again, the people with bullets, and that'd be the Army. You can see, readers, all three of you, why previous Admins purged Command. Whatever, let's get down to it preppers and associated friends, here's the deal.

"Put a Bradley on the fkn street and go brrrrrrr," said the young 'un, and he's not wrong. Point being, we have to have the Army. The Left knows and fears this, and the troops hate them. They scorn the Marxist snake.

Make of this parable what you will.

Rise Up,

LSP

Global Warming And Other Things

 

Yesterday was freezing, as in doomed retreats from Moscow. Today was hot, T shirt hot. Such is our fickle enemy, the WEATHER. Global Warming aside, or is it Climate Change?, we pulled into an ersatz burger franchise after Mass #2. The Specialist was hungry, "Dad, I'm really hungry, I have to eat!" 

I didn't say "bill it to the Army" and dutifully drove in to a drive through, where the attendants were indecipherable because they were wearing NKVD 95 masks. It was like one of my kid's dystopian computer games, mumble... mumble. "Say again," and so they did, "$5.67, four cheeseburgers."

Fortified by fake hamburgers and wondering why $4.67 has miraculously turned into $5.67, have these facsimile burgers somehow gained in value?, we drove back to the Compound where everything was well.

Shotgun by the door, check (older 870 Wingmaster). Aged Blue Heeler asleep on a Moslem rug, check. Sun shining, yes please and thank you God, decent red wine? Obvs. All good and time for a nap I thought, after all, a workman deserves his wages.

No sooner done than a knock on the door, "Can I come in, are you decent?" Resisting the urge to bellow damn your insolence! I replied "sure." The boy wanted me to look at his laptop, which I did. What the Devil is this?

A pass grade on his CS degree practice semester test. Well done, young man. Now take the real deal and ace it.

Point being, gentlemen and gentlewomen, life is made up of small victories. As in, "Crush the Marxist snake underheel."

Ad Maiorem Dei Gloriam,

LSP

It's Freezing - Sick Communion

Typical Texas Street Scene

Our Old Enemy the Weather knows no shame. One moment it's  warm and balmy, like Spring, the next? An icy wind cuts across flash frozen Texan tundra, it's like the Day After Tomorrow but this isn't New York, no, it's the Lone Star State.

Regardless, the ferocity of the elements didn't stop me driving out into the windswept steppe to bring the Sacrament to a sick churchman. I rolled up to his ranch and there he was, resting up. "Father," he asked, "can you get the dogs in, please?" 

Take This Man The Sacrament

"Sure," I replied, and called them in, bounding joyfully into the house, big sticks in their happy canine mouths. But they weren't sticks, they were deer bones, I should've looked closer before I noticed the smell. "Padre," exclaimed the rodeo star invalid, "Tucker's got a big ass bone in his mouth." So he did, and so did Lucy.

"Get those dam things and throw 'em out back. And wash your hands," which is exactly what I did, before administering Holy Communion. "Get better, man, we need you back at the Altar."

I file this exciting tale under Country Life in Texas and Climate Change.

God Bless,

LSP

Typical Night at The Compound

 

Never a dull night at the Compound. In other news, do you think the NWO/Illuminati COVID narrative's about to shift or pivot? Away from the midterm election disaster of Vax, Mask, Lockdown to sedition, treason > solitary confinement forever?

As in, Obey Your Rainbow Rulers, serfs.

Gloriana,

LSP

Winged Hussars

 

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Carry on, RHSM. 

As you were,

LSP

Te Deum

 

I leave you with this.

Gloria,

LSP

What A Beautiful Day

 

Yes, the sun shone, big birds wheeled across the sky, woodpeckers did their thing in the pecan trees and the squirrels got, well, nasty. I guess they thought it was Spring, and it sure felt like it, T shirt weather. So, struck by the beauty of the moment I reflected on the Gospel for Sunday, the miracle at Cana, water into wine.

