Blinded By The Sun

Monday seemed as good a day as any to wake up ridiculously early and head off to the woods by the range. So that's what I did. I took a shotgun, of course, and got there as the sun was rising. What would I find in the woods?

Bobcats? Coyotes? Squirrels? Rabbits? A marauding hog? Well, you never know and as it turns out, none of these things crossed my path. What I saw instead were lots of Woodpeckers, who were busy kicking up a racket, and a big hawk that took off majestically from the top of an old oak.

Undaunted, I cranked off a few shots at a branch that was sticking out of the water of a trashy natural tank that's called The Beach.

How Very Awesome

After the firefight, which I won, I drove to Karen's Authentic Mexican Food in Itasca and bought two Bean & Brisket burritos.

Then I ate those twin pillars of orthodoxy, on the porch.

LSP

Sunday Hunt

I'd no sooner recovered from the pleasurable ministry of gun blessing, than a friend turned up from Dallas to go hunting. Nothing fancy, just an evening attempt to call coyotes.

So what happened? That's simple; we loaded up my truck, headed out to the fields, got into cover downwind and started to call. But the coyotes weren't buying, unlike the frogs, which were. Too bad we weren't on a frog hunt.

That's not to say the wiley beasts weren't there and we did hear a distant pack, yapping and howling into the night. Then, as we were loading back up to go, a lone howl cut through the starlit night, not too far away, though distances can be deceptive. Should we stay or should we go?

We left, and got a bite to eat at Dickey's BBQ Pit. This is a chain that started in Dallas and it serves "Q", which is fine by me. They were playing Waylon & Willie, which is also fine by me, as was the pulled pork sandwich, mac & cheese, and fried okra that I decided to buy.

"What's your special?" my friend asked Dickey's.

"Everything," Dickey's replied, impertinently.

You see, Dickey's does not have a Sunday "special" though your kids can eat there free, one per adult, if they're under 12. 

Ponder that.

LSP

Church & Guns

After I said the 1st Mass of Sunday, a member of the congregation asked me to bless his new gun. Some clergypersons would have been upset by that because they think guns are evil. I don't think they are, obviously, and was only too pleased to bless this gun, which was a WWII M1 carbine, like the ones that were used to fight the fanatical Japanese in the Pacific. 

The theme continued after the 2nd Mass of the day, when another congregant asked me to go out to his compound and bless his guns. I agreed, of course, and asked if he was still building guns on the AR platform. He assured me that he was and I asked how much they cost.

"How much do they cost, you know, ballpark."

"That depends, but around 1900."

"If only I had that kind of cash."

"Hey, don't worry. I'll sort you out."

Lee Enfield Jungle Carbine, Nairobi

Let's see what "don't worry" really means, but whatever the case, I'm clearly developing a firearms ministry. My homily on the powerful typology at work in Elisha raising a dead boy to life seemed to have rather less traction.

There's a moral in that, somewhere. In the meanwhile, a friend has sent in a photo of a Jungle Carbine, still in use, at Nairobi's National Park.

All hail Karen Blixen,

LSP

Crusader

It's unremarkable to me that our President chose the occasion of a Jordanian pilot being burned alive in a cage to castigate Christianity at the National Prayer Breakfast.

Unremarkable? That someone called Barack Hussein doesn't want to call his coreligionists? Go figure. 

Regardless, why attack the Crusades? Especially the first one, which won. The West, in its wickedness, didn't keep Outremer alive and that's a big shame.

Reverse the Horns of Hattin, and Manzikert, please, and let's have another Charles Martel.

The problem with the Crusades is that we didn't have enough of them.

Time to end the Islamic death cult.

LSP

Sit in the Sun, on the Porch

Thanks to Global Warming, which has made everything colder, I was able to enjoy the sun on the front porch with Blue Somnolence today.

Note Flint Scraper

I read a book, The Lost Civilization Enigma, by Philip Coppens, which presents anomalous evidence for prehistoric culture. Coppens isn't an ancient alien theorist, not having been to General Synod, but proposes an earlier and cyclical timeline for human civilization than is conventionally accepted.

Ole Rascal and Mischief

Part of the problem, of course, is that they keep finding things like Gobekli Tepe, which are strangely old.

Cheers,

LSP

A Tale of Skulduggery and Vice

By now we all know that the Suffragan Bishop of Maryland, Heather Cook, is looking at a 20 year stretch for killing a man in a hit-and-run. We know, too, that she had a prior DUI in 2010, along with narcotics possession (and vomit on shirt etc.). Messy, and I hope she can put her life back together and find redemption; I hope the same for Palermo's family.

