The Exorcist Dies. Rest in Peace, Gabriel Amorth

Fr. Gabriel Amorth, Rome's chief exorcist, has died at the age of 91. Ordained in 1951, Amorth performed an estimated 70,000 exorcisms and has been attributed with revitalizing the ministry of deliverance throughout the world.

According to Spanish theologian, Fr. Jose Antonio Fortea, “His strong, vigorous voice spoke to millions of people about the action of the devil. He alone, one person, managed to revitalize the ministry in one country and then his influence reached everywhere in the Church."

Amorth was explicit in his belief that the devil was active in politics and even the Vatican itself. He was also convinced that a culture which had turned away from God would soon be "admonished" by Him:

“We have forgotten God! Therefore, God will soon admonish humanity in a very powerful manner, He knows how to remind us of His presence.”

As well as fighting evil in the spiritual sphere, Amorth was no stranger to fighting it in the temporal. He was awarded the Medal of Liberation for his service against the Nazis as a partisan in World War Two.

May he rest in peace,

LSP

Les Deplorables and Harambe

People were saying, not that long ago, that DJT would have a chance if he'd actually start to campaign, as in campaign, as opposed to simply sounding off. Those were the days when the fabled New York Times and the august Washington Post were confidently predicting a landslide for Hillary.

All the lib elite smugnoscenti were saying it, just look at that vulgar buffoon. Smart people like us and our Millionaire Socialist Vineyard candidate, Hillary, have to win, it's just common sense. Ratio Mitt Uns, as it were. Then things changed.

DJT's team started campaigning, as Hillary's knees disastrously buckled, she lost a shoe, and had to be bundled into a waiting SUV, like a bag of diseased rock salt. All that, after calling working class Americans who support Trump "deplorables." Barbara Streisand probably loved it.

So did Trump's campaign, who seized the moment, turned on a dime, and brought everyone a Les Deplorables rally in Miami while Hillary was busy swapping notes with her body double, as if anyone cared. 

And, not to outdo themselves, they trolled the NWO globalist elite, propaganda arm press, into live-covering a birther event in DC. And on. 

Here's the thing, one candidate for the Presidency is promising to put miners and steelworkers back to work. He says he cares about working people. The other is fundraising, when she's well enough, with her bi-coastal elite, millionaire socialist, celebrity friends. She cares too, but for a different demographic.

Who's best? You be the judge.

Kick out the JAMS.

LSP

Great Russian Art

Russia, land of Patriarchs, Mystics and Tzars, is also home to great art. Here's a small sample:

The famous Moscow Happy Birthday.

Innovative still life, Stuck in the Trunk!

Riders.

The controversial Freedom of Speech.

And, of course, The Spanking.

Here at the Compound, we hope that you've enjoyed this odyssey through Russia's artistic renaissance. Let's hope there's more to come!

Beauty, form, function.

LSP

Mirror, Mirror

Thanks, AnglicanInk, for the infographic

Just when you thought that the venerable Church of England had slid off the abyss and into the icy void of deep space, up comes this. The shrinking denomination's College of Bishops have formed a "reflection group on sexuality." What will they see in the mirror?

Giles Fraser and Aleister Crowley

Perhaps they'll see the famous Aleister Crowley lookalike, Rev. Cursitor Doom, popularly known as "Giles Fraser."

Nice Looking Sex Change, Rachel

Then again, they might see Rachel "Heavy Metal" Mann, the curiously named trans Canon of Manchester Cathedral.

The Bishop of Norwich

Or maybe just themselves.

Bohemian Grove

The official teaching of the Anglican Communion is that marriage is something that occurs between a man and a woman. Humans have always believed that, unless they're channeling the artistic Emperor Nero. Perhaps the reflecting Divines will see his spirit in the mirror?