This struck me, by Farrer:

Christ attended a wedding.  What, then, was Christ’s concern – what is Christ’s concern – in the weddings of his friends?  We do not read that he laid down the law to them at that time, or told them their obligations – we read that he concerned himself with the supply of their wine.  It seemed a shame to him, if anything was lacking that could spread abroad delight.  The bride and bridegroom drank from the cup.  They passed it round, and their friends tasted the very flavour of their joy.  Christ would not bear to see the flow of happiness interrupted, for lack of wine in which to drink it.

Does this surprise you?  Did you not expect Jesus to be the servant of natural delight, the abettor of warm-hearted pleasure?  But have you forgotten what Christ is?  He is the desire of nations, he is the joy of all mankind: he came to take away the cold religion of duty, and to substitute the religion of delight.  We are to do our duty – yes, but we are to delight in it, for the love of our neighbour, and for the dear love of God.  There is nothing else but this, that we can hope for in heaven itself – nothing but to do good unalloyed by any meanness, and to do it with infinite delight.  And how shall we be able to do so?  By feasting on the vision of a face, whose eyes are the deep wells of happiness and love.

It is not surprising at all, then, that Christ should begin his ministry at a wedding: for a true marriage is a special favour of God’s grace, and a direct foretaste of heaven.  God’s glory is reflected, for those who truly love, in one another’s faces; they see the Creator shining through his handiwork, and the vision inspires them with a simple delight in doing one another good, and in furthering God’s will.  Those who are being married know what they want to do: and it is exactly what God desires them to do.  They do not, as the rest of us so often must, make themselves care about the will of God: they do care for it: for they care for one another.

 

I sent this to a churchman who writes books like we shoot, a lot, and he liked it too. "It is clear," he emailed magisterially, "that Jesus loved a good party—that was about 120 litres of the best :)" Well said!

Do not lose heart, punters, whatever the circumstance. Instead, rejoice in the power of the Lord who is joy in Himself and shares that perfection with us, His Bride, the Mystical Body of Christ.

Ad Gloriam,

LSP

MASK UP SLAVES

 

Have you noticed how, in the new normal, the serf peasant underclass untermensch have to wear masks but our Elite Rulers don't? It's almost as though there's one rule for the rich and another for the poor. Megan Fox, obvs, doesn't have to wear a slave mask because she's immune to the deadly virus because beauty. And money.

Look at This Slave!

But Megan's servants do have to mask because they're not immune to the virus because no beauty and no money. That's why they're mask slaves to our MillSoc Rainbow Socialist Elite (MRSE). You'd think they'd rise up, tear off their slave muzzles and cry freedom, but no, they'd lose their miserable jobs if they did. Bye bye $10 ph.

Wear That Visor Slave

Moving on, we see this Elite/Serf, Owner/Peasant paradigm cascade out into everyday life, it's not just for Hollywood beauties like Megan. No. Go to any Walmart, peasant, and note that there's a class inferior even to you, the muzzled staff. There you are, elite style, maskless, and there they are at the cash register, all masked up and servile.

Slave, Behold Your Masters And Wear Your Gloves Lest You Touch Us

Or restaurants. You walk in, sit down like a lord and a masked slave approaches the table, "The special for today is..." mumble through mask. "Excuse me, say again?" you utter, Imperator style, "I'll have double braised leftist hypocrite and seared cultural Marxism, and a side of fried Spartacus. Chop, chop."

Seriously, what is this nightmare that everyone so willingly lives in? 

Just say no and keep walking.

Your Friend,

LSP

Wow

 

A top Israeli immunologist, Ehud Qimron, head of the Department of Microbiology and Immunology at Tel Aviv University, has written a letter blasting management of the corona pandemic. Here it is, via Zero:

Ministry of Health, it’s time to admit failure

In the end, the truth will always be revealed, and the truth about the coronavirus policy is beginning to be revealed. When the destructive concepts collapse one by one, there is nothing left but to tell the experts who led the management of the pandemic – we told you so.

Two years late, you finally realize that a respiratory virus cannot be defeated and that any such attempt is doomed to fail. You do not admit it, because you have admitted almost no mistake in the last two years, but in retrospect it is clear that you have failed miserably in almost all of your actions, and even the media is already having a hard time covering your shame.

