This is a US Navy Ohio Class submarine outbound this afternoon. Can you imagine serving on this rust bucket? I'd feel ashamed.
rust never sleeps
Speaking of which, our defense budget is nearly $1 trillion or approximately one year's interest payment on our national debt. And here's the new head of the Navy, Admiral Lisa Franchetti.
some kind of joke?
Are you filled with confidence in our diversity hiring warfighting capability? Or, on the other hand, do you think we're gambling like Europe on never really having to fight a peer-to-peer war again on an industrial scale, ever?
live rust
Serious questions, and what's up with our mighty and once proud Navy. Our ships are starting to look like the rusting SovBloc hulks of the 1990s. Your call, readers.
Jason Aldean's Try That in a Small Town is being panned by lib critics and got pulled from CMT. His crime? Daring to say that the immensely peaceful George Floyd kickoffs wouldn't be tolerated in small town America.
Or to put it another way, revolutionary leftist skulduggery ain't gonna fly in the country. Which is true. But here's the song, #1 on iTunes, curiously:
Good call, Mr. Aldean, but what do black people think? I like these two patriots, via Infowars:
Well said boys. And it's true, the systemic race hoaxers tried it here, in North Central Texas (NCT) driving a bus full of green haired malefactors from Dallas to land in front of our Confederate War Memorial. Excuse me?
Good move, genius patrol. Then police Tahoes arrived, townsfolk patted their concealed carries and the wicked, mendacious, misguided, aggressive, nihilist, ersatz Rainbow got back on its bus and went home. No harm done.
Good work, Mr. Aldean. About time some people stood up and called this wicked Bolshevik evil out for what it is. But that's just me, you may think something else entirely.
when there's no more room in hell the dead shall walk the earth
The phone rang, "Hey, gotta minute?" Yes, it was Canada and I replied, "Sure, but only a minute or two because I have to drive out to the lake and say Mass. That's if I don't melt first, the cab's maybe 120*."
My Northern cohort thought about this for a moment, "That's hideous. Turn on the engine and AC, have a smoke and let it cool down, try that." I did, and Alberta continued, "Here's what's happening, the kids are going to Shambhala, it's like Burning Man but maybe worse, so I'm babysitting."
The cab cooled and I replied, "You'd have to pay me a whole lotta cash to go to a place like that." Yes, of course, and now it's over to you, the reader.
Would you go to a pop festival and if so, how? Here at DLC (Dallas Light Cavalry) HQ we feel it'd have to involve a small fleet of flatbeds, a powerful sound system playing uplifting Imperial music, Curzon style, and several tents, to say nothing of staff.
Many years ago I sat at a table of good bishops, real bishops, bishops that weren't and aren't afraid to stand for Gospel truth and apostolic teaching. One of them suggested I apply for for a position in London, as a kind of force multiplier, perhaps.
LSP onna horse
The Rt. Rev. Jack Iker looked a bit nonplussed and I replied, "Your Lordship, I suggest a new diocesan recruitment strategy." He raised a quizzical if professional eyebrow and I continued, unashamed, "It goes like this. Can't shoot, can't ride, can't fish, can't get in." Wisdom, do you not think?
typical
But by all means feel free to disagree and bet against the Monkey and devil take the hinder.
We were driving from Wooton near Woodstock to Oxford, and I was a precocious 8 year old. "What was it like," I asked the driver, doubtless some kind of prof, "at the end of the war?" He replied, "The Germans, even in retreat, were incredibly disciplined," I was struck by that.
And here's the thing, and it played a part in my decision to join up, the people of my age now were, back in the '70s and '80s, WWII vets. They'd been through it, that awful, cataclysmic fight. And here we are again, baying for blood in the name of... what?
Transgender rights? No, that's a risible rainbow smokescreen. How about massive amounts of money flowing to and from the MIC to our beloved rulers of whatever party. Pay up, serf, so we can be richer and you'll get the consolation prize of a tranny bathroom. Or die, at the front.
Now that everyone's recovered from yesterday's curious juxtaposition of Thomist hymnody and Millwall FC, we can all sit back and enjoy the refreshingly cool breeze of a Texan summer evening. Except that we can't because it's like a preheating oven out there and it's not even August.
Rhodie doesn't seem too fazed by it though, despite having a fur coat, and spends his time sleeping inside when not patrolling the perimeter. In fact, he got a bit adventurous last night and went off on an unauthorized recce patrol.
Where's the dog? I asked myself. Nowhere to be seen, but there he was on the front porch at first light, sleeping, safe and sound. Glad he had the sense to nav back to the den.
St. Thomas Aquinas is rightly known as the Angelic Doctor, perhaps the greatest of theologians, and the sanctity of his thought and devotion comes through in his hymnody, not least Adoro Te, composed for the Feast of Corpus Christi. Here:
Anglo-Catholics, that rare breed, are familiar with this translation:
Humbly I adore thee, Verity unseen,
Who thy glory hiddest ‘neath these shadows mean;
Lo, to thee surrendered, my whole heart is bowed,
Tranced as it beholds thee, shrined within the cloud.
