States Rights

 

Dam straight.

States Rights,

LSP

The Royal Navy

 

In 1935 the Royal Navy had something like 12 battleships, 3 battlecruisers, 7 carriers, 66 cruisers, 184 destroyers and 60 submarines. Britannia ruled the waves and employed over 300,000 men to do so. Now the Royal Navy has maybe 63 active ships and submarines in various states of disrepair, of which 2 are carriers, 6 destroyers, 7 frigates and 10 submarines. 

You'll note, keen-eyed observers of the naval scene, that one of these 6 destroyers was going to be deployed to Cyprus because Iranian proxies have been churlishly rocketing our airbase on the island which, cunningly, doesn't have any air defense. Day late and a dollar short you say, only to find out that the wretched destroyer's stuck in Portsmouth for repairs and the shop's only open 9-5 because Union.

Far out, the UK can't even send one of its very few warships to defend one of its territories in the face of an attack by an hostile power. But of course the power concerned is Moslem and it wouldn't do to offend all those imported votes asylum seekers. would it.

There are, per the latter day Delphi of the Internet, 134 British Admirals, a spectacular force of gold braid by anyone's reckoning, one which works out as well over two Admirals per ship in the rusting, broken down, shrunken Royal Navy.

Don't get me wrong. I'm a loyal son of the Empire and a UK patriot, a US one too, but this kind of malfeasance on a grand bipartisan scale is outrageous. There you are, an island, dependent on the sea lanes for your existence and you effectively shut your navy down. What utter traitors.

So that's the bad news, but people are waking up to the betrayal of their country by a gang of rainbow hued Cultural Marxist elites who actively hate, scorn and despise the serfs they rule over. Can that be fixed by votes or does something more seismic and kinetic have to happen. I'm inclined towards the latter, as in an inability to pay migrant invaders welfare checks and a USMC Expeditionary Force.

See you at the In & Out.

Dark Star,

LSP 

Progress - Devolution - Eschaton

 

Have you noticed people calling themselves "progressives"? Sure you have, and some of you might even remember people talking about "progress" as soon ago as the 1970s. As in, "The progress of thought and action unfettered from the hidebound superstition of the past and powered by science and technology will produce an unrivalled utopia." Or something like that.

Fast forward to today and what we got? Hideous architecture, and it is, spectacularly ugly art, expensive mediocrity in everything except that afforded by the very, very rich, no heroes or even the metaphysic to create them, schools which don't teach, gutted towns and cities, and on. In short, we've devolved, as anyone walking through the beauty of what our people created before, ahem, progress, can see.

That, dear readers, all two of you, is why tourists always line up to visit the tower blocks of progress and scorn places like Trafalgar Square. Likewise, everyone's falling over themselves to live to live in buildings and places designed by our postwar progressive friends, except that they're not. They're paying millions for the privilege of living in Mews houses where the servants once slept.

Progress? No, devolution brought on by people who are essentially nihilists. They destroy, that's their aim, because they hate beauty, truth and goodness. And let's be honest, these de facto Satanists have had a pretty good run for the last fifty or so years, denigrating our people and countries, wrecking our culture and trashing our faith. Their latest stunt being, of course, to convince everyone that they're sexless drones of the hivemind even as they import millions of  savages to replace us.

Open borders, how very progressive. Yes indeed, progressively higher rents and lower wages, all the while destroying the ethnicity, white working class, that won't vote for you and your dachau in Weston Super Mare. And look at you, serf, you're not even a man or woman, we can't define that, in the name of tolerance.

How revolting. You'll note, punters, that everything the Left enacts or wills produces the exact opposite of its intended effect. You'll note this too, Satan always overplays its hand. All this in mind, everything is moving to its directed end or τέλος, and it's for the good, nothing can stop it.

Eschaton,

LSP

Are You Exhausted?

 

Exhausted by what? The price of beef, serious issue, the great replacement, also a serious issue, endless gaslighting by corrupt bought and paid for pols? Sure you are, to say nothing of endless driving to and fro Dallas via I35 to look after the aged p., who's doing pretty well, thank God. Word to the wise, read PG Wodehouse for morale boost.

Oh, and then there's war. We're in another one and, fair play, the Iranian regime should go, much to the fear of the UK's ruling Cultural Marxist elite establishment. As in, how dare you offend all our imported votes! Hey, lest you feel too bad, UK and Irish patriots, US Democrats are right up there too, just imagine a Kamala administration. That didn't happen and we have to ask, was there some kind of civil war amongst our unelected rulers, in which patriots got control?  Maybe, but let's get down to brass tacks, if you're not too exhausted.

Iran had, apparently, hypersonic unshootable missile tech, making aircraft carriers obsolete juggernauts. The current op tells us that: Iran's hypersonics aren't for real or, and it's a huge or, our carrier groups are vastly more powerful than perceived by OSINT. With an emphasis on vast.

