Tuesday, September 26, 2023

The War On Cash


Everyone knows Cash is King but what happens when the Man comes around and bans it? So what, you say, gleefully tapping your cheery little plastic digital id on the nearest Starbucks payment scanner. So what? So a lot.

Say, by way of wild conjecture, that you're a Canadian trucker who protests against the government in Ottawa, which is a kind of town in Ontario. The government doesn't like this and tells your bank to freeze your account. Hey presto, all of a sudden that happy little card doesn't work any more and guess what, you can't buy anything. No, don't even think of cashing your paycheck because you can't, there is no cash. Look at you, unperson.

Again, try to imagine a scenario in which you're a political figure in England, say, Nigel Farage, and you're saying things against the ruling political class, let's call it the Uniparty. How very brave. Sorry, buddy, Coutts & Co. have debanked you and good luck paying for anything with all the paper you've hidden under the mattress, traitor.

You get the point, whether you agree with the truckers, Farage or anyone else, and the point is this: A cashless society opens the way to tyranny and it's just a step away from CBDC (Central Bank Digital Currency) in which all your spending is under government scrutiny. Of course we all know that'll be utterly benign.

On point, I was shocked last time I was in London (UK, not Ontario) to see how hard it was to purchase anything with cash. Notable exceptions were Cordings in Piccadilly, who loved it, and a  coffee stand outside Embankment station, Blues and Royals, I think. More shocking still was the reaction of many of my friends, erstwhile and present anarchists no less, they didn't see the issue. Scotland was better, but still.

I tell you, we're sleepwalking into something bad here, a tyrannous digital cattle pen. Perhaps Texas needs to issue its own gold backed currency by way of leading the world to freedom and fiscal sanity?

Just a thought,


Pater Noster


Jesus taught us to pray, Our Father, Pater Noster. Here's wisdom from Austin Farrer:

CHRIST taught us to pray for daily bread in saying the Pater Noster, and added some comments to the prayer. He taught that for the very reason that God is our Father and we his family, it is fitting that we should seek our bread from his hand. We say the Pater Noster in this sacrament, remembering how Christ went from the Last Supper straight to Gethsemane, and prayed to his Father there in the spirit of a true Son. Abba, Father, he said, asking for the wholesome bread of life if he could have it, but willing to receive the bitter cup of death and shame if it was his Father’s will. St. Paul says that it is the Spirit of Sonship, overflowing from Christ to us, which speaks in our hearts when we say Our Father. We kneel with Christ in Gethsemane to say that prayer, and even then it is not truly said unless Christ says it in us through the Holy Ghost.


St. Paul says that it is the Spirit of Sonship, overflowing from Christ to us, which speaks in our hearts when we say Our Father. We kneel with Christ in Gethsemane to say that prayer, and even then it is not truly said unless Christ says it in us through the Holy Ghost.

Amen to that,



And for all you Latin dogs:

PATER NOSTER, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen.


They say the Devil, like an English schoolboy, hates Latin. 

Monday, September 25, 2023



"And yet the continent of Africa can barely do better than worked wood beams 500,000 years later." My dear Anon, you strike right to the dark heart of the matter. 

"See you at the Club" aside, Anon is commenting on this. And this, private jet flying, carbon spewing, multimillionaire socialist, green guru Kerry. Here he is:

Green Leader. Roger that.



Gold Bar Bob


Gold Bar Bob (right)

Federal prosecutors have indicted Senator Bob Menendez (D-NJ) and his wife on a series of corruption charges following the discovery of $480,000 in cash at his home and $100,000 in gold bars. A further $70,000 was discovered in a safe deposit box. Much of the cash was stashed in clothing and closets.

Wow, that's a solid chunk of change, Gold Bar Bob, it surely pays to be a Senator. But everyone knows this, they're all at it in the hallowed halls of our great constitutional non-republic. So what broke the kamala's back in this instance of cash-in-envelope skulduggery and fiscal malfeasance?

Perhaps the sheer, low level, greedy audacity of it all. Gold Bar Bob broke Washington's Goldilocks rule, as in just a spoonful of porridge not the whole dam pot. Zero comments:

(Gov. Newsom (D) recently warned) “If that’s the new criteria, there are a lot of folks in a lot of industries — not just in politics — where people have family members and relationships and they’re trying to parlay and get a little influence and benefit in that respect. That’s hardly unique.”

If these allegations against Menendez are proven, then he violated Washington’s Goldilocks rule. It would mean that Menendez pursued gifts with a reckless abandon, endangering others whose corruption was more circumspect.


Quite. And again:


In a town known for a certain finesse in influence peddling, Menendez broke with industry custom by allegedly accepting direct items like gold and a car. This is classic bribery stuff. There was no labyrinth of shell companies and accounts — just crude old-school corruption, with cash stuffed in clothing and gold bars squirreled away for a rainy day.

