Here We Go Now

 

Just some random space rock, Lord of Light. Happens of the seventh year and what's wrong with the juke box!

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Please Make Him Pope

 

That is all,

LSP

Spooky

 

Spooky? Yes indeed, and that's just the yard ornaments in this bucolic north central Texan farming community. Then there's carrier groups getting into position for what could be the next Big One, associated pre-deployment warning orders, ongoing slaughter in Ukraine, accelerating debt which can never be paid back, an abhorrent, corrupt, malfeasant, self-serving clown show inside the Beltway, and on.

Scary as you like and then some. That in mind, do you remember TDS, Trump Derangement Syndrome, in which crazed Leftists, our beloved Uniparty, and pretty much everyone in the UK shrieked that evil plutocrat, Nazi, Russian spy, tyrant Trump would crash the economy and start World War III. Remember that?

Sure you do and my, how that worm's turned, not that Queers For Palestine will notice until they're drafted or thrown off tall buildings by the nearest Trans Hamas Theater Collective. But speaking of conscription and going full kinetic, how long would it take for the US to ramp up manufacturing to supply an industrial war? Serious question. 

Europe, obviously, isn't in the game, its countries barely have armed forces capable of the kind of action seen in the Ukraine for more than a couple of weeks. Welfare for votes + no factories = no tanks, no ammo, to put it simply. They've been gambling, rainbow foolishly, on never, ever having to fight another major war ever again. Looks to me like that hand's about to fold. But hey, go ahead and ask the Monkey.

The US? We're still the real deal, I think; US = NATO, and if you can tell me what it means I'll join. But still, imagine ChiCom/Russkie/Iranian hypersonics sink a couple of our carriers. Pearl Harbor level disaster. Now, how long would it take us to recreate our shipbuilding capability to replace them? Good question. China, meanwhile, has an estimated shipbuilding capacity 200 times greater than ours. Maybe our Beloved Rulers decide to go nuclear at that point and evac to the nearest private island.

And so we're back where we started, spooky. My advice, for what it's worth, is this. Get right with God and make it a matter of personal urgency.

Your Pal,

LSP

You Wicked Old Fraud

 

Old fake mountebank

Demented and senile fool

Systemic racism

Enough,

LSP

In Paradisum

 

What can we say? Faure forever.

In Paradisum,

LSP

Sunday Poetry Slam

 

Wow. You no sooner throw down a Haiku Challenge than the commentariat replies with verve and talent. Check this out, sheer awesomeness from Wild:

I eat the donuts

Glazed and chocolate ones too

Sometimes blueberry

Welfare music plays

Taxpayers buy them for me

Meanwhile, I snarf more

Help me Joe Biden

My welfare is running out

Feed me more donuts

Whoa, well done Wild, that's a veritable ode. Then there's Red, going free-form and evocative. Here:

Fireflies in the maple

Deep dark woods

Hot tea on the porch

Not to be outdone, Anon Mike_C offers us this gem:

Front windows rolled down.

Why, when fifty-two degrees?

Nigerian Uber

Not shabby, eh? And Paul gets down to it, in homage to Red's inimitable verse:

Chaos sown every day

Are you not entertained

Have a donut

What can I say.  Sorry, Kerouac, we got you beat. But who am I to judge, this one's for LL and perhaps it'll resonate with you too:

 

A sharp bayonet

Dark prints in the forest snow

Moonlight gleams on ice

Keep 'em coming.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Haiku Time

 

Yes, it's that moment we've all been waiting for, Haiku Time. And here it is:

Why am I so fat

Said the girl at the bus stop

Donut in the rain

Your turn,

LSP

Devil's In The Detail

 

Just throwing it out there,

LSP

PS. Don't you dare follow the demonic money.

Requiem

 

Just back at the Compound from celebrating a Requiem Mass and this seems appropriate, Faure's Cantique de Jean Racine:

DS was and is a sweet soul with a natural reverence and piety, I do not say that lightly. May she rest in peace and rise in glory.

