Monday, January 17, 2022

Calm. Down. Or Don't


Calm down, everything's normal. All's well. This is totally not the end of Western Civ. Gender has nothing to do with sex, money is divorced from debt and take the vax, serfs. After all, Pfizer doesn't wanna get any poorer.

That in mind, we hope you've all got the vax because that'll save you from the killer virus with a 99.87% recovery rate. And the famous booster, which really saves you from the killer plague.

Dear readers, have we ever lived in a time of such deceit, outright corruption and skulduggery? I challenge you, yes, challenge you to equal such an era of in your face, brazen malfeasance. Like take stock, Hillary's touted for a '24 run because Doddering Old Crook and cackling Whore just don't cut it.

Listen up team, Crush the Marxist Snake Underheel.

Your Old Pal,


Sunday, January 16, 2022



As it was then, so now, insurrection and sedition are in the air. Problem being that people don't trust their beneficent overlords in DC. The Eagle, they feel, has turned into a demon and so up with the Cross. Or something like that.

We can wax larger on an evil, corrupt managerial mandarin class losing it's grip as it comes to the end of an age and desperately clings to power, and on. But let's get down to brass tacks, to the meat of the thing. Who has the power?

The people with bullets, obviously. Let's hear it again, the people with bullets, and that'd be the Army. You can see, readers, all three of you, why previous Admins purged Command. Whatever, let's get down to it preppers and associated friends, here's the deal.

"Put a Bradley on the fkn street and go brrrrrrr," said the young 'un, and he's not wrong. Point being, we have to have the Army. The Left knows and fears this, and the troops hate them. They scorn the Marxist snake.

Make of this parable what you will.

Rise Up,


Global Warming And Other Things


Yesterday was freezing, as in doomed retreats from Moscow. Today was hot, T shirt hot. Such is our fickle enemy, the WEATHER. Global Warming aside, or is it Climate Change?, we pulled into an ersatz burger franchise after Mass #2. The Specialist was hungry, "Dad, I'm really hungry, I have to eat!" 

I didn't say "bill it to the Army" and dutifully drove in to a drive through, where the attendants were indecipherable because they were wearing NKVD 95 masks. It was like one of my kid's dystopian computer games, mumble... mumble. "Say again," and so they did, "$5.67, four cheeseburgers."

Fortified by fake hamburgers and wondering why $4.67 has miraculously turned into $5.67, have these facsimile burgers somehow gained in value?, we drove back to the Compound where everything was well.

Shotgun by the door, check (older 870 Wingmaster). Aged Blue Heeler asleep on a Moslem rug, check. Sun shining, yes please and thank you God, decent red wine? Obvs. All good and time for a nap I thought, after all, a workman deserves his wages.

No sooner done than a knock on the door, "Can I come in, are you decent?" Resisting the urge to bellow damn your insolence! I replied "sure." The boy wanted me to look at his laptop, which I did. What the Devil is this?

A pass grade on his CS degree practice semester test. Well done, young man. Now take the real deal and ace it.

Point being, gentlemen and gentlewomen, life is made up of small victories. As in, "Crush the Marxist snake underheel."

Ad Maiorem Dei Gloriam,


Saturday, January 15, 2022

It's Freezing - Sick Communion

Typical Texas Street Scene

Our Old Enemy the Weather knows no shame. One moment it's  warm and balmy, like Spring, the next? An icy wind cuts across flash frozen Texan tundra, it's like the Day After Tomorrow but this isn't New York, no, it's the Lone Star State.

Regardless, the ferocity of the elements didn't stop me driving out into the windswept steppe to bring the Sacrament to a sick churchman. I rolled up to his ranch and there he was, resting up. "Father," he asked, "can you get the dogs in, please?" 

Take This Man The Sacrament

"Sure," I replied, and called them in, bounding joyfully into the house, big sticks in their happy canine mouths. But they weren't sticks, they were deer bones, I should've looked closer before I noticed the smell. "Padre," exclaimed the rodeo star invalid, "Tucker's got a big ass bone in his mouth." So he did, and so did Lucy.

"Get those dam things and throw 'em out back. And wash your hands," which is exactly what I did, before administering Holy Communion. "Get better, man, we need you back at the Altar."

I file this exciting tale under Country Life in Texas and Climate Change.

