Storm Front

 

Evening Prayer was no sooner said than clouds rolled in from the West, the temperature dropped, and it began to rain. What a blessed relief and as I type this letter from the trenches of the War on Weather, lightning flickers across the sky and thunder rumbles like a lazy barrage on Ost Front.

Meanwhile, Eduardo's exotic ducks sit nonchalantly on the tim roof of a shed across from the Compound's perimeter, they enjoy the rain, they're ducks and like water. Lately they've taken to rebelliously flying over LSP airspace to the front yard of a local petty drug dealer. There they sit, doing duck stuff, until Eduardo chases them back home.

In related avian news, green parakeets have arrived in this part of the NCTEZ (North Central Texas Exclusion Zone) and I've seen several. They're attractive birds and lend a tropical flavor to the place, perhaps they spread from Dallas where they're well established.

Birds aside, the storm rolls on with a kind of elemental fury and the landline's rung, yes, we still have one. It announces "Code Red." I take this to mean some kind of CorpCom Rainbow Maoist offensive's been launched against our commonwealth and the great state of Texas.

As always, we stand firm, resolute.

Never surrender,

LSP

Fish On

 

We have choices in life, contrary to Marxist determinism, and such is the beauty of free will. For example, you can sit staring at a screen in slack-jawed trad consternation or you can go fishing. I chose the latter option and pointed the rig at Lake Whitney.

This was once a reef in a vast inland sea

There it was, shining and hazy under a hot Texan sun, but would there be fish and would they bite? I cast off with worms to find out and... nothing, apart from a lazy little Gar who swooped down on my worm, held it in its beak, swam away at leisure for about 60 yards, ate half the worm and dropped the rest. He didn't even run, and who can blame him, it was hot.

Behold Leviathan and the mighty Brazos

Soldiers Bluff being a bust I headed across the dam to try my luck from the pier. Slow going at first but then I spotted them, two stationary Bass on a ledge next to the dam's wall. Off goes the worm, cast a little ahead of the fish, followed by a slow retrieve onto their position. Boom! Strike!

Nice little Drum

A couple of minutes of diving, thrashing, rod double action later up comes a very decent fish. Good fight and back you go, great result. So, send another worm into the depths, untargeted this time, a blind shot and another slow retrieve. And what's this, a tug, and another, hookset! It felt like a Black Drum and sure enough it was, not as cool as a Bass but still, plenty of piscine action.

That complete, it was time to head back to the Compound, mission accomplished. I file this exciting story under "Country Life in Texas."

Tight Lines,

LSP

La Cruz de Borgoña

 

You see, all Spanish speaking people are culturally Marxist and vote Democrat. Here, just look at this.

Beautiful Eva Peron in case you missed it

I rest my case,

LSP

Corpus Christi Storm

 

Thunder rumbled like a celestial artillery barrage as the heavens opened and rain lashed down with cascading fury. Seriously, climate change got real and I had to pull over to the side of the road on the way to Mass. Clearly Hill County had forgotten to pay its carbon tax.

But maybe Bosque had because it was clear skies and sunny southern weather once you got over the dam which blocks the mighty Brazos, creating Lake Whitney. A great place to fish, for sure, and a good place to celebrate the Mass to boot, not far from one of Belle Starr's hideouts.

A typical Texas Storm

I keep meaning to visit what's left of her small 100 acre ranch, which once played host to the James Gang and other bushwhackers turned outlaw. All in good time, but in the meanwhile it's Corpus Christi, so here's a prayer.

Deus, qui nobis sub Sacramento mirabili Passionis tuae memoriam reliquisti; tribue, quaesumus, ita nos Corporis et Sanguinis tui sacra mysteria venerari, ut redemptionis tuae fructum in nobis iugiter sentiamus: Qui vivis et regnas in saecula saeculorum. Amen.

 

And in English:

O God, who under a wonderful Sacrament hast left us a memorial of Thy Passion; grant us, we beseech Thee, so to venerate the sacred mysteries of Thy Body and Blood, that we may ever feel within ourselves the fruit of Thy Redemption: Thou who livest and reignest forever and ever. Amen.

 

Powerful prayers and do you think that a nation, people or persons who openly mock God will somehow escape the storm of his judgement?

O Salutaris,

LSP

New Flags

 

There I was and there was the laptop. "Look here, silvery malfeasant, I've had enough of you." So I did an about turn and strode out to the Front Office, aka "Porch," and there was a great F 250 truck off the side of HQ. And two new flags, gleaming brightly.

