MIdweek Muse

 

Are you all sitting comfortably, with a tall glass of Talarico in hand? Surely yes, it's that time of the evening when we sit back after the rigors of a long day and contemplate the workings of the world. That in mind, reflect on this. 

The UK, you may know, has a tiny Army, Navy and Airforce, an inconsequential armed force which clearly isn't capable of defending the Sceptered Isle much less fighting an actual war against a peer adversary which lasts beyond a week or two. Serious issue, especially for an island which relies on open sea lanes.

OK, gottit, what remarkable foolishness, but here's the thing. When you bring this alarming shortfall up to educated UK Libs as in, "Don't you think it'd be a good idea for an island to have an actual navy?" they get all worked up and vocal, "We've got alliances, man, don't you know anything!" Seriously, that's what they say, we've got "alliances," and so therefore, we don't need an actual navy or the industrial base to make one.

Dear friends, I've met this argument several times, it's a thing, and I'm flummoxed. The UK doesn't have an effective military in any sense of the word but it has "alliances,' so that's OK. Alliances with whom? The mighty German Reich, the Napoleonic splendour of France? Plucky little Belgium? Spain, Italy, Greece, Zimbabwe?

Like no kidding, the EU couldn't fight a war if it tried because it doesn't have any ships, planes, troops or ammo. No worthwhile alliance there then. Ah, but one country does, even now, the US. Are my UK lib pals suggesting that the UK needn't defend itself because America will do the job for them while they import votes?

No, of course they aren't, they're pretending the EU is some kind of military power that can exist without US force. Good luck with that pretense, and bear in mind, Euros, that nature abhors a vacuum. In this case, an absence of actual armies and industry. That in mind, who will fill the undefended space. The Atholl Highlanders, USMC? Yes please.

As it is, I fail to see how a determined invasion force from the continental Europe, think Portugal, or anywhere else could be stopped by the UK's non-existent defense force. Interesting, Armada anyone?

Cheers,

LSP

Who Is This Talarico?

 

Talarico, the latest in a long line of Democrat hopefuls trying to turn Texas rainbow blue. Perhaps you remember Abortion Barbie who featured on the front cover of Vogue and Beto, faux Mex Beto who sounded like some kind of south-of-the-border sandwich but was, in fact, an utter failure of a skateboarding trust fund politician. And now we have Talarico, good old Talarico, also faux Mex, and apparently named after some kind of novelty sandwich. 

Cast yourself on a boardwalk in the Gulf of America, "Hey Chief, I'll have a Talarico, easy on the mayo, hold the prawns." Right, Beto 2.0, but what does this former Presbyterian seminarian believe? Without being exhaustive: That God's "non-binary," that there's six genders, and that taxpayers should fund abortion. Then there's open borders which he's in favor of.

Trump is absolutely correct, as here is Talarico and exactly what he believes pic.twitter.com/oe9gipJzpx

— Kwasny (@kwasny007) May 27, 2026

OK, but let's pick on one point, that God's "non-binary." Huh, aren't you the theologian, so-called "Talarico." God is, obviously, a spirit and transcends human sexuality, being God and all, but guess what, He's revealed Himself to us as masculine, as Father and Son. Why? His action towards us is analogous to a human man with regards a woman. Rainbow heretic Talarico doesn't get that and attempts to sidestep revealed truth with an appeal to rainbow-hued mystery. We have to wonder, does this former seminarian actually believe in the God revealed to us in the Incarnation, or has he pledged allegiance to some other deity?

via LL

Who knows, but EL SENOR takes a dim view:

“A strong Open Borders advocate, he is WEAK ON CRIME, believes there are 6 genders, is insulting to Jesus Christ, will never support the Military, was a big Mask Wearer until recently, and is a Vegan who dislikes meat, not exactly a good way to be if your wanting to win an Election in Texas.” 

Right, so let's see how far this latest rainbow contender fares in the Lonestar State. 

You Fool No One,

LSP

What Was It Like?

 

What was what like? London, of course. Much the same as it's ever been for the last few decades, with a few changes. Liverpool Street Station was greatly built up, I used to live there and it took a moment to recognize familiar landmarks. Downtown central's much the same as ever but with increasing hordes of tourists.