Requiescat in Pace,

LSP

Listen Up & Say No To Fakery

 

Do you remember George Floyd, the holy race martyr who was executed by a white cop, Derek Chauvin? Sure you do, evil rayciss Chauvin decided to kill innocent Floyd because of the color of his skin. Except this isn't true, Floyd died because of a massive fentanyl overdose, but there's more. Here's damning words addressed to the Democrat plantation via Tucker:

Ep. 32 You’ll be shocked to learn this, but it turns out the whole George Floyd story was a lie. pic.twitter.com/4vDXBStHf5

— Tucker Carlson (@TuckerCarlson) October 20, 2023

Whoa, and yes, we all know this. The Democrat/Uniparty concern to look after "minorities" is just as fake as the rainbow they've enlisted. Regardless, strong words, eh?

LSP 

Lighten Up Kids

 

I know, here we are on the very edge of World War III and what was once Christendom appears to have been driven apostasy insane by Satan. But don't lose heart, God has this and all things in hand. That in mind, lighten up, here's Substitute Teacher, old but gold:

Perhaps there's hope for us yet.

Cheers,

LSP

You're Goin' Down

 

Jail for you, boyo

Wow. Douglass Mackey was sentenced to 7 months prison time yesterday by United States District Judge Ann M. Donnelly. Why? Because he had the sheer, brazen, literal temerity to post a "meme" mocking Hillary Clinton in the 2016 election. Yes, that's exactly what he did and now he's suitably punished, with jail. Here's the so-called "meme," risible and racist as it is:

Kristina Wong didn't go to hideously ugly jail because she supported Hillary and was against evil Russian spy Nazi Donald Trump. That's why she posted her awesome meme with impunity. Here, have a look:

Someone once said, "This'd be a banana republic if it was a republic." In the meanwhile, we lurch towards rainbow corporate Armageddon in the hope our beloved rulers will become even richer than they already are. 

Speaking of which, which blazer patch do you prefer, Lockheed, Martin or Raytheon?

Regardless, it was her turn,

LSP

Purgatory

 

In a ferocious and possibly unsuccessful bid to escape from the brink of World War III, I looked up Austin Farrer on Purgatory. Many Anglicans and for all I know many of you don't like the doctrine, but it's always made sense to me.  

How could we not pass through purgation on our way to glorification? The chaff, famously, must be burned away.  Anyway, here's Farrer, see what you think:

I say, then, that the teaching of Christ, the nature of our freewill, and the way God deals with us all point in one direction: the loss of heaven is a real danger. Second. I observe that Christ teaches one thing with particular insistence. Men whose moral misery is disguised from them by comfort, pride or success, will find themselves after death a prey to that flame which can surely be nothing but the scorching truth. Third, I see that Christ speaks of the flame as everlasting, as a torment which does not lose its force, or die down. The sinner will vainly wait for it to exhaust itself, or hope to escape from it on the further side. But I do not see that I am forbidden to ask, what then? Cannot everlasting Mercy save from the everlasting fire, or let the irreconcilable perish in it?

The fate of ultimate impenitence is a mystery into which I am reluctant to look. If it overtakes any, I pray they may be few. But looking to myself and the hopes a Christian dares to entertain,  I find conscience and moral reason join forces with Catholic teaching, and forbid me to to claim exemption from the burning of that flame. If Dives needed to be stripped, and to suffer the truth of his condition, do not we also?

Perhaps before we suffer it, we may be assured of mercy; perhaps the sight of mercy will make the torment, when we see what a God we have, and how we have served him; what wounds we have inflicted on the souls of our fellows by our egotism and neglect.

Purgatory was rejected by our Reformers, as undermining the sufficiency of Christ's atonement; for it was taken to be the serving of a sentence by which the guilt of Christians was in some way worked off. Such an objection has no force against the teaching, that we have a pain to pass through, in being reconciled to truth and love. And we may as well call this pain purgatorial, having no other name to call it. It seems strange, indeed, that so practical and pressing a truth as that of purgatory should be dismissed, while so remote and impractical a doctrine as the absolute everlastingness of hell should be insisted on. (Saving Belief, P154-155)

 

Sadly, I'd say that the absolute everlastingness of hell becomes more apparent by the day, but Farrer was focused on Divine Mercy and the white hot, purifying light of God's truth. 