Scry on,

LSP

Blast Off! Flight 93

Over at CRB, Publius Decimus Mus blasts Conservative Intellectuals, the Davoisie, Hillary and more. Here's a snapshot:

If conservatives are right about the importance of virtue, morality, religious faith, stability, character and so on in the individual; if they are right about sexual morality or what came to be termed “family values”; if they are right about the importance of education to inculcate good character and to teach the fundamentals that have defined knowledge in the West for millennia; if they are right about societal norms and public order; if they are right about the centrality of initiative, enterprise, industry, and thrift to a sound economy and a healthy society; if they are right about the soul-sapping effects of paternalistic Big Government and its cannibalization of civil society and religious institutions; if they are right about the necessity of a strong defense and prudent statesmanship in the international sphere—if they are right about the importance of all this to national health and even survival, then they must believe—mustn’t they?—that we are headed off a cliff.

And don't kid yourselves about Hillary:

A Hillary presidency will be pedal-to-the-metal on the entire Progressive-left agenda, plus items few of us have yet imagined in our darkest moments. Nor is even that the worst. It will be coupled with a level of vindictive persecution against resistance and dissent hitherto seen in the supposedly liberal West only in the most “advanced” Scandinavian countries and the most leftist corners of Germany and England. We see this already in the censorship practiced by the Davoisie’s social media enablers; in the shameless propaganda tidal wave of the mainstream media; and in the personal destruction campaigns—operated through the former and aided by the latter—of the Social Justice Warriors. We see it in Obama’s flagrant use of the IRS to torment political opponents, the gaslighting denial by the media, and the collective shrug by everyone else.

It’s absurd to assume that any of this would stop or slow—would do anything other than massively intensify—in a Hillary administration.

On the "mystic chord" of "mass immigration":

Oh, right—there’s that other issue. The sacredness of mass immigration is the mystic chord that unites America’s ruling and intellectual classes. Their reasons vary somewhat. The Left and the Democrats seek ringers to form a permanent electoral majority. They, or many of them, also believe the academic-intellectual lie that America’s inherently racist and evil nature can be expiated only through ever greater “diversity.” The junta of course craves cheaper and more docile labor. It also seeks to legitimize, and deflect unwanted attention from, its wealth and power by pretending that its open borders stance is a form of noblesse oblige. The Republicans and the “conservatives”? Both of course desperately want absolution from the charge of “racism.”... 

This is insane. This is the mark of a party, a society, a country, a people, a civilization that wants to die. Trump, alone among candidates for high office in this or in the last seven (at least) cycles, has stood up to say: I want to live. I want my party to live. I want my country to live. I want my people to live. I want to end the insanity.

So he comes out reluctantly swinging for Trump and in light of the above, perhaps Conservative Intellectuals  and their Washington Generals should be thankful that Hillary's looking more and more like a dying ghost.

You can read the whole thing here.

LSP 

Threeper Bass Blitz

Don't get me wrong, Bluegill fishing is pretty fun, a lot of fun, even, and they're good for the fry up. But when you've caught a relaxing cooler full you start to wonder if there's more adventure to be had in Seaworld, well, Lakeworld. And there is, Bass Blitz!

There you are, reeling in the ferocious panfish from the limestone bank when off to your left, maybe 100 yards away, there's a sound like frying bacon. But it's not bacon, or the warming noise of a crackling fire, it's fish, leaping up out of the water in a blitzing feeding frenzy.

Look Out! Blitz Starting! Come on You Fish!

If only they were closer! you think as you hoist up another piranalike fighter and, just in case, you rig up a topwater lure on your backup rod. I chose a large Heddon Super Spook, why? Because I wanted the lure to be weighty enough for a long cast.

Ah Ha!

Sure enough, the Blitz came in, as the leaping Bass tore up the water within 30 or 40 yards. So I got on them with the Spook. Bang! and the lure went down. Big fun, I tell you. But here's the thing, the Spook was too big and I'd have caught more with a Tiny Torpedo, still, hindsight's 20/20.

See The Rain?

Then rain came in, the lake grew choppy and the Blitz subsided into the deep, leaving me with no option but to head to a desk, a computer and a printer. Please don't laugh, it's true.