I recognize that rig, I thought to myself, and walked off the storied porch to meet its owner. "Fr. LSP, I'd hoped you wouldn't catch me," said the flag benefactor beneath straw hat and mirror shades.Well hey, caught you out.

That in mind, why move into some hideous neo-lib suburb? Keen-eyed readers will note I haven't. "You know," I remarked to our flag friend, "Sometimes I fly the Bonny Blue instead of that." He looked at me and smiled, we were at one.

The Cause,

LSP

Satan's Jewel Crown

 

All hail Emmylou.

Turn it up,

LSP

Conventicle of Satan

 

Just as we were starting to feel good about New York up comes this, the Episcopal Cathedral of St. John the Divine overlooking Harlem, all lit up for Pride. Go figure, this is the, ahem, church which hosted Elton John's 60th birthday bacchanal. 

What a celebration, featuring an $18K floral arrangement and a High Altar set up as a stage for the Scissor Sisters, what?, Sting and Paul McCartney. But that was then, 2007, today the cathedral's simply celebrating the deadly sin of pride with  a gay Evensong, an ice cream social, a panel discussion and a specially crafted rainbow celebration of Pauli Murray.

Who is this Pauli Murray? you ask in bemused wonder. Just a regular Communist, lesbian, civil rights activist and the first woman of color (WOC) to be ordained as a priestess in the Episcopal Church (TEC). 

She died in 1985 from cancer and TEC's made her a "saint," which says something about this catastrophically declining denom's  idea of sanctity. That in mind, reflect on the sepulchral hue of the cathedral's pride driven lightshow. Does it suggest heaven or the other place?

You be the judge,

LSP

New York City Eucharistic Procession

When you think of New York you probably don't think Eucharistic adoration, but that's exactly what happened on May 27 when some 4000 people processed through Times Square for two hours with the Blessed Sacrament.

What may have been the city's largest ever Eucharistic procession was led by Auxiliary Bishop Joseph Espaillat of the Archdiocese of New York who told the faithful: “¡Esta es mi ciudad! ¡Esta es nuestra ciudad! ¡Esta ciudad es de Jesucristo!” (This is my city! This is our city! This city is Jesus Christ’s’!)

They in turn knelt and adored in the midst of Mammon. “I have never seen anything like that before, especially in New York,” commented Photojournalist Jeffrey Bruno on social media.

Yes indeed, especially in New York. The procession, with its remarkable witness to the Faith, was organized by St. Anthony of Padua Catholic Church and the Hispanic Catholic Charismatic Center. The next procession is scheduled for Sunday June 11 (Corpus Christi Sunday). I'd be there if I could.

Ave Verum Corpus,

LSP

All Hail The Power

 

Wow. What would Curzon say?

Empire.

LSP

Divine Simplicity

 

God, say the experts, is simple, meaning he isn't a compound being made up of parts, you can't add or subtract from him, all that is in him is him. And so God loves, he is love. What does this mean? A lot, James Dolezal expounds the mystery:

First, it means we cannot posit a distinction between God and His attributes the way we might between a creature and its attributes. A man, for instance, may be wise, just, and powerful. But he is not identical with the wisdom, justice, and power by which he is such. Each of these is a part that contributes some form of being to him, and each is distinct from the man as a whole. He depends upon these qualities to be as he is. Because God is simple, this is not how He has His attributes. Properly speaking, God does not have wisdom, justice, power, and so forth—attributes really distinct from His being as God. Rather, God just is the wisdom by which He is wise, the justice by which He is righteous, and the power by which He is powerful, and so forth for all His other attributes.

Second, and more deeply, divine simplicity means that God is not composed of existence and essence. As with His attributes, God does not have existence or essence as principles really distinct from His being as God. Rather, God just is the act of existence by which He exists and the essence of divinity by which He is God. But this is not how it is with creatures. To be a human, for example, is to be a certain kind of creature. But no human being is humanity as such. Rather, each one possesses humanity as a principle determining him to be the kind of being he is. Moreover, being a human does not explain why any particular human exists. Rather, each man’s act of existence is a principle he possesses in addition to his essence. In short, it is not the essence of humanity to be. For classical theists, this is the proper locus of the Creator-creature distinction. Creatures possess existence as a gift (see Acts 17:25, 28; Rev. 4:11) that is really distinct from their respective essences, whereas God simply is His own existence, there being no composition of principles of existence and essence in Him.

All that is in God is God. He, being His own existence and essence, and so not derived from causes as are all other beings, is alone adequate to ultimately account for all that is caused-to-be. 

Reflect on this and worship.