You refused to admit that the infection comes in waves that fade by themselves, despite years of observations and scientific knowledge. You insisted on attributing every decline of a wave solely to your actions, and so through false propaganda “you overcame the plague.” And again you defeated it, and again and again and again.

You refused to admit that mass testing is ineffective, despite your own contingency plans explicitly stating so (“Pandemic Influenza Health System Preparedness Plan, 2007”, p. 26).

You refused to admit that recovery is more protective than a vaccine, despite previous knowledge and observations showing that non-recovered vaccinated people are more likely to be infected than recovered people. You refused to admit that the vaccinated are contagious despite the observations. Based on this, you hoped to achieve herd immunity by vaccination — and you failed in that as well.

You insisted on ignoring the fact that the disease is dozens of times more dangerous for risk groups and older adults, than for young people who are not in risk groups, despite the knowledge that came from China as early as 2020.

You refused to adopt the “Barrington Declaration”, signed by more than 60,000 scientists and medical professionals, or other common sense programs. You chose to ridicule, slander, distort and discredit them. Instead of the right programs and people, you have chosen professionals who lack relevant training for pandemic management (physicists as chief government advisers, veterinarians, security officers, media personnel, and so on).

You have not set up an effective system for reporting side effects from the vaccines and reports on side effects have even been deleted from your Facebook page. Doctors avoid linking side effects to the vaccine, lest you persecute them as you did to some of their colleagues. You have ignored many reports of changes in menstrual intensity and menstrual cycle times. You hid data that allows for objective and proper research (for example, you removed the data on passengers at Ben Gurion Airport). Instead, you chose to publish non-objective articles together with senior Pfizer executives on the effectiveness and safety of vaccines.

Irreversible damage to trust

However, from the heights of your hubris, you have also ignored the fact that in the end the truth will be revealed. And it begins to be revealed. The truth is that you have brought the public’s trust in you to an unprecedented low, and you have eroded your status as a source of authority. The truth is that you have burned hundreds of billions of shekels to no avail – for publishing intimidation, for ineffective tests, for destructive lockdowns and for disrupting the routine of life in the last two years.

You have destroyed the education of our children and their future. You made children feel guilty, scared, smoke, drink, get addicted, drop out, and quarrel, as school principals around the country attest. You have harmed livelihoods, the economy, human rights, mental health and physical health.

You slandered colleagues who did not surrender to you, you turned the people against each other, divided society and polarized the discourse. You branded, without any scientific basis, people who chose not to get vaccinated as enemies of the public and as spreaders of disease. You promote, in an unprecedented way, a draconian policy of discrimination, denial of rights and selection of people, including children, for their medical choice. A selection that lacks any epidemiological justification.

When you compare the destructive policies you are pursuing with the sane policies of some other countries — you can clearly see that the destruction you have caused has only added victims beyond the vulnerable to the virus. The economy you ruined, the unemployed you caused, and the children whose education you destroyed — they are the surplus victims as a result of your own actions only.

There is currently no medical emergency, but you have been cultivating such a condition for two years now because of lust for power, budgets and control. The only emergency now is that you still set policies and hold huge budgets for propaganda and psychological engineering instead of directing them to strengthen the health care system.

This emergency must stop!

Professor Udi Qimron, Faculty of Medicine, Tel Aviv University

This emergency must stop! And maybe it will if enough medical professionals speak out at the same time. In related news, details of scamdemic skulduggery continue to filter through into the public domain. You can read all about it on the internet.

Cheers,

LSP

Why Why Why?!?

 

Why, you ask yourselves from the bay window of your various clubs was Lemmy's floral Iron Cross tribute featured in yesterday's Space Empire post? Good question. Because awesome, obvs. Picture, if you can, Texas' Total Space Dominance (TSD).

In the meanwhile we have to wonder whether the Virus was somehow DAARPA homegrown, and if so, which heads should roll. Fauci, NIH anyone?

That in mind, I'm not a betting man, but I'll wager the fighting monkey on no one, exactly no one being held accountable. But I will buy the crypto dip 'coz fiat's just so trustworthy. Volatility forever and up the Gloucesters.

