Country Life in Texas

Country life in Texas. What's it like, so called LSP? Well I'll tell you, it's much like any other sort of life except that people are mostly friendly, you don't have to sit in traffic on some kind of hideous commute, and it's searing hot, like a preheating oven. That's Texas for you.

But what's it really like? Foreigners, Germans, say, bless 'em, think of rural Texas as some kind of Wild West cowboy free for all, which is understandable because of the yeehaw PR. But the reality? I'd describe it as hard. 

A Typical Texas Porch Scene -- Get a Haircut, Fool

And no wonder. The climate's a fierce 100*++ for 6 months of the year and the people who live under it, just a step removed from the pioneers who settled this place, are accordingly tough. Country Texas isn't about safe spaces, onesies and the appalling New York Times.

That in mind, country Texans almost always tend to be more polite, friendly, considerate and, per England, sussed, than their urban cousins. They're also smart and haven't bought into our modern myths.

Remember the Alamo not the hideous Riverwalk

Viz. Removing statues of Confederate Generals will make persons of color flourish and prosper, paying a Climate Tax will cool the sun, gender's a construct, and getting rid of all your guns will make you safe. 

Did I say Frontier Spirit? There's that too.

God bless,

LSP

Judgement

Did you go to Mass today or failing that, some kind of worship service? If you went liturgical chances are you heard the parable of the rich man, Dives, and Lazarus from Luke's Gospel. You know the story.

Dives dies and goes to Hell and Lazarus, the poor man, ends up in heaven. In agony, the rich man asks Abraham for mercy, "Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame." 

All to no avail, the Patriarch refuses because a "great chasm is fixed between you and us" such that the redeemed can't journey to Hell or the damned set up in Paradise.

It sounds harsh but on reflection describes a terrifying spiritual reality. There is no place for Heaven in Hell or Hell in Heaven and our actions on earth determine the trajectory. The rich man made his choice, feasting while the Lazarus lay at the gate begging for food. 

Devoid of mercy, love and compassion, the rich man went to perdition and note, even while begging for mercy he never once repents of his wickedness. Instead, he asks Abraham to send the person he scorned and ignored in life, Lazarus, to come to him as a servant. Dives' evil disposition remains with him into eternity, amplified.

Serious business and it forces us to consider the judgement that awaits us all. Gregory of Nyssa writes:

As the most excellent of mirrors represents an image of the face, just such as the face that is opposite to it, a joyful image of that which is joyful, a sorrowful of that which is sorrowful, so also is the just judgement of God adapted to our dispositions.

The most excellent of mirrors. Ask yourself, what will the Divine Reality reflect to a generation which countenances killing their babies in the final trimester, much less selling their beating hearts to biotech companies for profit?

For that matter, how will it reflect our own?

Here endeth the Lesson,

LSP

Wisdom From Down Under And The Climate Parrot

BRILLIANT TAKE DOWN on #ClimateStrike MUST WATCH ✅ pic.twitter.com/DmbUeF0T0e

— BrexitDirectAction (@ActionBrexit) September 20, 2019

Strong words from Down Under! Then there's the parrot.

Sound ON: pic.twitter.com/8h6U2H75YU

— 𝕋𝕚𝕟𝕒𝔹𝕠𝕓 wants #BritishIndependence 👌🏻 (@tinabobuk) September 28, 2019

Goodnight, God bless, and have a beautiful Sunday.

LSP

Glory Bee!

Sometimes a picture's worth a thousand words, and herein ends this evening's insightful political commentary. Cost? 1 Euro or to you, readers, free.

Moving from secular to, ahem, sacred, the Church of England's venerable Winchester Cathedral, founded in the 7th century A.D., has installed a Giant Bee above its front door.

That's right, a GIANT BEE. Here it is, getting ready to be hoisted up on the church's imposing western front. Attractive, isn't it. "But why," you ask, "this tremendous bee?" 