Threeper

For some reason a Threeper Pie seems appropriate.

Blitz on!

LSP

Swedish Witch Hunter Breaks Free

A notorious Swedish Witch Hunter has escaped from a Hassleholm psychiatric facility during a 15 minute "free walk."

The Witch Hunter was arrested in 2015 and sentenced to four months in a mental hospital for planning to attack 56 people, including his former wife. In court, the man claimed he was working with the Swedish Secret Service and that he was "God's judge."

"I am God's judge. I point the finger and say who's guilty," said the Witch Hunter during his trial.

The whereabouts of the Witch Hunter are currently unknown and when asked if extra security measures had been put in place, Hillary Clinton's campaign team declined to comment.

During an interview about his wife's health, Bill Clinton explained that Hillary was "like a demon."

LSP

Fall From Grace And Hit The Ground

Who knew that Hillary was seriously sick? Really sick, knees buckle, loses shoe sick. No fooling, maybe it's Parkinson's, or demonic possession, experts are undecided.

Her security detail wasn't short in acting to lift her spasmodically twitching body into the waiting SUV. They were probably used to it, train, train, train.

She emerged, later, from her daughter's $10 million apartment. Nothing quite like being a millionaire socialist, eh? And who knows, was there a secret medical team waiting in that million dollar facility?

For that matter, was the person who walked out of it Hillary, or some other thing?

Mind how you go,

LSP

Cooking With LSP, Smothered Dove

Cooking with LSP? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, you say with a snort of condescension, and I don't blame you, who'd have thought it. But there is a way and here's how.

Go on, Shoot Some Dove

Drag yourself away from Hillary Possessed By Satan! headlines, I know, it's hard, and go out and shoot some dove. Breast the birds and season with salt, pepper and Cavender's, which is made to an "Ancient Greek Formula." Who knew that the Athenians of old had Hydrolysed Corn Soy Protein? Well, now you do. 

Dove, Onion, Heavy Metal

Take time to stand back and admire your handiwork, thinking yourself fortunate that the kitchen's protected by a .38 Special, or a Glock, or a mighty .460 Magnum, or whatever. The gun's up to you.

Set it Aside!

Next step, fry some bacon in a piece of heavy metal, set it aside when crispy, and brown the dove in the drippings along with a chopped onion and some extra Ancient Greek Formula. That done, put the dove and onion aside with the bacon and congratulate yourself on a successful evolution. Good thing you've got that pistol, right? 

Random Dogs on a Rug

Add 3 tablespoons of flour to the drippings and stir it up, don't be scared, whisk away! As it starts to thicken, open a can of chicken broth and add that, too. Stir, and ponder the delicious aroma rising from the heavy metal. Congratulations, you've made gravy, just be sure you don't get it on your elitist inside-the-Beltway tasseled loafers.

Come Together

Reverie over, add dove, onion and bacon to the pot and stir it around. Cover and bake at 350* for an hour and serve with Yorkshire Pudding, or rice, or mashed potatoes, your call. Maybe include a vegetable of some sort, like carrots, it's up to you, there's no rule.

SOVEREIGN

When it's all together on the mahogany, fall upon your scoff and eat it it, like a Sovereign. And that's cooking, with...

LSP

She Lied, They Died, He Went to Jail

Hillary Clinton lied about the Benghazi attack, which left Ambassador Stevens, Sean Smith, Tyrone Woods and Glen Doherty dead. Hillary told the world that these men died because of a video, when she knew all along that it wasn't.

This is what Hillary told the Egyptian Prime Minister the day after the attack, “We know the attack in Libya had nothing to do with the film. It was a planned attack. Not a protest.”

Because of that lie, a Coptic Christian, Nakoula Basseley Nakoula, was arrested and sent to jail. Now he's destitute and living in a homeless shelter, while Hillary is rich and running for President.

What difference does it make? Quite a lot, if you're Nakoula.

Lock her up.