Eugene Sutton

But did the Bishop of Maryland, Eugene Sutton, and the Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church, Katharine Jefferts Schori, know about Cook's DUI/Narcotics bust before she was consecrated, and did they hide this information from the selection process.

And then, when media heat was turned on the diocese, did Sutton hire a "communications consultant," Meredith Gould, who just happened to be the wife of his Canon for Evangelism and Ministry Development, Dan Webster?

Katharine Jefferts Schori

It seems that he did and you can get the drill-down, in all its malfeasant detail here, at Race Radio and the comments section of the Baltimore Brew. And by the way, the same Dan Webster, who is married to Meredith Gould, PR spin to the Diocese of Maryland, apparently said this, when he was Communications Director of the Diocese of Utah:

"It is about power and control. It is about 'doing it my way.'”

I really hope he didn't say that and if he did, that it's out of context.

That is all,

LSP

Blue State, Heather Cook

I was woken up this morning by a strange rustling, as though something was being shaken. I thought, half-awake, that a squirrel had gotten into the house. But no, it was just Blue, shaking my duffel and staring at me.

I looked at him and he looked at me and then proceeded to wag the arm of my coat, which was hanging off the back of a chair. I got the message and a cup of tea (hot) and Morning Prayer later, there I was, walking the dog in the semi-freezing drizzle of the new Ice Age, brought on, ironically enough, by Global Warming.

Typical Global Warming

Roosting dove flew out of the trees along our path with a great sound of wings and it was good to be in this country town.

Heather Cook

In other news, the scandal-plagued assistant Bishop of Maryland has been indicted on 13 charges, ranging from automobile manslaughter to negligent driving. I feel sorry for her, much as I scorn the monstrous regiment of priestesses. I feel more sorry for the man she killed.

It's all Bush's fault, of course.

Cheers,

LSP

Behold Your Masters!

What do our Overlords think of us? Here's Conrad Hilton, on a plane, telling the world, and flight attendants, what he really thinks.

"If you wanna square up to me bro, then bring it and I will f***ing fight you."

"I am going to f***ing kill you."

"I will f***ing rip through you."

"I will f***ing own anyone on this flight; they are f***ing peasants."

"I told all of them I could get all of their jobs taken away in less than 30 seconds." 

Young Conrad ended up falling asleep and getting handcuffed to his seat, but not before attacking a flight attendant and bragging about his wealth and power.

"I could get you all fired in 5 minutes," said Conrad, "I know your boss! My father will pay this out. He has done it before. Dad paid $300k last time."

So what does this young member of the Ruling Elite think of us, the "peasants" that he "owns"? That's easy, he hates us, but the real question is, are his views indicative?

You be the judge,

LSP

The Episcopal Church Loses in South Carolina

Loser

Breaking news via Stand Firm. The Episcopal Church has lost it's lawsuit against the traditionalist Diocese of South Carolina. Here's an excerpt from the ruling:

IT IS THEREFORE ORDERED,

1. The Plaintiffs are the owners of their real, personal and intellectual property.

2. The Defendants have no legal, beneficial or equitable interest in the Plaintiffs’ real, personal and intellectual property.

3. The Defendant TEC, also known as The Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America and Defendant The Episcopal Church in South Carolina and their officers, agents, servants, employees, members, attorneys and any person in concert with or under their direction or control are permanently enjoined from using, assuming, or adopting in any way, directly or indirectly the names, styles, emblems or marks of the Plaintiff as hereinafter set out, or any names, styles, emblems or marks that may be reasonably perceived to be those names, styles emblems or marks. 

4. The Dorchester County clerk is directed, upon the filing of this order, to refund the sum of $50,000.00 to the Protestant Episcopal Church in the Diocese of South Carolina.

5. The Defendants counterclaims are dismissed with prejudice.

Winner

Congratulations to Bishop Mark Lawrence and the faithful Anglicans of South Carolina. Let's pray for a similar decision in Texas.

God bless,

LSP

A Nightmare of Twerking Robots

Some think that Katy Perry's performance at half-time is indicative of something badly wrong. Here's this, from ZeroHedge:

"As a political psychoanalyst I find the Super-bowl halftime show the best concise index of how psychotic American culture is becoming from year to year, and the 2015 version signaled a complete break from reality, a nightmare of twerking robots in a hall of mirrors, as if America had utterly surrendered its tattered soul to some rogue motherboard pulsing deep within Dr. Evil’s subterranean palace of sin."