That's the Spirit of the Age,

LSP

Space Empire

 

If you go to LL's excellent blog you'll find the question; if Christ's second advent or second coming is going to happen, whatever the time or hour, why expand into space? Whoa, let's reflect on this for a moment:

Space is deep eh? And here at the Compound we're all in favor of the Lone Star State expanding its mission, yes, into the icy void of deep space. First step? Build a space elevator out of Houston after a fusion powerplant sets up at Marpearl. Limitless energy.

Then, setup onna Moon, it being the nearest quasi planetary body and an excellent training ground for our further expansion into the last and final frontier. After that? 

Mars, obviously, and then the moons of the gas giants and asteroids. Perhaps asteroids sooner, Texas can mine them to propel its Total Space Dominance (TSD). You see what we're saying?

Texas, we have lift off. And as always, and to answer the question, Deus Vult. 

Ad Astra,

LSP

Nothing To See Here

 

Via Zero:

Among the boldest and eye-brow raising political moves by embattled Kazakh President Kassym-Jomart Tokayev within the past days that grabbed international headlines was his ordering the arrest of Kazakhstan's powerful former intelligence chief, Karim Massimov, on the charge of high treason.

Indicating that amid widespread fuel price unrest which quickly became aimed squarely at toppling Tokayav's rule there's a simultaneous power struggle within the government, Massimov had headed the National Security Committee (KNB) up until his Thursday sudden removal and detention. Massimov had served as the prior longtime strongman ruler Nursultan Nazarbayev's prime minister and has long been considered his "right hand man". Shortly after, a photo has resurfaced, currently subject of widespread speculation which shows Joe Biden and Hunter Biden posing with the now detained Kazakh security chief Karim Massimov, along with well-connected oligarch Kenes Rakishev.

10% to the Big Guy? Whatever, don't say snouts down, pigs at the trough.

Floreat,

LSP

Cultural Orthodoxy

 

A talented young horsewoman, writer, law student and all 'round good person gave a presentation on Washington today. It was interesting, under our own vines and fig trees wrote the founding father, quoting Micah the prophet. Falling back to Vernon and the good life, he resigned his commission and retired from public life. An 18th C Cincinnatus, perhaps.

He fled the "cultural orthodoxy" of his time, she suggested. "What does that mean, today?" asked one listener. Cultural Orthodoxy, today? Well that's easy. A kind of corporate sponsored identipol fascist tyranny in which you'd better bake the cake.

Or we can look at it another way. Open your borders because compassion, so workers' wages drop because need moar G7 jetshare. Come on, those private planes don't come cheap, serfs. So vote for the rainbow and your own extinction.

Perhaps you've noticed how our rulers party without masks but their waitstaff peasant serfs remain muzzled. Get boosted, untermensch. Every. Month. Don't worry, you won't fall down dead with a heart attack. You're protecting the people you love.

All hail our rainbow rulers.

Invictus,

LSP

On The Road

 

With apologies to Mr. Kerouac, I've been on the road lately, driving across the Texan country to visit the sick, tend the flock and take care of business.

And mess with tractors. That aside, the road took me to an old friend, Colonel E, who was languishing on the sickbed. Except that he wasn't. Full recovery, please. We prayed.

It was a good visit and full of memories. Many, many ride outs from his place to Lake Waco and plenty of racing to boot. 200 yard gallop? On! And beyond, to the trail by the little regional airport where you could really pick up steam and go flat out. Fast and flat. Big fun.

But that was then. Yesterday was communion from the reserved sacrament and with that, the true light which enlightens every man coming into the world entered my friend's home and soul.

The people, you understand, that sat in darkness saw a great light. Praise God for that.

Ride On,

LSP

SMOKE OUT

As you were.

Your Pal,

LSP

Epiphany Insurrection

 

A Typical Threat to Democracy

Today's January 6, the Feast of the Epiphany, the Manifestation of Christ to the Gentiles. Gold, Frankincense, Myrrh. It's also a day that will live in infamy.