Where corrupt figures often refer to getting their beaks wet, Menendez allegedly took a headlong plunge into this pool of corruption. This city has not seen such low-grade alleged bribery since former U.S. Rep. William Jefferson (D-La.) was found with $90,000 wrapped like a po boy in his freezer.


Dammit, Gold Bar, looks like you broke the rules, fella, and now you have to pay. But look, <700K is hardly serious graft or remotely unique in your industry and that's just it. Per Zero again: 

In the end, the problem is not Menendez. It is the array of other politicians who enabled him while dismissing his reputation for corruption. To use Newsom’s words, Menendez is “hardly unique” for cashing in on his position. That is precisely the problem.


Gold Bar Bob, who identifies as he/him, protests innocence and claims all that cash and gold was simply the result of careful saving over thirty years of political life. 

Good call, Bob, we believe you.



Sunday, September 24, 2023

Sunday Sermon


I won't preach because I've already done that, but here's Tucker via ZeroHedge:

Weltwoche: In general, what gives you hope in a rather worrisome time, looking into the future? 

Carlson: That the stakes have suddenly gotten so high that smart people are rethinking their assumptions. I see it all around me. I see people all around me asking themselves, “I used to believe this. Is it still true? Was it ever true? What is the truth?” People are focused on questions of truth and falsehood, I think, much more deeply than they ever have been, and that's a good thing.

I also see an awakening of spiritual awareness and religious faith in the United States that I think is great. Not everyone is reaching the same conclusions that I'm reaching, but that's okay. It's better than thinking that Amazon's going to make you happy, because Amazon is not going to make you happy, actually. That's not true. That's a lie. And more and more people seem to be concluding that it's a lie, and I think that's a great thing.

There's this idea that somehow the main threat to our happiness is from religious people. That's absurd. The main threat to our happiness is from people who think they're God. They're the dangerous ones. If you think that you're God, there's no limit to what you'll do because you think you're the final arbiter, you're the final judge, you're all-powerful. That's terrifying.


The main threat to our happiness is from people who think they're God. They're the dangerous ones. If you think that you're God, there's no limit to what you'll do because you think you're the final arbiter, you're the final judge, you're all-powerful. That's terrifying.

Yes indeed, and while you may not agree with everything Tucker says in this interview I'd argue he's right on target in the above. The people who have convinced themselves of their power, that they have no God but themselves, are the ones to be feared.

You'll note and Tucker highlights this, that they are liars at every level, as is their agitprop mouthpiece which was once a free Press and now exists as a satrap Quisling of unholy, demonic power.

I tell you, their Leader is the Father of Lies and a murderer from the beginning.

Stand Firm,


Saturday, September 23, 2023

Oh Really?


"What is also striking about recent findings is that pro-Russian sympathies are not merely emerging in the countries of southeast Europe - Orthodox Christian and traditionally more sympathetic to Russia, including non-EU Serbia - but in the historically Catholic West Slavic countries as well, like the Czech Republic and Slovakia. And perhaps Croatia, with Croatian president, Zoran Milanović, having previously criticised Western nations for supplying Ukraine. That is before we get to nearby Hungary."

"It is worth remembering that a cultural Iron Curtain very much divides the EU and Europe between a liberal West and a conservative East. Hard as it may seem to accept in the West, for many in Central and Eastern Europe, Moscow represents a bulwark against what many see as a Godless and permissive Western world. For good or ill, this is likely informing attitudes towards the war."

Huh, who'd have thought it,


Justified And Ancient?


Archeologists, including at least one boffin from Aberystwyth, which is a town in Wales, were stunned when they discovered worked logs in Zambia which were almost half a million years old. This is, to date, the earliest known wooden structure or remains of such a thing ever found.

Dated by luminescence technology at a remarkable 476,000 years old, the logs appear to have been part of a platform and show clear signs of being cut by, presumably, flint or stone tools. And why is this find on the beautiful Kalumbo river remarkable?

Boffin finds stupidly ancient log

Because one of the discoverers came from Aberystwyth? Well yes, but more than that: Human beings, Homo Sapiens, weren't supposed to exist at this point in prehistory. Our earliest fossils (H. Sap) date back to around 300,000 BC. 

So this discovery of an intelligently worked wooden structure potentially busts all kinds of theories. Not least accepted archeo/anthropological orthodoxy which insists humans were nothing more than nut gatherers, bark scrapers and berry chewers until around 10,000 B.C.

Unaided reason says this is risibly absurd and now, so too, does archeology. Our ancestors were building with wood half a million years ago. Let that sink in. It's seismic.

Excuse me?

But not to be deterred from their careers on the United Kingdom's far-flung Welsh coast, our adventurous experts assure us that the people who built this structure, with flints, stone and all the rest weren't really human. 