On the good side of the ledger, the Clubs are holding strong. Nice, bastions of civilization from a better age. Likewise, Green/Gay agitprop doesn't seem to be half of what it was a few years ago. Good, enough of the wretched rainbow flags already. 

Seriously, a couple of years ago you'd be assaulted by Green/Gay propaganda posters as you walked through the interminably awful corridors of Heathrow's Terminal Horrible Three. These have gone, thank God, maybe this useless, despicable, deceitful fad's nearing its well-deserved sell-by date, please.

Devil Witch

They/Them notwithstanding, there's a new fad in town, Re-Wilding. Yep, let your towns, cityscapes, roads, bridges, woods, fields, factories, houses and on revert back to nature. A bit like Detroit if you pause and think for a moment. Net result? Incredibly shabby verges and medians, and that unkept look which says virtue-signaling saves the local council money at the expense of your city looking like an abandoned slum.

No kidding, re-wilding, it's a thing; hey, gotta cut costs to afford all those immigrant votes. Whatever, here's two short anecdotes, both true.

The National Liberal Club: At the bar, reading the Spectator, and a crew swings in next to me. "Excuse me, sir." Quite all right, common ground. A little later it's revealed that my newfound neighbor's people built some great Sikh edifice in Birmingham. "Ah, Sikhs," I offered, "Sword arm of the Hindu faith." My new friend looked me in the eye and said, "If only," and we became friends. Not surprising, when you think on it, because we both went to the same school, all hail the Dragon, Oxford. At the end of old school conviv he asked me, "As a priest, what do you think of Islam?" I told him, in no uncertain terms, and he agreed. We'll meet again.

The Lamb & Flag: Covent Garden and here we are at this ancient pub, pints flowing freely, when lo and behold, a guy in red trousers, two breaster blazer, cigar in mouth and tinted glasses on eyes offers bystanders "delicious chocolates." Sure thing, thanks, fella. Next step? "Look here, guys, I know these people." Off you go then, and I did, "I like your crucifix," he had one around his neck, real gold thank you very much, "What's inscribed on the reverse?" He looked at me and I looked at him. "Deus Vult," he replied, the legend of the Crusade. Turns out my Turkish Mayfair pal, according to him, was one of the few families of his class to not  kow-tow to Islam. I told him to go to the Brompton Oratory, hope he does.

Point being, the Lawless London Caliphate isn't lost, at least not yet. There's plenty of diversity which opposes it, from Sikh to Turk, Hindu to Christian, so don't lose hope. That said, indigenous natives might want to start having babies again. Word to the wise.

Kizmet,

LSP

Memorial Day

 

Now that we're back at the Compound in the great state of Texas it's time to celebrate Memorial Day. For me, this means beer brats, currently in process, and honoring those who gave their lives. No small thing, to put it mildly. I won't bang on, but do say a prayer. Here's the awesome 1928 BCP:

Almighty God, our heavenly Father, in whose hands are the living and the dead; We give thee thanks for all those thy servants who have laid down their lives in the service of our country. Grant to them thy mercy and the light of thy presence, that the good work which thou hast begun in them may be perfected; through Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord. Amen.

So yes, enjoy the holiday but don't lose sight of the nature of the event. That in mind, England was fun though if you set up in or around Whitehall, you're tempted to think pygmies in the steps of giants, or something like that.

More anon, cheers,

LSP

Out & About - An Update

 

Where exactly? You ask in that exasperated kind of way. Well I'll spare you the detail but I've been in the UK, in London, in the beating heart of what was once the greatest empire in the world. Alas no longer, but the place's architecture reflects its glorious past.

Speaking of which, many of the city's Clubs still remain and I love them all, each good in their various way. That said, I enjoy the Reform on Pall Mall, utterly congenial, and if you stay there you get breakfast in the Coffee Room (Dining Room), which ain't shabby. 

So week one was all about setting up in Pall Mall and entertaining old friends in pleasant surroundings. Week two began with Sung Mass at St. Peter's London Docks, which is thriving, followed by outstanding beef from the trolley at the East India Club on St. James Square. Man, I tell you, their Sunday beef is exceptional, try it out if you get the chanace.

Then, the following day, ride the rails to Cheltenham and behold the slightly faded splendour of this beautiful spa town which used to be your home back in the mists of time. Still lovely, no doubt about it, but somehow more shabby. A friend who lives there agreed, "It's because they don't clean the streets and there's far more louts." He had a point.