That's right, this time one year ago, 1 million extremists shook the foundations of our hallowed Constitutional Republic by daring to protest their absurd, nonsensical, conspiracy theory that the US elections were somehow "rigged."

Pearl Harbor was nothing on the J6 INSURRECTION!

What brazen, literal, fascist insurrection. It was like a coup, a putsch by Hitler, Pinochet or Franco. Like Pearl Harbor or planes crashing into the World Trade Center or the Pentagon itself, these literal Nazis, in the pay of Russia, yes, Russia, walked into the Capitol and took selfies. Then they left. Such utter, literal, brazen Nazis. 

You Utter Nazis. Democracuy Nearly Died.

Thank Gaia they've been locked up in solitary confinement for the past year. How dare you threaten our ruling elite overlords, you Hitletites. In the meanwhile, serfs, roll over and get your shot every six months because, you know, Pfizer doesn't want to get any richer.

And the Left loves it. But what about everyone else, will there be an epiphany? And while we're at it, why are our ruling millionaire socialists so afraid of a coup, aren't they more popular than any other Party in history? So wear your masks, peasants.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Ad Inferos

 

This man's been made a Knight. Please don't throw up in your mouth.

And this corrupt old charlatan's the most popular president in the history of the United States.

They say, perhaps unkindly, that people get the kind of government they deserve. Perhaps so, but surely we the people deserve better than these fraudulent, self-serving, corrupt, deceitful, malfeasant, snake oil mountebanks.

Perhaps, at some point, people will rise up against our ruling gerontocracy and say enough's enough. Ad Inferos. I don't say that lightly.

Over to you, gentle readers,

LSP

Tractor Trailer Burrito Shredder

What a beautiful '08 Kubota tractor, in Texas.

Work it loose boys

Roll on

Lay Down

And Karen's remains awesome. Destroy the New World Order. Crush it underheel.

Cheers,

LSP

What If The Largest Experiment On Human Beings In History Is A Failure?

 

Have you noticed a recent report from One America life insurance company CEO Scott Davison, saying deaths are up 40% this year in working age Americans, 18-64? That's a huge, bottom line destroying increase, maybe you want to divest from One America and it's sickly sisters. But what's causing the sigma spike mortality surge.

COVID? If so, Federal Mask 'n Vax policy isn't cutting it. If not, then surely our experimental, data sealed for 75 years vaccines aren't responsible for a massive uptick in deaths. Either way, bad news. Via ZeroHedge:

Here is what lit me up in this report from The Center Square contributor Margaret Menge.

“The head of Indianapolis-based insurance company OneAmerica said the death rate is up a stunning 40% from pre-pandemic levels among working-age people.

“We are seeing, right now, the highest death rates we have seen in the history of this business – not just at OneAmerica,” the company’s CEO Scott Davison said during an online news conference this week. “The data is consistent across every player in that business.”

 

And on:

AT A MINIMUM, based on my reading, one has to conclude that if this report holds and is confirmed by others in the dry world of life insurance actuaries, we have both a huge human tragedy and a profound public policy failure of the US Government and US HHS system to serve and protect the citizens that pay for this “service”. 

IF this holds true, then the genetic vaccines so aggressively promoted have failed, and the clear federal campaign to prevent early treatment with lifesaving drugs has contributed to a massive, avoidable loss of life. 

AT WORST, this report implies that the federal workplace vaccine mandates have driven what appear to be a true crime against humanity.  Massive loss of life in (presumably) workers that have been forced to accept a toxic vaccine at higher frequency relative to the general population of Indiana.

FURTHERMORE, we have also been living through the most massive, globally coordinated propaganda and censorship campaign in the history of the human race.  All major mass media and the social media technology companies have coordinated to stifle and suppress any discussion of the risks of the genetic vaccines AND/OR alternative early treatments. 

IF this report holds true, there must be accountability.  We are not just talking about running over the first amendment of the Constitution of the United States and grinding it into the mud with an army of artificial intelligence-powered heavy infantry. This article reads like a dry description of an avoidable mass casualty event caused by a mandated experimental medical procedure. One for which all opportunities for the victims to have become self-informed about the potential risks have been methodically erased from both the internet and public awareness by an international corrupt cabal operating under the flag of the “Trusted News Initiative”. George Orwell must be spinning in his grave.