LSP

Satan Discards His Toy

All the world knows that there's something wrong with Hillary. She can't stop coughing, as though she's been hexed, and on 911 she had had to be carried, twitching and shaking, to a waiting van.

Well, Perfectly Well

Is she sick with "overheating," "pneumonia," "allergies," or some other thing, like millionaire Armani pantsuit socialism? 

Revolting

Is it the case that a demon is breaking its infernal contract and leaving her, twitching spasmodically, while it searches the wasteland for a new host?

The Djinn Looks On

Seriously, why would a person who advocates the slaughter of children in the womb, who is a ringleader for it, a cheerleader even, not be possessed?

Black Lives Matter, Hillary

Knees buckle, shoe lost.

Vade Retro,

LSP

Cast Away

Yesterday was blast, today was cast, and that's what the sporting life is all about, mixing it up, by land, sea and air. Well, lake, in this case.

After a slow start I drove out of the compound to catch fish with GWB. I wanted to show off the fun and success of the Weightless Worm Rig (WWR), so we headed to Lake Whitney by way of buying a couple of boxes of nightcrawlers. These were "imported from Canada," curiously, and I've been told that people in Alberta make a living from this.

Many Limits

Next stop, the lake itself and the limestone banks of Soldier's Bluff. At one point in time, soldiers must have looked down on the Brazos river from the rocky bluffs and before them, Indians. Not that long ago in the scheme of things, but today it was just the team, threading worms onto hooks and dropping the tasty morsels down into the depths.

Across the cove from us a solitary gentleman was sitting on a bucket with a line in the water. Was he a #BlackLivesMatter supporter? No, I doubt it, he was probably after catfish instead of a Soros grant. I watched a few rigs pull up behind him and out poured an army of young people, who clambered their way onto the opposing bluffs. They were going cliff jumping, big fun, but we were after fish, and they were biting.

Well, Well, Well

It started off in a competitive spirit, "Ha! Number 2, we're even," but that soon went by the by as fish after fish ran with the WWRs. I lost count, but GWB estimates a "good cooler full." We certainly caught that, though these Bluegills were put back to fight again another day. And not only Bluegill, I caught a decent little Crappie who was trying his luck in Sunfish territory.

Then the worms were gone and it was time to quit while the going was good. I'd say there's relaxing, innocent enjoyment in bank fishing, though it would've been nice to have some kind of boat to get out to where the Bass were were jumping, about 40 or 50 yards out.

Kindly Old LSP

Fishing wisdom: Go where the fish are and give them what they think they want; you'll catch an abundance. There's a moral in that somewhere, if you care to draw it.

Tight lines,

LSP

Mojo Rising

Life presents us with a series of options, or choices. For example, your knees buckle, you lose your shoe and you can come clean and say you're a sick old elitist drunk, or you can lie. Your choice. Again, you can sit at home whining like a sad old deplorable, or you can get out in the field. I chose the latter option and went out in search of dove.

We set up on the tailgate, in partial shade, and waited for the birds to come swooping down on the Mojo and associated decoys. A few came in, shots were fired and a couple of birds went down, though more got away.

"Once again," said GWB sagely, "this has been about learning. I've learned that I have to go to the skeet range." I agreed, "And I've discovered that if you actually aim at a bird you have a better chance of shooting it." Dove hunting wisdom.

Then, as dusk was falling, two of the feathered rockets dived down on the Mojo with a kind of persistent fury, attacking it with beak and claw in the light of the setting sun. It was like The Birds but more frightening, because it was real. I lined up a shot on the avian predators and... nothing! No round in the chamber, good work, LSP, and by the time my beat up pump had pumped they were gone.

Don't worry, birds, there'll be a return match.

Shoot the gun,

LSP

9/11 in Memoriam

It was a somber morning, for me at least, and we prayed for those who lost their lives in the 9/11 attacks, and continue to do so. I'll spare you my thoughts on the matter but Lincoln's words seem appropriate, via LL:

It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Amen to that.

LSP