Cheltenham over, drift back to London and a few nights in Soho followed by a weekend at the Reform and Sunday Mass at the Brompton Oratory. I love the Oratory and you might too. Oriented Latin Novus Ordo, recording quality music and the place is packed, there must've been well over a thousand souls at the Solemn High on Sunday.

Next step. Stroll down Knightsbridge with one of your sisters for yet another perfect Sunday lunch at the East India, followed by tea at the In & Out. Hey, if it's not broke, don't fix it. And this week? Just taking it easy, striding about town and visiting old haunts and friends before flying back to the great state of Texas on Friday.

All this by way of update, analysis, ahem, to follow.

Cheers,

LSP

Shoot

 

"Do you even know what an actual firearm looks like, much less actually is, so-called LSP?" you ask in that wondering kind of tone, and I don't blame you. For a self-advertised Texan theological gun blog, this shallow kebob stand on the information superhighway is strangely silent about shooting. Maybe, you think, the PR was always a ruse.

Not so fast and steady on, all you punters. Shooting's definitely a part of the old LSP lifestyle, but in fairness to you it used to be more so. There's been an hiatus, a gap in the onetime daily pressure of finger on trigger, I admit that. But today everything changed.

A white limbed punter

"Join us for a shoot!" invited a friend across the airwaves, and so I did, climbing into the truck with a CZ O/U 20, a box of clays, thrower and a valupak of shells. A few minutes later I was at the ranch and saying hi to a fine body of men, all armed up with pistols, shotguns, ARs, an SKS, AK, HK, all kinds of levers and there you have it, a veritable cacophany of guns.

We set up three stations, skeet/shotgun, rifle, pistol and had at it. I went in for skeet and loved the quick presentation and sheer niftiness of the CZ 20, "Pull!" boom, skeet smoked quick as a flash. Everyone else had 12s and were envious because guess what, you can shoot a 20 all afternoon and not get a dislocated shoulder or cheekbone. Gets the job done with way less aggro, sorta thing. 

Seth beholds scope

Moving on to rifles, I enjoyed a .357 Magnum Cimmaron (?) lever, a beautiful rifle and, in the right hands, deadly. Levers, don't you think, are the forgotten "assault rifle," because presumably they don't have pistol grips and deadly exterior magazines. Well, my off-hand shooting with this repro classic wasn't very good but what a lot of fun to work the action and send rounds down range in hope of steel.

Next up, some pistol plinking at close range, and I enjoyed a S&W .22 revolver, what a lot of mechanical fun. Star of the show, apart from various full auto mods? A suppressed Bergara , chambered in 6.5 and topped with a worthy Leupold scope. 

Man, I tell you, that sleek little beast shot with unerring accuracy out to our max 400 yards steel and doubtless could have gone way further, all with factory ammo to boot. 1 pound trigger pull! Huh, clearly not something you're going to take out in the brush, I don't think, but most awesome at the long or longish distance range. Huge fun.

Then, as dusk drew in, we fell back to the ranch house for delicious food and tall tales of Thomist philosophy, urban planning, fly fishing, Oxyrhynchus Papyri, the Great Replacement, and all of that. You'll be interested to know that this house has a TOWER. Yes, a tower, and that suggestions for a minigun emplacement were well received.

There you have it, a good day was had by all. Have you noticed how free men can defend themselves and slaves can't?

2A,

LSP

All I Want Is A Tower

 

Some of you opt for Eagles' nests on the Mogollon Rim, others choose a few bucolic acres away from the madding crowd to set up Battlefarm Collectives and run chicken operations. Fair play, nothing wrong with that, at all, but I want a tower.

A tower with good overwatch and a commanding view of plain and sea, a tower which serves as a bastion of Faith and Civilization in a world fast descending into barbarism. On the ground floor there'd be a Hall, with massive fires and frequent feasting, also armories.

Upstairs you'll find bedrooms, Ladies' Living Rooms, more fires, and on the top of the thing, serious armament and maybe some kind of radar, perhaps a sound system to boot. This would play patriotic tunes to dismay third world savage invaders whilst the miniguns cut loose.

I believe you can buy these towers in Ireland or, in Texas, build them yourself.