GW (Gulf War) I and II featured now antique planes that had been secret 'til then, F117s, B whatevers, etc, and I asked an old Royal Navy pal, commanded a sub in the '70s and '80s, what he thought, "Those things have been around for years, we saw them in the '70s, now they're out in the open, imagine what they have now."

Maybe F47s? And there, just like a switch, exhaustion fades. But seriously, let's deal with the Moslem problem, and it is one. As my late Father used to say, and he was no fool, "For the first time since the 7th century we have complete and total military dominance over the Moslems." Yes indeed, but do we have the will? Question open.

Dark Star,

LSP

Were You Part Of This?

 

I wasn't, obviously, being far too young and busy studying for something called "O Levels" at King's Cant. All very prestigious and thank you very much. Apologies, btw, to Col., then Major, Dewar RGJ, "D'ye think you could run with the boys in the Mess?" I thought about that for about a second as we strolled around Green Court and replied with youthful vigour that I could. All at the mighty age of 15. Huh, Vicar's son notwithstanding.

Flash forward 40 years and lo and behold, we're bombing the living heck out of Iran, arming a Kurdish insurgency and, here in Dallas, taking Ma LSP to the hospital for an outpatient visit. All good, and thank God local friendlies are on hand.

So what do you do after the hospital? Make up chicken salad, feed the aged p., then relax on the porch to the sound of thunder.

Your Pal,

LSP

The Air War

 

B1s

B2s

B52s, no less.

And B17s

Wow, maybe it's almost time to unleash a few B17s, just for kicks. And here's a thought, maybe something like an upgraded P51 would be useful against low tech opposition? Cheap, too, which might be a factor in weeks to come.

Fly on,

LSP

Smoke Rises

 

Yes, over the Dallas Compound, but not because of errant Iranian drones or rogue F 4 strikes. No, because it seems right to grill up some chicken on this beautiful springlike day. In related news, the UK's airbase in Cyprus was hit by drones or missiles, maybe via Hezbollah, and guess what? It didn't have any air defense. 

Well go figure. You'll also be amazed to know there aren't any Royal Navy ships stationed off Cyprus or anywhere else much, so the kindly Greeks have stepped in and sent a frigate and a couple of F 16s, or something like that, to defend Crown interests against the missile armed savages. You can imagine, dear readers, Lord Palmerston going apoplectic with rage at such a dismal state of affairs. 

Terrifying prospect, but in the meanwhile we most definitely seem to be at war, UK assistance notwithstanding. What's your take on it? I'd say, for what little it's worth, that it's a good thing to take out the Ayatollahs and free the Persians. Can we do it without causing yet more chaos and nation wrecking in the Middle East? Precedent argues we won't, but maybe we'll buck the trend. For that matter, do we have enough munitions and their resupply to conduct a protracted war?

If not, this whole thing's a great gamble. To put it another way, will Iran fold like a paper monkey. Or not. Not being a betting man, I'm keeping my fighting monkey safely out of the ring to wager on a safer bet. You may feel otherwise, your call.

And almost forgot! Let's have Constantinople back while we're at it. You'll note the Iranians haven't attacked Turkey, a NATO member, even as they attack the UK, also a NATO member. 

Cheers,

LSP

Dark Star

 

Just seemed, yet again, like a good tune to post. And the movie's neat too, obviously. 

Your Pal,

LSP

EPIC FURY

EPIC FURY

For decades, the Iranian regime screamed “Death to America.”

They fucked around.

Now they’re finding out. 🇺🇸 pic.twitter.com/QGrYNOaNm3

— The British Patriot (@TheBritLad) February 28, 2026

 

Wow, you no sooner wake up and drink a cup of strong covfefe then all hell breaks loose with Operation EPIC FURY. It seems memory runs deep; good work, Carter and every other US President until Trump.

The American Flag will rise in Tehran by tomorrow night.

Mark this post! pic.twitter.com/F6U19fxvta

— 0HOUR1 (@0hour1) February 28, 2026

 

In the meanwhile, Jews and Persians are celebrating in Golders Green, of all places. More power to 'em. 

Golders Green is traditionally a Jewish area in North London but many Iranians live there too.
In January the wall that had been filled with images of hostages (now returned) was covered with photos of those killed by the Iranian regime.
Tonight the Iranians came to Golders… pic.twitter.com/hXJq4ay3kb

— Nicole Lampert (@nicolelampert) February 28, 2026

 

What can we say? Return Of The King and, let the reader understand, idiot Islamo-Marxists look especially stoopid right about now.

Kizmet,

LSP

Report From North Front

 

North Front in this instance being Dallas, where Ma LSP reclines on the sickbed of a fractured spine. That sounds awful, and it is, but she's made of stern stuff and's recovering  on schedule. The important thing, they tell me, is to encourage movement, get up and go as opposed to sinking into the sofa forever.