Adoremus ad Dominum,

LSP

Remember This Shaitan?

 

Remember this mid-grade shaitan, Alexander Vindman? Sure you do, he went all whistlehoaxer on 45, and with his swinish visage sounds the voice of a Platoon Sergeant, a Gloucester, still clear after all these years, "Gentlemen, look at that, too fat to f***n fight! Get off my Square, you're tilting it!"

That in mind, it seems our chubby little porcuswine's had its greasy fingers in the lucrative pie. Here's Poso:

Let’s talk about war grifters https://t.co/AQLuH0qnle

— Jack Poso 🇺🇸 (@JackPosobiec) June 3, 2023

Dear readers, all two of you, is there something in the current proxy war that just... ain't right? Or would that be a crazed conspiracy theory? You be the judge.

Cheers,

LSP 

#WhatIsAWoman

It’s the movie they really don’t want you to see: #WhatIsAWoman?

Watch the explosive documentary starring @MattWalshBlog FREE on Twitter for 24 hrs. pic.twitter.com/qDi7thCNid

— Daily Wire (@realDailyWire) June 2, 2023

 

What is a woman? Check out Matt Walsh's documentary while you can. Long, but right on, a Pride Month special.

Cheers,

LSP

Naval Hymn & Pride Month

 

Attention, gentlemen and gentlewomen, the hateful, degenerate, pedophiliac, rainbow corporate stasi excrescence of Holy Pride Month is upon us. So buckle up, it's gonna be a long and nasty ride. What can we do, apart from boycotting Groom & Doom big box stores? Good question and perhaps this helps, via Wild:

Again:

Steady boys, steady, and I'll leave it at that.

 DON'T GIVE UP THE SHIP.

Heart of Oak

LSP

Just a Tune

 

We're a peaceful crew, take note.

#2A,

LSP

Collapse of Empire

 

I'm no prude, not at all, but in case "you haven’t noticed, our culture has descended into the gutter." Via ZeroHedge:

In case you haven’t noticed, our culture has descended into the gutter, societal norms which kept the country relatively cohesive since its inception are being attacked and obliterated by deviants and degenerates, and any semblance of a unified vision of what America stands for is actively being destroyed by the globalist Davos crowd seeking to implement their Great Reset agenda of technocratic control over the lowly peasants, while they feast, plunder and pillage the planet – the true psychopath barbarian billionaire horde.

The perversion of normalcy into glorifying pedophiles, drag queens, transgender freaks, drug addict felons, race hustlers, and organizations promoting lawlessness, looting, and killing, while persecuting and prosecuting normal, hard-working, civilized white people has left the country on the brink of chaos. Technology has done nothing but make us dumber, distracted and easily manipulated by the Bernaysian masters of manipulation.

Multiple generations have now been socially indoctrinated by government schools to obey, emote, believe, and fear whatever (Covid) and whoever (Putin) they are commanded to fear. What they are not taught is how to think critically, question everything, and make their own decisions based upon actual facts. Test scores in reading, writing and math are at all-time lows. The solution is to continually lower the standards and never hold anyone accountable for results.

We are a nation of morons led by a cadre of psychopaths. Children are encouraged by their parents and doctors to cut off their breasts and penises due to peer pressure and deviants controlling the schools and media. Groomers make toddlers watch transgender freaks perform sex acts on stage. Library books for 8-year-olds describe anal sex, masturbation, and other perverted acts.

Statues portraying our history are torn down by mobs, while what passes for art and architecture today is perverted, frivolous and inconsequential. There are no masterpieces of literature created in our rotting society. The only thing that matters is monetizing content and number of eyeballs. Quality is non-existent, overridden by quantity and replaceability. Movies and television programs are created by untalented hacks, responding to focus groups, and required to insert the required racial and homosexually woke storylines into every program.

There are no Godfathers or Casablancas being produced. There are no novelists writing masterpieces on par with Steinbeck or Hemingway. But we do have Cardi B belting out her best-selling song WAP (acronym for Wet-Ass Pussy) and Sports Illustrated with transgender and obese swimsuit models. Based on TV commercials, 90% of Americans are either black, in an interracial relationship, gay, or transgender. We are an epically unserious society. Anyone observing America and most of the western world in an impartial manner would have to conclude we are already living in a new Dark Age of ignorance, superstition, and degradation, even before the final collapse of empire.

 

Such degradation, not least financial, leads to a collapse of empire, and great will be the fall of it. Oh, what a conspiracy theory! Said the person wearing rainbow socks who never looked at the national debt and couldn't be bothered to read history, ancient much less modern. 