Taste and touch and vision to discern thee fail;
Faith, that comes by hearing, pierces through the veil.
I believe whate’er the Son of God hath told;
What the Truth hath spoken, that for truth I hold.
O memorial wondrous of the Lord’s own death;
Living Bread that givest all thy creatures breath,
Grant my spirit ever by thy life may live,
To my taste thy sweetness never failing give.
Jesus, whom now hidden, I by faith behold,
What my soul doth long for, that thy word foretold:
Face to face thy splendor, I at last shall see,
In the glorious vision, blessed Lord, of thee.
And in the military Latin original, so beautifully moving in the singing:
Adoro te devote, latens Deitas,
Quae sub his figuris vere latitas;
Tibi se cor meum totum subiicit,
Quia te contemplans, totum deficit.
Visus, tactus, gustus in te fallitur,
Sed auditu solo tuto creditur;
Credo quidquid dixit Dei Filius,
Nil hoc verbo veritatis verius.
In Cruce latebat sola Deitas.
At hic latet simul et humanitas:
Ambo tamen credens, atque confitens,
Peto quod petivit latro paenitens.
Plagas, sicut Thomas, non intueor,
Deum tamen meum te confiteor:
Fac me tibi semper magis credere,
In te spem habere, te diligere.
O memoriale mortis Domini,
Panis vivus vitam praestans homini:
Praesta meae menti de te vivere,
Et te illi semper dulce sapere.
Pie pellicane Iesu Domine,
Me immundum munda tuo Sanguine:
Cuius una stilla salvum facere
Totum mundum quit ab omni scelere.
Iesu, quem velatum nunc aspicio,
Oro, fiat illud, quod tam sitio,
Ut te revelata cernens facie,
Visu sim beatus tuae gloriae.
Amen.
Thomas Aquinas (1225 - 1274 A.D.) was born into a noble family in northern Italy. His Father, Count Landulph of Aquino, was of Lombard descent and his Mother, Theodora, was Norman.
Unsurprisingly, the men of his family were knights and warriors but Thomas chose the religious life and joined the newly formed Domincan Order, much to the annoyance of his brothers and doubtless Father. But if he declined the offer of a temporal sword he most definitely took up its spiritual equivalent.
His writing, like light cast on a darkened city, like a flare of sanctity and truth, illumines and drives back error, evil and disbelief today.
Keen-eyed readers of this popular international mind-blog will have noticed ACoC (Anglican Church of Canada) left earth orbit many years ago for the icy void of deep space, but not the Diocese of the Arctic. So here's some good news from an unlikely source.
First, its bishop, David Parsons, is a member of a species all but extinct in the Anglican Church of Canada: he is a Christian bishop.
Second, the diocese is in communion with ANiC (Anglican Network in Canada) and is open to licensing its priests.
Third, the diocese does not support the recently adopted liturgies for Gender Transition and Affirmation or any of the other LGBT+ claptrap that obsesses other ACoC clergy.
Fourth, the diocese sees itself as the Anglican Church of Canada and the rest of the organisation as – something else. By implication, not a church.
Lastly, Parsons thinks, “that the great and terrible day of the Lord is coming, and many bishops are going to have a stark wake up as they stand before God and are asked why they have not stood against the doctrines of demons and devils. My fear is, that day will not be a day of repentance but just justice and judgment because the day of grace will be over.”
Did you spot that? the diocese does not support the recently adopted liturgies for Gender Transition and Affirmation or any of the other LGBT+ claptrap that obsesses other ACoC clergy. Wow. He just got out and said it. And again, many bishops are going to have a stark wake up as they stand before God and are asked why they have not stood against the doctrines of demons and devils. Exactly.
Well done, Bishop Parsons and the small but faithful Diocese of the Arctic, would that England's Anglo-Catholics and Evangelicals would be so bold. Regardless, we stand with you in the Diocese of Fort Worth.
So take heart punters, there is Good News, both in Christ and in his Church.
Have a beautiful Sunday,
LSP
PS. I take credit for coining the now ubiquitous acronym ACoC, so let's see some applause, international ortho/trad commentariat. Thx.
Looks like a prominent Ivy League school's been selling body parts. The shocking revelation came to light when FBI agents raided James Nott's apartment in Kentucky, finding 40 human skulls.
James Nott and an Harvard Skull
Six other people have been charged with dealing in human skulls, skeletons, spinal cords and more, not least Cedric Lodge, manager of the Anatomical Gifts Program at, you guessed it, Harvard.
Cedric Lodge and his Creepy Wife
Harvard's popularly known as Satan's Vatican and enjoys an endowment of over $49 billion. Do you remember that bit in the Gospels where Jesus says "you cannot serve God and mammon"?
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