No small caveat. People do just that, they break something, sink into the sofa, lose the will to live and die. No joke, and to that end we encourage movement which, as the Philosopher assures, is a sign of life. So, thank God all's on an upwards trajectory to full recovery here. She's fit, which helps. But that's just North Front or more accurately Home Front. What about everything else?

It seems Pakistan's got itself into a border war with Afghanistan, and we have to wonder, is this some kind of type of future UK polity? Outcome undecided. Then there's Iran or Persia, an ancient civilization controlled by a savage barbarian moon cult. Will we strike or will we not? All this to say nothing of the UK's latest HomoRainbowGreen/IslamoMarxist win in Gunchester. A lot going on, no doubt about it, and here, in Dallas?

Making dinner for the aged p. and voraciously reading PG Wodehouse. You know, it's been years since I did that and those missed years were ill-spent. 

As you were,

LSP

PS. Are you recovered from HST?

PS. Speaking of PGW, who famously said that the world he wrote about was small and is now non-existent, listen up. PGW's world may be gone but his vibe certainly existed in the '90s in London. I know this. Pan to a kitchen in South Ken where I'd been dropped off by a faithful driver, and no sooner as, noticed a chap with a ridiculous red suitcase on the kitchen table.

One thing leads to another, and I asked the redboxer kitcheneer, "I say, are you something to do with the government?" He looked at me and raised an eyebrow, perhaps a fraction of an inch, "I'm a Cabinet Minister, which is why I have this red suitcase."

I retreated, dear friends, to Lanson. An admirable fall back, do you not think?

Surfing The Vibe

 

Perhaps some of you remember Hunter Thompson's "Wave Speech." Viz.

Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era—the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west, and with the right kind of eyes, you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

HST, most certainly surfing the vibe while discerning it to boot. Speaking of vibe, and this dates me, I remember my dad teaching a class at UWM in what, maybe 1968? There were all these shoeless, long haired fellas with headbands sitting cross legged on our living room floor for a seminar on Tolkein. My poor Mother, imagine the debris they left behind, but far out nonetheless, and I think right on the cresting wave of Thompson's watermark.

Hideous

Now, today? The choppy, sewage-ridden backwash of Hunter's breaking wave has left us in a sink of dissolved institutions and standards, see the collapse of the Western family and birth rate, and a risible university led Cultural Marxist orthodoxy. See what used to be Great Britain, where import the vote equals Raysism.

England, I think, and for what little it's worth, is beginning to wake up to their great replacement in the name of Diversity is our Strength, which it obviously isn't. America certainly has, and you'll note the descendants of Hunter's high watermark howling and shrieking about it. Tough luck, oh dear. But hold on, Parse Thompson as talking about the Uniparty, Old and Evil. Maybe his cresting wave of the '60s was just the beginning of a more thorough root and branch takedown.

Do bear in mind, dear friends, that I am a Monarchist, Chuck Cider 3 notwithstanding. And no pagan.

Yours,

LSP

Pioneer Column

 

Everyone's heard of Cecil Rhodes, mining magnate and driven son of the Empire, but perhaps you've forgotten his Pioneer Column, guided by the legendary Frederick Selous. The Column set north from today's South Africa to what would become Rhodesia in 1890. According to something called "Pindula":

The Pioneer Column was made up of individuals of various expertise. It was led by Frank Johnson who was formerly of the Bechuanaland Protectorate Police, and Rhodes's military advisor, before he became leader of the column. Johnson employed the services of Fredrick Selous who was a professional hunter with vast knowledge of Mashonaland. He was the guide for the Column. 

He then began to recruit volunteers to take part in the colonisation of Mashonaland. The volunteers were to be offered 3000 hectares of arable land and 15 mining claims as a reward for their services. The Pioneer Column was placed under the military directorship of an Irish Commander Lieutenant Colonel Edward Pennefather. 

The Pioneer Column was made up of 180 sappers, 200 volunteers and 62 wagons. No women were allowed. Another group soon joined the Column. It added 110 men, 16 wagons, 130 horses and 250 cattle. They set out from Mcloutsie (Fort Tuli, on the Shashe River, border with Bechuanaland) on 28 June 1890 and arrived at Fort Victoria on 12 September. The British flag was hoisted, symbolising occupation.

 

 

It's said that the 200 volunteers were chosen from amongst thousands of applicants for their exceptional qualities of character and ability. And go figure, their immediate descendants went on to create a civilised state from land occupied by hunter gatherers and savages.

Remarkable men, not least Selous himself, and, let the record show, Great Britain sold those pioneers down the river, ceding a once prosperous nation into the hands of corrupt communists, it's laughably called Zimbabwe now. What a betrayal.

That aside, and it's a large aside, can you imagine Rhodes and Curzon meeting, perhaps in the "Secret Society" or over a brandy at the Rand Club or at White's in London. "I say, Rhodes, you do try hard," pan to cigar smoke, flashing eyes and, "Yes!" Or something like that. And what can we say.

Dear Lord, Kyrie Elieson, but well done nonetheless

There were giants in those days,

LSP