Smart people on the other hand, are growing food, loading mags and cleaning weapons. And going to church, after all, it's the Feast of the Visitation.

Your Pal,

LSP

Target

 

Americans are pretty tolerant, they really are, but then the degenerate satanists went for our children. 

Perhaps it's time to take pride in our indigenous ancestry?

But here's the thing, Target stock's lost around 10BN in about as many days.

Keep it coming,

LSP

Memorial Day 2023

 

Remember the fallen:

ALMIGHTY God, our heavenly Father, in whose hands are the living and the dead; We give thee thanks for all those thy servants who have laid down their lives in the service of our country. Grant to them thy mercy and the light of thy presence, that the good work which thou hast begun in them may be perfected; through Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord. Amen.

God bless you all,

LSP

Work Day

 

One of the things that happens here is we have a Men's Breakfast which meets once a month. The men of Mission #2 meet up for breakfast burritos, tasty, and enjoy each other's company, good Christian fellowship.

Today everyone converged on Mission #1 for the usual tasty burritos and then some work on the grounds. Pressure washing, hedge trimming, my task, and all of that. They worked hard, what good guys.

Then it was over, around Noon, and we celebrated with a cold beer on a tailgate. And all was well with the world, at least this little part of it. Great result, so there you have it.

God bless,

LSP

Babel

 

Do you remember Nimrod's operation on the plains of Shinar (Iraq), where his people in their conceited pride disobeyed God and built a tower to heaven, exalting themselves as Gods? Well, if you don't, it's in Genesis 11: 1-9. Such impious pride and God didn't stand for it, he confounded their language and divided them. Operation Tower over, ENDEX.

And so to today. Babel, the apotheosis, self-divinization of persynkind continues apace, in fact it gathers steam. "Look at us," we announce to the Divine Power we don't believe in, "We are as gods, Masters of the Universe."

Yes indeed, why rely or obey some remote deity, a patriarchal oppressor to boot, when you can do it all DIY? Why believe in God, runs the logic when you can map the human genome and construct a dishwasher with built-in obsolesence?

Why not indeed, but with apologies to Leni Reisenthal, we find ourselves confounded at the very moment we should be celebrating the Triumph of Godless Human Will. Per Babel, our language is confounded and becomes unintelligible, dominant cultural orthodoxy speaks gibberish, the language of Hell.

"I am," says a 19 year old with unfortunately dyed hair, "They/Them." Leaving aside "I am Legion for we are many," this doesn't make any sense, not unlike "I've got my truth, you've got yours." Utter nonsense. On point, Raytheon's marketing department trumpeted its latest anti ship munition as "the greenest munition ever." Wow. And on, ad naus.

This is insane. It makes no sense. It's Babel, a babble of incoherent, competing, unintelligible voices vying for supremacy. A competing pantheon of Gods if you like, but a pantheon inhabited by satanic pygmies instead of the warring gods of Olympus. Heathendom, my friends, has devolved.

Against this arrives the Holy Spirit. The spirit of Truth, Love, and Freedom. The spirit of life Himself, of God. This Spirit cannot be defeated, it is reality itself, and woe betide those who stand against it not least while invoking it. 

They will be relentlessly destroyed. See Bud Lite.

Cheers,

LSP

Sinai

 

Years ago I went to Mount Sinai with some Jewish friends, I was fifteen. What a remarkable thing to see the sun rise from the top of the Holy Mountain over the desert as Bedouin tribes crossed the sand, far below. It was a picture out of the Old Testament and beautiful for it.

As we climbed down from the peak, my friend's Father, an eminent neuro-endrocrynologist (!), went all '70s, "Moses must've been a hard man, leading all those Jews, for forty years, through the wilderness." His Father, gentle readers, was a Viennese  Rabbi until the Nazis did for him. 

That in mind, do you think God smote the Hitlerites with extreme prejudice because of their murderous hatred towards his chosen people? I'd argue yes, but feel free to disagree.

Yad Vashem,

LSP

Rusty

 

What's wrong with the US Navy? You know, apart from trans, ahem, admirals who've never been to sea and drag queen recruitment drives. Well, rust for a start. Old news to all you Navy hands but kind of shocking to me.

What is this, some falling apart SovNav rust bucket from the '90s? No, it's one of ours and it's not alone:

Nice little gun, shame about all the rust.

And here's USS Rust Stout. Looks pretty seaworthy, right?