A nightmare of twerking robots in a hall of mirrors... pulsing deep within Dr. Evil’s subterranean palace of sin.

I like that,

LSP

Demons

Everyone's watching the Superbowl, but I find myself thinking about demons. Some people think that they don't exist, others think they're hiding in plain sight.

Perhaps it's worth considering what a society that was influenced by the Devil and his apostate angels would look like. I'd say that one of its hallmarks would be infant sacrifice. Read the literature and correct me, but it does seem to be a constant.

With that in mind, consider the 1 million plus that's given in the US to Planned Parenthood by the government, per day. If that's not satanic, what is.

Enjoy the game,

LSP

New World Order, We Apologize

Team LSP has an apology to make. We may have given you, the reader, the idea that the Church of England is hell-bent on creating a new super race of androgynous, talent pool, shill puppets for the New World Order. 

Some people have even accused us of accusing the venerable CofE of being a party to sinister eugenics experiments, euphemistically called "bishops," which will be the forerunners of a new race of genderless, Illuminati clone slaves.

If we've given that impression we apologize.

Rumors that interpretive liturgical dance featured at the consecration of the Bishop of St. Edmundsbury and Ipswich are entirely without foundation.

Or are they?

LSP

UK Government to Create SSuper Race?

According to the BBC, the U.K. government has backed a plan to alter the DNA of babies, using a new in vitro fertilization technique involving three people; two parents and an egg donor.

The new three-way IVF treatment will be used to weed out diseased mitochondrial DNA from future generations.

What could poSSibly Go. Wrong. With. That. See you in Brazil, with the reSSt of the boys.

Well done, Great Britain.

LSP

The Horror

At last, it's happened. The Church of England has finally consecrated it's first ever Boy Bishop. Libby Lane, a 48 year old clergyperson from Manchester, has finally been made Bishop of Stockport.

Ole Rascal

The Archbishop of York, John Sentamu, was delighted at Lane's promotion to being a top decision-maker in the Church of England.

Libby

"It is high time we had women bishops," stated Sentamu, who is known as Ole Rascal, "I have been praying and working for this day. In a few years' time when more and more women will be bishops, I predict we shall be wondering how we ever managed without them."

Lane

One person objected to Lane's consecration, saying that it "was not in the Bible." 

The Church of England is setting up a "talent pool" to reverse its alarming decrease in attendance. 

Good luck,

LSP

Go on, Go Fishing

I went fishing on our retreat at Lake Dallas. Did I see any fish? Sure I did, a lot of them. Did I catch any?

No. I did not and I blame the Administration for that. But I had fun trying.

And now I'm missing the Lake, and becoming increasingly interested in Lemuria.

Cheers,

LSP

Lake Dallas Retreat

Every year the clergy of the Diocese of Fort Worth go on retreat. It's a silent affair, which I like, though there's plenty of opportunity to "frat" with your friends after Compline and I like that too.

Bishop Sutton's our retreat conductor this time around and he's given an excellent series of addresses on the "nuptial nature of the church." All good stuff and it's good to learn something, which isn't always a given on a retreat.

With a view towards learning, I've brought along a few history books. How many worlds have there been before our own? I guess I'll find out when I reach my intended goal of being an expert on ante-diluvia and the forgotten civilizations and races of prehistory.

But now it's time to go to the chapel of this Jesuit retreat house on Lake Dallas and say some prayers, as well as reflecting on the Church as Bride of Christ.

I'll review the above books later, stay tuned.

Atlantis Rising,

LSP

Edgar Allen Poe and the Blessed Virgin Mary

Everyone's heard of Edgar Allen Poe, the famously troubled 19th century author who wrote the Pit and the Pendulum, The Raven, The Premature Burial and much more. It's perhaps less well-known that he wrote a "hymn" to the Blessed Virgin Mary, with reference to the Angelus. Here it is:

“Hymn”

At morn–at noon–at twilight dim–

Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!

In joy and woe–in good and ill–

Mother of God, be with me still!

When the Hours flew brightly by,

And not a cloud obscured the sky,

My soul, lest it should truant be,

Thy grace did guide to thine and thee

Now, when storms of Fate o’ercast

Darkly my Present and my Past,

Let my future radiant shine

With sweet hopes of thee and thine.

I like that, and if you think the Mother of Our Lord is Semiramis, you're a fool.

LSP