Reform Club

 

Reform Club. There is no need to leave. So I guess the Club Shootout's settled, more on this anon. In the meanwhile, let's see what tomorrow brings.

Your Friend,

LSP

Batshit Bonkers!

 

Gotta hand it to her.

 

KATIE HOPKINS LIVE AT NUMBER 10

… where it’s all about to kick off with the black & white t towel brigade .. pic.twitter.com/JFSVHV4ymu

— Katie Hopkins (@KTHopkins) September 6, 2025

So how come the UK's beloved Stasi haven't taken this maven down?  Good question. For goodness sake, don't you know that hate speech doesn't equal free speech?

Cheers,

LSP

Listen Up All Ye Heathen

 

"JESUS broke the bread which he gave to his disciples, and they did the same afterwards in observing his sacrament.  In fact the earliest name for it was 'the bread-breaking'.  He broke it himself, in token that his enemies would break his body; he broke it himself, because his sacrifice was voluntary, he consented that they should do what they did.  In the prayers after the consecration I must also break the bread; I must break it over the name of Jesus when I pray for deliverance from all evils through his death.  Must I break the body, must I perform in solemn symbol the work of Christ's executioners?  I must, for I must accept, I must identify myself with his willingness to die for my salvation.  There are no limits to the self-bestowing love of God; no truth is more common on our lips than this, and none more distant from our hearts." (Farrer, Crown of the Year)

"Whoever does not bear his own cross and come after me," says Christ, "cannot be my disciple." We share in that cross, it lives in us when we receive the Sacrament of the Altar. Do we accept or reject this gift?

Serious question with serious consequences.

Your call,

LSP

How Very Awesome!

 

Great Britain has a new Home Secretary, Shabana Mahmoud. Shabana's a self-proclaimed devout Moslem who's now in charge of the UK's borders, counter-terrorism, immigration, and MI5. What, dear friends, could possibly go wrong?

Do you get the feeling that the beloved rulers of the United Kingdom are openly laughing in the face of their subjects? Take that, serfs, whilst (why do my fellow Brits insist on "whilst"?) we destroy your farms, arrest you for thoughtcrime and tax the pitiful amount you earn into oblivion.

Two-Bit Crook

Others say that Two-Tier Kier's government without mandate is simply rearranging chairs on the Titanic prior to a Labour wipeout in a 2027 snap election. Let's see. In related news, Angela Huckster Rayner's had to resign because of mortgage fraud. Bye bye, Ginger Growler.Sound familiar?

Cheers,

LSP

Question

 

If you were an irregular cavalry unit how would you dress? Good question. Like Probyn, obviously. Here he is in latter years. Respect.

Ride On,

LSP

Total Abject Failure

 

There was a plan, and a dam good one. Viz. Go fishing on Lake Whitney this morning. So what happened, you ask in questioning wonder. I'll tell you, the plan went all to hell and there was no fishing, I wasn't even able to break free of the Compound except to check the PO Box and Walmart, and that was on a schedule. Huh. Total FAIL  So here's some earlier action to virtually make up the miserable deficit.

Surprise striper, caught on a baby bluegill. Huh, far out, wasn't expecting that one.

Well... dam... big fish, light rod. What a lot of fun.

Never underestimate the fun of a plate sized bluegill, tasty too. Kid's a Sergeant now, remarkably. Ahem, commission please, but that's up to him. Whatev. Dads, don't take your kids to degenerate drag queen story hours, take them fishing instead.

Just some bass on the mighty, mighty Brazos.

Message to market? Get back on the water.

Tight Lines,

LSP

Batshit Bonkers

 

Let's hear it from Katie herself:

Batshit Bonkers Britain Wed 3 Sept

Many British police have lost their tiny minds. Sofa humping eunuchs. Get a bloody grip. pic.twitter.com/CjR6iy6gUY

— Katie Hopkins (@KTHopkins) September 3, 2025

Do any of you, yes all three of you readers, have any notion whatsoever why this ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE isn't slung into gaol immediately? Free speech, fellow Soviets, is not hate speech.

Cheers,

LSP 

So What's Next?

 

So what's next? A multipolar order, the collapse of the Dollar, an imploding Pound, race war and balkanization in the UK, the demographic crisis of the West, yield curves going weird, time to invest in precious metal, the return of the Latin Mass and the Rite of Western Christendom? Who knows, perhaps all of this and far, far more. 