So what's wrong. I took the time to wade through the information superhighway and, apparently, the dilapidated state of the most powerful navy in the world is something to do with: 

Viz. Boatswains Chairs, whatever they are, environmental regulation, hideous, COVID 19, fraud, ships only being allowed to repaint in dry dock, idiocy, a recruitment crisis because no one wants to join the rainbow rusting trans Navy, go figure, and the Pentagon not caring about its ships, traitors.

Something like that and you can read all about it on the internet, but seriously, why would a patriotic person want to serve in a fleet that looks like this? Commander Salamander puts it well:

We have, it seemed, lost all shame as an organization.

Don't yell at me, this tramp-steamer deck and random-uniform-generator display is on the ship's FB page.

You can figure out the ship if you wish, but this is a Navy -wide problem.

Would you want to join this service? pic.twitter.com/h4Q93iepEV

— cdrsalamander (@cdrsalamander) December 30, 2022

Well said, Commander, and here's a closing infographic.

 

Where did it get its medals? That aside, will the Navy sort itself out? Serious question.

Imperator Undarum,

LSP

McCommas Bluffs

 

If you drive down 12 E in South Dallas and look North you'll see the Trinity, tame, running through an engineered flood plain. Then look right and there it is, the Trinity untamed. Keep driving East, turn right on Longbranch and keep driving.

You'll end up at the Riverwood overlook at McCommas Bluff. Pull over, think yourself lucky you've got a sturdy truck, and walk up to the bluffs and stare out at the river, winding wide through the Trinity forest. Look down and pick up a few spent cartridge cases by way of souvenirs, then clamber down the bluff to the river.

Conservationists are angry about the City reinforcing the bluffs with wire and rock but maybe this is no bad thing and stops the banks from collapsing. Regardless, the reinforcement's pretty minimal and there's plenty of original limestone standing tall above the river.

And there you are, looking out at the Trinity. It has a primeval aspect, at least to me, and can't be so very different from the way it looked when the pioneers arrived; what, 170 years or so ago? Reverie over, clamber about the banks and look out at the fast-flowing river.

Are there fish to be had? Most definitely, though I didn't bring a rod. Next time, and again it was good to be out in the country even though this was in Dallas.

Tight Lines,

LSP

Fish Won This Round

 

Dallas is home to North America's largest urban forest, run through by the Trinity river. You can meet the stream close to downtown, from Oak Cliff. Go East on Davies, drive over I 35, go a little further and take a left at a machine shop next to Donato's Convenience.

The road soon degenerates into a potholed track, so count yourself lucky you've got a 4x4 truck, seriously, don't do this in a regular car in May or maybe any other rime. Ride over, disembark near the river and walk in under the DART and old Santa Fe trestle bridge.

This used to be a grand multimillion dollar experiment in turning the Trinity into a recreational fun park, complete with faux rapids, concrete walkways, signs telling you what to do and so on, Moore Park. Great plan, didn't go down so well. The faux rapids, which destroyed the banks of the river but provided great fishing, are gone. The signs scrawled over with gang graffiti and the paths overgrown, DART roars overhead.

But don't be dismayed, recce down to the muddy river and look East, into the primeval entrance to the forest. Scout the banks for likely looking spots and set up in shade to try your best against the piscine adversary. Worms, "crappie bites," topwater lures, no avail. And go figure, you don't know the water, still, fun trying.

Then, just beyond casting reach, behold schools of Gar thrash and leap in search of prey. I tried to get to them but failed, there was a mudflat in between, which I skidded across like a monkey. Well, next time. And there you have it, fishing the Trinity. This time the fish won, they won't be so lucky on the return match.

That aside, so good to get out in the country, even if it was in the middle of town.

Fish on,

LSP

Education

 

Are you fortunate enough to go to Satan's Vatican, Harvard, or it's wicked sister, Yale? Well now, count your debt at interest. Maybe apprenticeships, guilds and all of that might be a better solution compared to the current Mammon. 

Here's Newman:

And this is the sense of the word "grammar" which our inaccurate student detests, and this is the sense of the word which every sensible tutor will maintain. His maxim is "a little, but well"; that is, really know what you say you know: know what you know and what you do not know; get one thing well before you go on to a second; try to ascertain what your words mean; when you read a sentence, picture it before your mind as a whole, take in the truth or information contained in it, express it in your own words, and, if it be important, commit it to the faithful memory. Again, compare one idea with another; adjust truths and facts; form them into one whole, or notice the obstacles which occur in doing so. This is the way to make progress; this is the way to arrive at results; not to swallow knowledge, but (according to the figure sometimes used) to masticate and digest it.

Just trying to be helpful,

LSP