They were precursor hominids, sorry, hominins, apparently. Why? Coz H. Sap. wasn't supposed to be around then, according to the text books which make the experts cash. Sorry, peer reviewed reputation.

Most Awesome

Here at the Compound we ask, "Are you totally sure, coastal boffins, what about all those fossilized foot prints? Could humans, people the same as us have built a platform in Zambia 476,000 years ago?" And if so, what could they have developed and lost in the intervening millennia. I feel this is important, chime in if you like.

Justified and Ancient,


Friday, September 22, 2023

Cheer Up Kids!


All hail #2A, right?

And your kid's first fish, a bass. Well done!

But Libs really hate this. A Lot. Truck. Rod. Gun.

And they triple hate this, a kitchen counter Glock, .45 obvs. Hey, you never know when the ingredients will rise up and fight you. So.

So there you have it. Cheer up kids, all's not lost, yet. And all hail the Texas Free State and the North Central Exclusion Zone. (NCEZ)



This Is Getting Weird


Totally Not Satanic

Have you seen? Vladimir Zelensky, popularly known as "Cocaine Dwarf" and President of the Ukraine, has asked America's top art witch Marina Abramovic to act as an ambassador to his beleaguered country. Seriously.

Really Not Even Slightly Satanic

Abramovic is famous for satanic performance art, not least Crowleyite Spirit Cooking, and was palled up with the Podestas and presumably all the rest of the Clinton campaign crew. Because this is a family blog I won't post photos of her devil art but it's readily available on the scrying stone that is the internet.

Nothing Demonic About This At All

But why, you ask, is ABRA invited to drowning man Ukraine by Cocaine Dwarf? Leaving aside Clintons and Global Initiative, it's to "help the children." I kid you not. Kyrie Eleison and you know what they say.

Out Demons Out,


Thursday, September 21, 2023

Troon Down!


Keen-eyed readers will have noticed that Sarah Ashton-Cirillo, Ukraine's English speaking Territorial Defense Force spox has been fired. Why? Because the murderous, unhinged, off-balance US Intel asset was going rogue and off-page, calling for hit job assassinations on anyone who disagreed with it.

My, what a bloodthirsty killer troon! And now it's fired. Perhaps blasphemous parody of a woman "Sarah" will have to go to Ost Front, to clear mines with shir feet. Or will it move back to the US and an anonymous rainbow safehouse in, say, Salt Lake City.

Mene Mene Sarah,


Yet More Goodness


You heathen may have missed it but today's the Feast of St. Matthew, Apostle and Evangelist. That in mind, think on Our Lord's parable of the laborers and "the last will be first, and the first last." Who are the first? In this instance, surely, the Scribes and Pharisees who "murmur" against Christ. And the last? Tax collectors, harlots and, curiously, higher ranking Roman NCOs. We'd call 'em Warrants, I think. 

These, the latter, come in first in the kingdom because they're repentant sinners as opposed to hypocritical, whitewashed sepulchers. Christ loves them and they turn to him, they repent, whereas the self-righteous, hateful fools do not. 

Woe to them. Such is the unfathomable mercy of God and the implacable judgement of the unjust. Terrifying, when you think on it, yet shot through with hope. St. Matthew, on reflection, lived the parable first hand, in real life, he was a wicked tax collector, some things do not change, who was invited to see the Light and did.


Grant us, O Lord, not to mind earthly things, but to love things heavenly; and even now, while we are placed among things that are passing away, to cleave to those that shall abide; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Point of the homily? There's hope for us all. Do not lose sight of that, ever.

Your Old Buddy,


Wednesday, September 20, 2023

Something Good


Don't you have anything good to say, so-called LSP? you ask, grimly. Well yes, yes I do. After Mass on Thursdays I stop off at a small country supermarket to pick up provisions, David's in Whitney. What a friendly crowd and after a while you get to know the mostly elderly cashiers.

One of them, a wiry tough old lady, asked me at the checkout, "Feeling alright?" and I replied, "Still standing, by the grace of God." She smiled and said, "So am I! I've just met a man and he has money in his account and I won't have to do this job. My last husband was a demon. He was on nuke subs and we were married thirty years and he was a demon, he'd beat me. Now I've found a man who loves me, praise God."

Praise God, she meant it too, and her eyes sparkled there at that checkout at David's in Whitney. I smiled and praised God with her, what a faithful and good old lady, "Bless you." But would newfound love and recompense stick?

A month later, yesterday, I was at our rural haven's shopping mall, Walmart, and there she was, happy as could be, and she introduced me to the man who wasn't a demon. "This is..." and we shook hands, "You'll excuse me for looking like an unemployed fisherman but I am, in fact, a priest." He grinned in a lined face, brown with the weather and still strong, a countryman, out here in Texas, and off we went. Both of them light with happiness and that light lifted me up too.