You do know, gentle readers, all three of you, that the problem with debt is that someone, eventually, wants to be paid back, typically at interest. That in mind, The Compound's debt free, entirely, not one loan or credit card on site. Cash on the nail's our policy.

That in mind, what next? The collapse of what little's left of Western Civ, obviously, and it won't be nice. In the meanwhile, the Team are fixing to go swimming and fishing in the lake tomorrow, Who knows, maybe some spritely Blue Gill will end up in the fry pan, delicious.

Be Good,

LSP

Round About

 

What an excellent little book!

LSP

Well That Was Fun

 

Part of the UK LSP contingent have descended upon Dallas and it only seemed right to join in for Labor Day festivities; part of this meant grilling chicken thighs. It's not hard, fire up the Weber, brush the thighs with olive oil, apply salt and pepper, then grill on indirect heat, covered, for 40 minutes. Enjoy a glass of something cold, this is Texas, while you wait.

After 30 minutes or so uncover the succulent thighs and behold their indirect heat awesomeness, then brush with BBQ sauce if you like or not if you don't, no rule. Here's the thing. Some people don't like BBQ sauce on their thighs, they're chicken thigh purists and that's OK. 

I do, and like way it caramelizes, adding to the flavor of the crispy skin. Whatever, Operation Brush The Thighs complete, flip 'em onto direct heat for around 5 minutes for a sizzling char. Flip, repeat, remove from the grill to rest and eat.

Well done, you've grilled up a delicious, affordable, juicy chicken feast for the Labor Day team. And what can we say? What we always say. Fall upon your scoff.

Like a Warrior,

LSP

PS. Have you heard about the British comedian who was arrested at Heathrow for three anti trans posts on social media? More on that anon.

Labor Day!

 

Hey now

Yours,

LSP

Sunday Wisdom

 

"He who exalts himself will be humbled," says Christ, and "he who humbles himself will be exalted." To that end I sermonized on pride this morning. Avoid it, dear friends, like the plague it is, the deadliest of deadly sins. Yes indeed, and in that resolve hear this by Austin Farrer:

We never come to God without committing ourselves to him entirely, so far as in us lies, and in the present moment. It seems sometimes to be preached, however, that by a decision once for all made, we can commit ourselves irrevocably. But if this is preached, then it is not true. Today’s decisions cannot tie tomorrow’s hands. What I give to God today, such is my frailty, I may take back or withhold tomorrow. It is through this that God disciplines me, through this that he breaks my pride. The heart is sick and desperately perverse, even the redeemed heart: what it gave God yesterday it takes back today. Our wickedness is so great that we fail to do promised actions, which we had perfectly envisaged at the time of promising. But even if we had the virtue to keep our promise with God when the circumstances are foreseen and unaltered, we should still lack the power to commit ourselves on issues which cannot be perfectly felt or foreseen in advance. He who promises to be chaste, does well and may be perfectly sincere; but he has not by that promise dealt with the temptation he will face when he falls in mutual love with an actual woman, and cannot marry her. Our fences cannot be jumped beforehand, nor our battles won before the enemy appears. You promise fidelity to Christ today, and you are sincere; but it will spare you none of the agony of decision, if a day comes when political brigands hold to our heads the pistol of absolute power, and say, ‘Your religion or your life.’

No, we cannot commit ourselves in a day, because we cannot, merely by saying we will, put our whole trust in God. To trust in God is a thing which has to be learnt. We may stand up and make our profession of faith, clasp a missioner’s hand and say, ‘I have taken Christ for my Savior, I trust him for all.’ But we shall still trust ourselves to do our part in the new covenant we have entered. For we do not learn what dependence on God is, except through having our self-dependence broken in the mill of life, slowly and painfully. Many tears, much shame, continual repentance, this is the lot of those who pledge themselves to God. A paradoxical pledge; we learn to keep it by breaking it. True confessions, bravely and sincerely made to our confessor and absolved with the word of Christ, these are the means by which we learn distrust of ourselves, and trust in God alone. On every such occasion we affirm our self-commital. We bring to life every promise we previously made, back to our confirmation, back to our baptism when others’ lips promised for us, back behind that to the cross, on which Christ committed us to God by dying for us.

 

Such wisdom, and this stood out, "For we do not learn what dependence on God is, except through having our self-dependence broken in the mill of life, slowly and painfully. Many tears, much shame, continual repentance, this is the lot of those who pledge themselves to God."

We can add: The lot of those who take the lowest place at the marriage feast only to be called, "Friend, come up higher." Higher, to paradise itself.

God bless you all,

LSP