I'd say this is as relevant now as it's ever been, which is very. Sainte Jeanne revenez nous sauver, transmettre votre courage, votre Foi au peuple, le Corps de l'Eglise.
Never surrender,
LSP
I'd say this is as relevant now as it's ever been, which is very. Sainte Jeanne revenez nous sauver, transmettre votre courage, votre Foi au peuple, le Corps de l'Eglise.
Never surrender,
LSP
— Daneel Olivaw (@cuervocagada) June 30, 2023
Right in the X-Ring, eh? And good luck, La Belle France, and all the rest of us. Smart people are loading mags and cleaning weapons, even as last year's furniture goes on the fire. Weird scenes indeed.
Your Pal,
LSP
A friend of mine writes a column for the appalling Dallas Morning News, it's a Catholic column, and one of the latest op-ed genius points was that Jean D'Arc was some kind of holy middle ground for rainbow transing. As in, she was a cross-dresser AND a holy catholic mystic. Middle ground via media, get it?
Uh hunh. Joan, visions aside, was a warrior, no doubt about it. She fought for her faith and for France. Can you imagine her reaction to the blasphemous impudence of the trans cult? I call swords, lances and an armored cavalry charge.
By the way, my pal went to Duke, which is apparently a school on the West East coast of America.
But you, as always, be the judge,
LSP
I believe in the non-binary God whose pronouns are plural.I believe in Jesus Christ, their child, who wore a fabulous tunic and had two dads and saw everyone as a sibling-child of God.I believe in the rainbow Spirit, who shatters our image of one white light and refracts it into a rainbow of gorgeous diversity.I believe in the church of everyday saints as numerous, creative, and resilient as patches on the AIDS quilt, whose feet are grounded in mud and whose eyes gaze at the stars in wonder.I believe in the calling to each of us that love is love is love, so beloved, let us love.I believe, glorious God. Help my unbelief. Amen.
It's the Feast of the Holy Apostles Peter and Paul today and an opportunity to tear ourselves away from uplifting videos of Scottish regiments, harrowing footage of soldiers in mine fields, Royalist War Dog Poodles, yes, they're a thing, and the ongoing iniquity of Rainbow Global TransCorp.
Instead of that, here's a prayer:
Almighty God, whose blessed apostles Peter and Paul glorified thee by their martyrdom: Grant that thy Church, instructed by their teaching and example, and knit together in unity by thy Spirit, may ever stand firm upon the one foundation, which is Jesus Christ our Lord; who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the same Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.
You'll note the very same people who've destroyed our Regiments and traitorously off-shored our manufacturing and industry are baying for blood. MOAR WAR, they rainbow cry. But with what? All the ammo from your factories which you don't have? Oops.
Have at him, Pudle,
LSP
Have you watched the video of the young UKR guys in the minefield? So horrible and let's pour scorn on the rich beyond imagining monsters accelerating this wickedness. Yes, GloboTrans Elite, I'm looking at you.
And you, all you sick parents that'd demonically trans your kids into blasphemous parodies of the male and female sex. That caveat in mind, GloboTrans was betting on a fast war, a "we'll be home by Rainbow Baalzebub" war and it didn't happen.
Oops, Russia still has manufacturing capacity and we don't, coz we sent it all to China, which is so totally not a second or third front. Long story short, what utter blood-bathed psychos, can we vote them out? And with that let's see our armored corps thunder to DC.
Nooses down the Mall and see you at the Army & Navy.
Best,
LSP
Everyone's heard of Charles the First's talented if impetuous cavalry commander, Prince Rupert of the Rhine (PROTR), but did you know he had a war dog called Boy? Boy was a large and rare hunting poodle(!) given to the prince by the Earl of Arundel when Rupert was imprisoned in Linz during the Thirty years War.
When the English Civil War broke out, Boy joined his master on the Royalist side and valiantly ran with the King's cavalry against the insurrectionist Paliamentarians. These hated Boy with puritan fervor, assigning the dog magical powers.