We must all pass through this, surely, on the way to sanctification and the green pastures and still waters of paradise. Such is the progress of conviction of sin, repentance, amendment of life, and absolution.

God bless you all,

LSP

Ukraine War Infographic

 

Maybe you had too much too fast?

Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart for at least two wars. Like no kidding. Pray for our kids who are being deployed and everyone else.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Cher - Time To Leave

 

Smash hit super celebrity pop icon Cher, 77, has threatened to finally leave America if Donald Trump is reelected. That's right, no more Cher if El Senor gets back in the Oval Office and Melania's once more in charge of White House aesthetics.

According to Breitbart, the aging singer "almost got an ulcer" when Trump defeated Hillary in 2016 and if he returns Cher will "leave":

“I almost got an ulcer the last time [Trump was elected],” Cher told the Guardian in an interview published Wednesday, adding, “If he gets in, who knows? This time I will leave [the country].”

Megastar Cher famously supported Joe Biden in his hugely successful run for President in 2020 and even reworked a song for his campaign, the mass hit, "Happiness Is Just A Thing Called Joe."  However, even though Old Joe won the Presidency, Cher still wasn't happy.

When the Supreme Court overturned Roe v. Wade, massively popular Cher rode the doomsday clock, declaring that  SCOTUS would be “responsible for the deaths of hundreds of thousands of American women.” Yes, a veritable female slaughterhouse because biological women wouldn't be killed in the womb.

Unsurprisingly, the talented singer songwriter of classics like the Shoop Shoop Song and Heart of Stone was outraged by Texas' recent pro-life legislation, shouting on social media, “WOMEN WILL DIE” and “DEMOCRACY WILL WITHER & DIE, & DICTATORS WILL THRIVE.”

Is Cher a Moloch worshiping, Illuminati Devil Witch with a whopping socialist net worth of $380 million or a simple pop genius with a social conscience? Either which way, she's out if 45 becomes 47. 

Here at the Compound and by way of serious analysis, we wonder if this isn't reason enough to vote for El Senor. Not that voting actually seems to matter much, but still.

Time you left, Cher.

LSP

Steady Boys Steady

 

Well, no sooner than an SPQR video with a brave war dog is posted than all hell breaks out in the Middle East, not that there wasn't enough of that already. Worrying, eh? Here at the Compound we're cooking ribs in the oven, lo and slow, and thanking God for His goodness. And, it being the Feast of Ignatius of Antioch, here's a prayer:

Almighty ever-living God, who adorn the sacred body of your Church with the confessions of holy Martyrs, grant, we pray, that, just as the glorious passion of Saint Ignatius of Antioch, which we celebrate today, brought him eternal splendor, so it may be for us unending protection. Through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit, God, for ever and ever. Amen.

 

Ignatius, pray for us, and all of you, stand steady.

God bless,

LSP

WAR!

 

Note brave war dog and "what we do in life echoes in eternity."

SPQR,

LSP

Gone Fishing

 

So, what'd you do today, so-called LSP, if that's your real name, which we doubt. Well, nothing complicated, a morning visit to the Pick 'n Steal and then off to the lake and its dam to try my luck against the piscine adversary. Would they bite?

No, they did not. Don't get me wrong, I tried, I really did, but the fish weren't having it. There they were, predatory gar lying in ambush downstream of the spillway pool, you could see them loud and clear through cleverly polarized glasses.

But no, they weren't having it, frozen shad didn't cut it today, so I tried my luck at Soldiers Bluff on the other side of the dam. There were fish there, yes, you could see them, but would they bite? No, they would not.

In fact, it was like fishing into a wind tunnel and who can blame the fish for keeping their heads down beneath the surging waves. So I packed up light Ugly Stick rods and headed for home, thankful for a morning under the big clear sky and clean air of Texas.

Don't worry, fish, your day will come. Draw the moral as you care to take it and that, dear readers, is the story of that.