I hope I am wrong.  I fear I am right.

I fear he is too,

LSP 

Bit of This a Bit of That

 

GWB fired up his SatPhone and fired off an encrypted message from Georgia: 

Remember when Trump focused on jobs for American workers? WHAT. A. NAZI. And he wanted to make America great, like some kind of unhinged Fascist Mussolini. And maybe you remember how he had the lowest black unemployment in US history. RACIST.

 

I ran the key, decoded the message and remembered. Yes, Nazi, Fascist, Racist, that was 45 and, lest we forget, he was also a RUSSIAN SPY! Like a Nazi agent in the pay of the KGB, which would make him a double agent, no! A triple agent. Huh, far out, and Putin's Chief of CHAOS.

Seriously, was there ever such garbage spewed out by the gesticulating, smug, pugnacious, wealthy, corrupt, lying, malfeasant, smug Media? The same "press" which assures us that we're all going to die unless we obey the mandates of a doddering old crook who's the most popular president in all of the nation's history. Let's go Brandon.

In related news, the Anglican Diocese of Niagara's shut its doors for fear of the Omicron variant of the coronavirus. Why, we have to ask, are churches in Texas and Florida so much more immune to this deadly plague than their equivalents in Ontario. Is it because the further north you are the weaker you become, or some other thing?

Cheers,

LSP

Skywatchers & Poets

By way of a Sunday Sermon, a former Provost of *x sent this in:

Warned of brigands, we did the last leg up from the Jordan ford at night.
It wasn’t just the star we followed; the trail is marked by past myriad feet
Trudging through history, theirs and ours. To Babylon enchained, the plight
Of captives, they first came to us; we sent most back long years ago. To meet
Again at Zion’s gate their offspring thus seemed strange. ‘We come in peace,’
I said, and our Chaldean speech was close enough. A coin was further grease;

They let us in. ‘What do you seek?’ an elder spokesman asked. ‘We seek a King,” A soldier heard and laughed: ‘They have a ‘king’—Caesar’s joke—proceed this way.”

The palace, unremarkable save for the surly guards, had a courtyard, something
Like a water trough, yet no one offered to stable our camels, even give them hay.
‘King’ Herod professed no knowledge of a royal birth, just arched his brow
And said his priests told him of Bethlehem the prophecy, urged us to go now

And seek the child there, then bear him directions so he could worship too.
We did not tell him all we knew, that long before the mystery star appeared
In our old library one of us had found a scroll, “God saves” by name. Through
Its tattered pages were mentions of a coming Jewish king, less to be feared
Than welcomed, “a light to lighten the Gentiles,” as they call us. Now light
Is what we scholars seek, wisdom, not merely order in the skies at night.

We read the texts and pondered much, and then one night a light arose
Such as we had never seen. Rotating not, it stayed; then grew and glowed
In the Western sky, brighter to our eyes each night. Balthasar proposed
We take it as the portent of a great event, even as their prophet showed
Would come to Israel. After a year to gaze and think we gathered gear, set
Out along the road and came slowly to that backward land. There we met

With such a contradiction, so it seemed, to everything one might expect.
But lo, the star grew brighter still, and once we were along the winding road
To Bethlehem, it slipped down the sky and waited there. You may reject
Our tale, and few would blame you, but hear the rest: the camel load
Of gifts we brought were suitable to a royal babe, but when we found
The very place it was a simple house and shop. We stopped. Around

Was not a single noble dwelling, yet compelled to look within we asked
The carpenter outside if he knew of an unusual birth nearby. He raised
His eyes aloft, and palms upraised spoke words we couldn’t catch,
Then paused as if to hear some far-off distant sound. Somewhat fazed,
We waited till at last he turned to us and softly said,“ The house is small.
I’ll bring Mary and the child outside. It will be better then for all.”