Boy, they claimed, was a devil dog, a Lapland sorceress in canine form with the ability to speak arcane languages, a mix between Hebrew and High Dutch, apparently. He could prophecy, perform acts of espionage, make himself invisible and far more besides; Boy was bullet and knife proof, a valuable asset on the battlefield.
One Royalist pamphleteer lampoons doggish puritan superstition thus, in Observations Ʋpon Prince Rupert's white Dogge called Boye:
He is weapon-proofe himself, and probably hath made his Master so too, my self and the rest whom you have imployed to be of the conspiracy against him, have alwayes failed of our at∣tempts, as if something more then witchcraft watcht over him. Once I gave him a very hearty stroke, with a confiding Dagger, but it slided off his skin as if it had beene Armour of proofe nointed over with Quick-silver. Besides he hath been tempted with pieces of Capon and other choice morcells, as well seasoned all, as poyson and extemporary prayer could doe it: but the Cur as obstinately rejected them, as if he had knowne beforehand what they were, so that they hurt him no more then the plague-plaister, sent in the Letter did Mr. Pym.
Well at least a part of it, and left all its kit in the Anteroom; got to go somewhere, in fairness, and why not lay down on a Moslem rug? That in mind, what do young soldiers do to pass the time? Many things, not least playing computer games with their pals around the world, in which they slay digital enemies.
So that's all good and, speaking of which, have we just witnessed the shortest ever civil war in Russian history? A 24 hour, ahem, coup, in which Prigozhin gets a dacha in Belarus, WAGNER PMC folds into the Russian Army and 5th columnists and traitors get rounded up and killed while Putin consolidates his power base as rubbish generals are fired?
Possibly, but who knows. perhaps Prigozhin got ferociously drunk, drove most of the way to Moscow with his crew, sobered up, apologized, and made friends. Now he must go to Belarus, because that's so obviously not a potential second front.
I tell you, what a strange 24 hour evolution it's been. Regardless, our plan is this. Worship God in the morning at the Masses and then grill steak. Yes, steak, we can still afford meat here, if only just.
Your Old Pal,
LSP
By popular demand, here's Amie, by the Pure, ahem, Prairie League. And Hank Jnr., who's awesome when not posturing, thank you, Jim.
Octavian, adopted son and great-nephew of Julius Caesar watched on from grey-eyed distance as his general, Agrippa, faced off against Mark Anthony and Cleopatra's fleet. 400 ships versus 500 ships in Antony's favor, and whoever won would rule the world.
You can imagine the tension on Bridge, to put it mildly. Of course Agrippa won, sinking Antony's wretched fleet and Octavian, Augustus, emerged triumphant. We celebrate him still, August, and his uncle, July. Antony killed himself afterwards as did his lover, Cleopatra, who was a Ptolomaic Hellene and not an African American negro.
Octavian went on to rule all that was, under the deadly eye of his mother. And his victory, Νίκη!, still resounds as remarkable. Wow, stand back in awe, a pal (acquaintance) made a song about it. Here it is:
Shades of Ost Front, what?
Your Old Pal,
LSP
Already, says John the Baptist, the axe is laid to the root of the trees. What a terrifying warning and it applies as much to us as it did in the days of the Baptizer.
Do you think people and nations which sacrifice children in the womb to Pink Moloch, who celebrate blasphemous parodies of men and women and surgically mutilate children in the name of big trans money tolerance will somehow be allowed to stand?
Of course not, go against Truth, that which is, against God himself, and see how far it gets you, "And whosoever shall fall on this stone shall be broken: but on whomsoever it shall fall, it will grind him to powder." (Matt. 21:44)
Terrifying, and as the stone drops and the axe lifts into its swing, the enemies of God and Man are being driven insane to the point at which they're not even able to define sex and gender. Male and female, our fundamental God-given identity, is beyond them. Lo and behold, they've erased their identity as humans in the name of identity politics. Welcome to the satanic hive mind and the abolition of man.
But enough of this cheery line of reasoning, let's cut to the chase. Here's Mr. Cash:
Tomorrow's the Feast of the Nativity of John The Baptist.
Salve,
LSP