Never Surrender,

LSP

A Short Sunday Reflection

And when the king came in to see the guests, he saw there a man which had not on a wedding garment:

And he saith unto him, Friend, how camest thou in hither not having a wedding garment? And he was speechless. Then said the king to the servants, Bind him hand and foot, and take him away, and cast him into outer darkness, there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth. (Mt. 22:11-13)

Ferocious words from Christ and perhaps they seem somehow unfair. After all, the man had been invited off the streets, no wonder he wasn't dressed up. But our Lord isn't talking salvation through haberdashery, he's addressing the state of a person's soul.

Is that clothed correctly? If it's not, if our hearts are full of darkness, of pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony, sloth and incumbent wickedness, then we have no part in the marriage feast; we can't participate or be a part of the celebration of the union of God and Man in Christ. On the contrary,  our home isn't in heaven, it's in the other place, the outer darkness where there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth, Hell.

So put on the wedding garment, all you who've answered the invite of the king and turned up at the feast which is the worship of the Church on earth and in heaven. Put on the garment or find yourself thrown out as a soul incompatible with divine love. But what is this garment?

St. Paul describes its character and quality, writing to the Philippians,  "...whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is any excellence..." Truth, honor, justice, purity, love, grace, excellence, these are the defining qualities of a soul fit for the feast. And they are the virtues of Christ himself. As the Apostle says elsewhere, we must "put on" Christ as a garment.

To that end, turn to our Savior in humble, repentant faith that he may clothe us in righteousness and admit us to the marriage feast of the Lamb, to paradise itself.

You'll note, Worldwide LSP Communion, that I am preaching to myself.

Vade Retro Satana,

LSP

Heart Of Glass

 

Good heavens

would this be banned today?

Your Best Pal,

LSP

Glass

 

It wasn't easy to tear myself away from our impending doom 24/7 news war cycle but that's what I did, put down the internet and drove out to Mission #2 for a presentation by Bryant Stanton of Stanton Studios on his glasswork. This features at the Mission in a series of windows, which he made in the '80s.

Since then he's grown in expertise and so has his family business, which produces remarkable glass, not least for the Church. Seriously, here's a person, a true artist and craftsman who creates beauty in this medium, glass.

I tell you, a rare breed and even rarer, totally without side, a humble and faithful Christian artisan. I was totally impressed. You can see his studio's work here and, if your church needs new or restored stained glass, give him a call. Most definitely the real deal. I understand he works nationally but perhaps overseas too.

And herein lies a lesson. We've surrounded ourselves with ugliness in our shortsighted greed and this reflects an ugliness of the soul. Stanton and people like him are about the exact opposite, we must support them.

Cheers,

LSP

Listen Up - You Pagans

 

wisdom

GloboHomo really hates this and, back in the day, they killed his servants. What did the King do? He sent his army to kill those murderers and burn their city down. Here, in Western idiom:

Do you think, gentlemen and women, that the King will act differently today?

Titus and Vespasian forever,

LSP

The Southern Deanery

 

There are many deaneries in the Diocese of Fort Worth but only one deanery, the Southern Deanery. I'm in charge of that, which makes me a Rural Dean, curiously. But what do I mean by "curiously"? Loyal son of the South all the way. Let's have a look, plates to prove it.

We met together tonight amidst candlelight for wine, cheese, meat and Hawaiian buns, tasted pretty good. And what good boys, all for the Faith. And that's what we're talking about, when this sinful edifice comes crashing down as it surely must, the Faith will remain.

Bless you all,

LSP

Just Take It Easy

 

Hey now, maybe this helps, but perhaps anodyne? Then there's this... anthem:

DFTR,

LSP

.50 Cal

 

You'll be surprised and dismayed that my Fiddy was lost in a tragic boating accident, but through tears of loss I remember seeing my first .50 cartridge. It was in Milwaukee and I was maybe 7; there we were at a party in the next door neighbor's house.

The boys who lived there had just got back from Vietnam and I remember one of them showing me a cartridge case, we were by the kitchen sink. "What's that?" I asked, being 7 and curious, he replied, "That's a Fifty and it'd go right through this sink, through the wall of this house, through the wall of your house and out the other side."

This, gentle readers, has stayed with me for something like half a century.

Arma Virumque Cano,

LSP