And so she came, her little one beside her, hand in hand; she smiled
But did not speak. “Many have come,” said the carpenter, “but none
So far away as you.” Immediately we were struck by her manner, mild
But assured as one accustomed to a noble state. She sat next her son
While Joseph fetched hay and water for our camels, bid us also rest.
He looked as any other child might look—except his steady gaze, lest

I forget, which made his face seem wiser than his years. After an hour,
With simple food and drink sufficed, we knew without a doubt some power
Was here, deeper than speech. I nodded to Melchior; he brought the sacks
And we than laid before them gifts, gold, frankincense and myrrh. “Lacks

You may have, but these should help,” I said. Mary was overcome with tears,
Joseph astounded-- grateful. The little child himself then spoke. Our ears

Distinctly heard the word “todah,” and then he smiled. We rose and went
Our way, but in a dream were warned, so bypassed that city on a hill, sent

Eastward by another way. Little was as we expected; much more was lent
In wisdom, grace and gratitude. Something great was coming yet, meant
To save the world, not as we would expect it, but in a mystery deeper far,
The weak and helpless shall achieve it. We were led to see it by a star.

 

We were led to see it by a star.

Ad Astra,

LSP

New Year's Day - What Will Tomorrow Bring?

 

A friend sent this, what does it mean?!?

So here we are at the beginning of a new year, it's rolled around yet again and we're still standing, for the most part. All well and good, but what will tomorrow bring? Good question.

It may bring rain or it may bring snow or any old thing, such is our old enemy, the Weather. Perhaps it will bring stagflation, Weimar style and we'll all be hauling our crypto  home in wheelbarrows as one bullet = >1000 USD$. Maybe there'll be war because, after all, too much peace ain't good for the bottom line and, of course, there'll be plague, we know this. Wear your masks, serfs, and don't you dare question a rigged midterm, you hate extremists. Mirror of Illusion? Cubed.

Whatever, welcome to the hideous new normal, but think on this. At Christmas we celebrated the advent of Christ into the world, the Word made Flesh, and the eternal light which shines in the darkness becoming flesh, a man, for our salvation. The Light has come down to earth to be the Light of the World and we behold, through the eyes of faith, his glory, full of grace and truth.

Stand fast to him, our redeemer, in this new year. Flee from sin, from the Herods who would destroy him and be filled with confident, joyful hope. All the raging, insane powers of Hell, to say nothing of the world and the flesh cannot defeat the divine life present within us. If, and that's just it, if we remain faithful.

Adeste,

LSP

Happy New Year!

God bless you all. Have the most joyous New Year!

Your Best Pal,

LSP

Truck Poetry

 

Here's some awesome truck poetry, via Wild Wild West:

For Whom the Truck Does Not Crank

(certainly not) by John Donne.

No battery cable is an island,

Entire of itself.

Each is a piece of the truck,

A part of the DMV registration records.

If a truck be washed away by the flooded low-water crossing,

Texas is the less.

As well as if a one-ton bro-dozer were.

As well as if a Kenworth of thine own

Or of thine friend's were.

Each battery cable's failure diminishes me,

For I am involved in truck ownership.

Therefore, send not to know

For whom the truck does not crank,

It does not crank for thee.

Texas is the less. I love that, but Each battery cable's failure diminishes me. Whoa, now we're talking.

Metaphysical poetry forever,

LSP

Vade Retro Satana

 

Inspired by WSF and on the eve of a New Year, I offer this, from the St. Benedict medal, whose initials signify:

CRUX SACRA SIT MIHI LUX! 

NUNQUAM DRACO SIT MIHI DUX!

VADE RETRO SATANA!

NUNQUAM SUADE MIHI VANA!

SUNT MALA QUAE LIBAS. 

IPSE VENENA BIBAS!

And roughly translated:

The holy Cross shall be my light!

The Dragon shall never be my leader!

Get behind me Satan!

Never tempt me with vain conceit!

What you offer is evil.

Drink your own poison!

There's great power in the Latin verse, which is more than verse, an exorcism. We're in need of that, right about now.

Vade Retro,

LSP