The Very Reverend Catherine Ogle, Dean of Winchester explains, "The bee is a great symbol of the beauty and intricate connection of creation," and, "The Giant Bee also symbolises the importance of recycling, incorporating materials that have been thrown away or donated."

Thank God for that. Who knows, perhaps Winchester's Giant Bee will play its part in reversing the CofE's unsettling decline, and it's serious. According to the UK's Guardian, Church of England attendance is at an all time low, with the number of people identifying with the state religion falling from 31% in 2002 to 14% in 2018.

Winchester Cathedral's press office announced its bold bee initiative with the arresting headline "Glory Bee!" Will this curious mix of parochial mawkishness meets green religion-of-the-hive convert the English? And if so, to what, the Bee Goddess?

Don't say Christianity.

LSP

Impeach

Nice Brooks Brothers polo, "Joe." Could it be that the Dems were running scared of a Crowdtstrike, Fusion GPS investigation, and with it Hillary's miracle of the real absence email server? So they decided to kick up static to deflect attention from the crime?

Possibly, but whichever way you cut it the ancient Democrat frontrunner's not looking good, along with his Party.

As in, don't try and impeach a President for a crime which he hasn't committed and you have. Bad optics, Dems, especially on the heels of an epic fail 2+ years of "Trump's a Russian Spy!"

Are they trying to lose 2020 or have they been infiltrated by Trumpist agents?

KAG,

LSP

Robert Hunter Dies

The Grateful Dead's genius lyricist has died, he was 78. 

Rest in peace, Mr. Hunter.

LSP

What's Going On?!?

"What's going on?!?" I asked my furry compatriot across the  expanse of the Compound's small but efficient kitchen. He couldn't answer because he can't speak, being a dog, but I knew what he was thinking.

A dead parliament of traitors in the UK doing their best to reverse the vote of 17.4 million people to leave the EU, aided by a gang of unelected, unaccountable Remainer Judges. Well he couldn't put his emotions into words but I knew what the growl meant, "This underhand, cowardly, traitorous, sly, unconstitutional, cunning malfeasance needs to be expunged from the Sceptered Isle root and branch." Hey, Blue Leveler, roll on a General Election.

Then there's America. I knew my four legged Digger friend was thinking that the same globalist uniparty creating static in the UK was taking its cue from its allies across the Atlantic. As with Brexit, they can't face the fact that they lost an election, so what to do? Everything in their power to overturn the will of the people, from an intel agency coup to today's pathetically sub par attempt at impeachment. And all, ironically enough, in the name of democracy.

We'll see how it turns out, with President Trump performing like dynamite at the UN and surging in the polls as yet another bogus smear campaign's launched from the Left. "Impeach the President!" runs the hysterical refrain without pausing to ask for what. Because the US Commander in Chief spoke to a foreign leader or would that be exposing the Biden family's pay to play? Wiley Coyote, meet anvil.

Pundits predict a Trump/Pence 2020 landslide and with that, a new day begins.

Peace and Love,

LSP

The Climate Damien

By now you're all aware of the Soros-funded Climate Damien gnashing her teeth and glaring at Trump at the UN. Here's a short video:

Holy Schiff

Trump just straight-up ghosted climate girl at the UN pic.twitter.com/CUeXytZvON

— Jack Posobiec 🇺🇸 (@JackPosobiec) September 23, 2019

She or the it driving her doesn't like 45, not that he seems to care, and we have to ask, who are this child's parents? Again, a video comes to the rescue. Here's her Mother figure.

Btw - I found a second creepy video of Malena Ernman-Thunberg, the mother of Greta. Why the fck is she buying a pizza? 🤨#QAnon #WWG1WGA#TheGreatAwakening#FridaysForFuture #FFF#ClimateActionNow pic.twitter.com/6VnNpv9T5L

— jay2k 🇩🇪🇺🇸 (@jay2kQ17) September 21, 2019

Have you noticed how Satanists pay special attention to children?  And while we're at it, how come Greta doesn't go to China, the world's largest polluter? Surely not because they're, you know, Billionaire Communists.