Have at it,

LSP

MAY DAY

 

Well it's all a larf 'til you wake up and demon's gnawing on your pal's shin bone. Look, here's a video, warning -- language!

Terrifying, eh? Draw the moral as you take it.

Cheers,

LSP

If 6 Was 9

 

Nice one Wild, and kudos to Beans, right on.

Cheers,

LSP

The Religion Of Peace

 

The good old Religion of Peace. Was it Bush Minor who coined that deceitful phrase? About as true, when you think on it, as the preposterous "diversity is our strength" (DIOS) slogan. For goodness sake, when was Islam ever about peace, the thing was born in war and conquest. Sorry, Mr Bush, that was a bald-faced lie, and so is the DIOS nonsense. 

As if we were somehow stronger for having mutually conflicting values, behavior and aspirations than  otherwise. Yes, we're way stronger now because we've imported millions of 7th century war savages into our once comparatively civilized countries. We're stronger now because diversity rapes underage girls, stabs Jews and everyone else, burns churches, drives up rents, lowers paychecks and stokes the fire of unrest. See the UK and everywhere else.

British Special Forces (SAS or SBS) engage Taliban Forces. 2001 pic.twitter.com/rP2Mnl2tBr

— Combat Archive (@Zoma3mk) April 30, 2026

Absurd. Of course diversity isn't our strength, unity is, and it doesn't take an Aquinas or Aristotle to work out the math, a calculus our Beloved Rulers seem strangely keen on ignoring in pursuit of votes and profit. But hey, what should we expect from a class of people who don't believe in truth, much less God. Or to put it bluntly, are perfectly happy killing babies up to and after the point of birth. Any form of wicked insanity is open to such people.

they're literally insane

That in mind, our war is primarily spiritual. If that aspect's right or at least trending in the right direction, then we're aligned with truth, however imperfectly, with God, and right behavior follows. If not, the reverse applies. To put it another way, you can't cash checks on the deposit of faith and expect, miraculously, that the same deposit will produce if you don't add to it and replenish the capital sum. 

To put it more bluntly, import the third world for profit and power, get the third world, and see where that takes you. Rhodesia, anyone? To say nothing of Stamford Hill.

Here at the Compound we're betting on things getting messy as TROP keeps killing people on the streets of once prosperous towns and calls for remigration hot up. What would that look like? Furious and bloody, but what can we say? Everything the Left does produces the total opposite of its intended result.

That in mind, let's have Constantinople back. For goodness sake, it's not as though we couldn't just take it, and the rest of the Middle East too. See UAE.

Deus Vult,

LSP

American Exceptionalism

 

Just throwing it out there. Maybe he's the new this?

Here's another.

Don't judge a book by its cover, eh? Then there's this sad leftist fool.

Cole Allen probably didn't think he'd end up naked and wrapped in tinfoil after trying a Wilkes Booth stunt, yet here we are. By the way, have you noticed how UK leftists are calling this third risible assassination attempt a false flag? You know, a grifting 47 ploy to get yet moar literally Hitler power over America. Yawn.

No, the Compound rejects this remarkably deficient argument, but we do wonder why so many NASA/JPL employees are suiciding and/or disappearing. Is this a time travel issue and if so, where does the unfortunate crazed Californian Democrat Cole Allen fit in. You'll recall Jack Parsons and L Ron were Crowleyites.

Ride On,

LSP

Prep Up

 

Data centers are springing up everywhere, have you noticed? Sure you have, and what kind of data will these centers collect? Yours, obviously. How could such a thing possibly be put to bad purpose, unthinkable, isn't it. Except in Hill County TX where landowners have given over thousands of acres to the thing.

That in mind, prep up for the coming dystopian AI tyranny by arming yourselves with these few but effective tools of resistance. Viz:

Learn how to write with an actual pen on paper. IMPORTANT. Learn Greek, also important, note Mutiny.

Turn off your handheld State Spy Device (SSD).

Buy ammo and learn to shoot it.

Generate your own electricity.

Get a well or cistern and fill your tank.

Invest in reality, not least gold and silver.

Go to Mass, daily, you'll need the spiritual backbone.

 

And, as always, stand firm and say no to the Leftist nihilists that hate us, our countries, our people, our religion and our culture. They destroy, we build. Stand on the latter. I reckon, and I hope I'm wrong, that hard times are about to burst in upon us.

Yours,

LSP