Whatever, don't say pizza.

LSP

Rehab - Another Triumph Of The Will

People often tell me, they say, "LSP, do the rehab." And I do, it goes like this. Look at your sturdy wooden cane and thank God it's not some flimsy piece of tariff-ridden aluminium rubbish that's made in China. Perhaps this cane is a badge of rank. 

Buoyed up by the positive thought, use the thing to navigate across the Compound's attractive front porch and into the waiting rig. Then drive to one of the Missions for Sunday Mass, reflecting on the weaponlike aspect of the stick at your side. Too bad it doesn't conceal a sword or a Derringer. Reverie over, use it to nav from the car park to the sacristy, where the lights are mysteriously off.

Non Illuminatio

Struck by the lack of illumination, observe your MC sitting in the dark and greet him with a sunny "Hello Dracula" while waving the stick about, Bram Stoker style. He was trying to sleep, the MC, not Mr. Stoker, because "a dog got me up at 4.00 a.m." Bless him.

Commiserate over the furry alarm clock issue, vest, pray and make your way to the back of the church for the "entrance procession," stick in hand. Use it to lean on, point it at people, practice drill movements with it, whatever, a useful prop. But Bronc Dracula has other ideas.

Bronc

"You're not using that for Mass," he says with steely cowboy resolve. You can't argue with that, so I hung the wretched thing up on a coat rack as if a testimony to a miraculous cure, and the Mass began. 

No cane, no walker, and there it was, genuflections to boot. First time I'd genuflected since I was kicked off the horse, and it felt good, a veritable triumph of the will or more precisely, modern medicine.

Thanks, MC, sometimes it doesn't hurt to be pushed and if it does, so be it. Now in fairness, my friend's been thrown off more horses than I've ridden, and I've ridden a few. You can see, perhaps, why I wasn't about to argue the stick. Respect, and don't look or be weak in front of the team, especially when one of them's a Bronc Dracula.

Leni

And that, vast international readership, is the story of that. A short tale of God, Church, Rehab and Country Life in Texas.

Ride on,

LSP

All The News That's Fit To Print

What a blizzard of news. Where to begin? Let's start with a superstar celebrity actor who identifies as female, millionaire socialist Megan Fox.

She's dismayed that her son's being bullied at school, which is why she persists in sending him there dressed as a girl. Smart or what, Megan, but that's not all. Canada's Premiere has been exposed as a serial blackfacer. 

Will Justin "Minstrel" Trudeau be dethroned from the Great White North's rainbow dais only to become Governor of Virginia? Time will tell.

Further afield, the US Navy, in a rare moment of candor, has admitted that three videos of UAPs (Unexplained Aerial Phenomenon) are real. Like no joke, here are these craft the Navy can't explain performing gymnastics in front of fighter pilots, and it's real. 

So where are they from? Good question, as is this. Will the comet that's approaching our solar system slow down when it gets here? If it does we might be glad of a powerful Space Force.

All this to say nothing of millions of children being taken out of school across the globe to have breakdowns about The Weather. Some call it child abuse, others wonder why the organizers love abortion, just think of the children. But here at the Compound we wonder how many weather strikers are boys, miserably forced to wear frocks by their witch mothers.

But not to worry, Biden's interests in the Ukraine are safe as leaking houses, the Wall's being built, and there's a rumor of rain in Texas.

Please, God, let this last thing be true.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

In The Ghetto

This one's for fellow blogger, patriot, journalist and art philospopher, Jules. Sometimes you find yourself in the ghetto. Whaddya do? Climb into the rig and play Elvis' soulful tune at VOLUME as you drive up and down the street, while local PD takes down dealers and confiscates Range Rovers.

Behold Our Urban Shitholes

Speaking of which, a girl once said to me, "I wrote an essay on the ghetto," she was a TA at SMU. After she'd gone a friend commented, "I thought you'd sh*t and go blind." 

Taleissin,

LSP

Because Awesome

Lemmy told me to f*ck off, once.

That is all.

LSP