God Bless,


Friday, January 14, 2022

Typical Night at The Compound


Never a dull night at the Compound. In other news, do you think the NWO/Illuminati COVID narrative's about to shift or pivot? Away from the midterm election disaster of Vax, Mask, Lockdown to sedition, treason > solitary confinement forever?

As in, Obey Your Rainbow Rulers, serfs.



Thursday, January 13, 2022

Winged Hussars



As you were,


Te Deum


I leave you with this.



What A Beautiful Day


Yes, the sun shone, big birds wheeled across the sky, woodpeckers did their thing in the pecan trees and the squirrels got, well, nasty. I guess they thought it was Spring, and it sure felt like it, T shirt weather. So, struck by the beauty of the moment I reflected on the Gospel for Sunday, the miracle at Cana, water into wine.

This struck me, by Farrer:

Christ attended a wedding.  What, then, was Christ’s concern – what is Christ’s concern – in the weddings of his friends?  We do not read that he laid down the law to them at that time, or told them their obligations – we read that he concerned himself with the supply of their wine.  It seemed a shame to him, if anything was lacking that could spread abroad delight.  The bride and bridegroom drank from the cup.  They passed it round, and their friends tasted the very flavour of their joy.  Christ would not bear to see the flow of happiness interrupted, for lack of wine in which to drink it.

Does this surprise you?  Did you not expect Jesus to be the servant of natural delight, the abettor of warm-hearted pleasure?  But have you forgotten what Christ is?  He is the desire of nations, he is the joy of all mankind: he came to take away the cold religion of duty, and to substitute the religion of delight.  We are to do our duty – yes, but we are to delight in it, for the love of our neighbour, and for the dear love of God.  There is nothing else but this, that we can hope for in heaven itself – nothing but to do good unalloyed by any meanness, and to do it with infinite delight.  And how shall we be able to do so?  By feasting on the vision of a face, whose eyes are the deep wells of happiness and love.

It is not surprising at all, then, that Christ should begin his ministry at a wedding: for a true marriage is a special favour of God’s grace, and a direct foretaste of heaven.  God’s glory is reflected, for those who truly love, in one another’s faces; they see the Creator shining through his handiwork, and the vision inspires them with a simple delight in doing one another good, and in furthering God’s will.  Those who are being married know what they want to do: and it is exactly what God desires them to do.  They do not, as the rest of us so often must, make themselves care about the will of God: they do care for it: for they care for one another.


I sent this to a churchman who writes books like we shoot, a lot, and he liked it too. "It is clear," he emailed magisterially, "that Jesus loved a good party—that was about 120 litres of the best :)" Well said!

Do not lose heart, punters, whatever the circumstance. Instead, rejoice in the power of the Lord who is joy in Himself and shares that perfection with us, His Bride, the Mystical Body of Christ.

Ad Gloriam,


Wednesday, January 12, 2022



Have you noticed how, in the new normal, the serf peasant underclass untermensch have to wear masks but our Elite Rulers don't? It's almost as though there's one rule for the rich and another for the poor. Megan Fox, obvs, doesn't have to wear a slave mask because she's immune to the deadly virus because beauty. And money.

Look at This Slave!

But Megan's servants do have to mask because they're not immune to the virus because no beauty and no money. That's why they're mask slaves to our MillSoc Rainbow Socialist Elite (MRSE). You'd think they'd rise up, tear off their slave muzzles and cry freedom, but no, they'd lose their miserable jobs if they did. Bye bye $10 ph.

Wear That Visor Slave

Moving on, we see this Elite/Serf, Owner/Peasant paradigm cascade out into everyday life, it's not just for Hollywood beauties like Megan. No. Go to any Walmart, peasant, and note that there's a class inferior even to you, the muzzled staff. There you are, elite style, maskless, and there they are at the cash register, all masked up and servile.

Slave, Behold Your Masters And Wear Your Gloves Lest You Touch Us

Or restaurants. You walk in, sit down like a lord and a masked slave approaches the table, "The special for today is..." mumble through mask. "Excuse me, say again?" you utter, Imperator style, "I'll have double braised leftist hypocrite and seared cultural Marxism, and a side of fried Spartacus. Chop, chop."

Seriously, what is this nightmare that everyone so willingly lives in? 

Just say no and keep walking.

Your Friend,




A top Israeli immunologist, Ehud Qimron, head of the Department of Microbiology and Immunology at Tel Aviv University, has written a letter blasting management of the corona pandemic. Here it is, via Zero:

Ministry of Health, it’s time to admit failure

In the end, the truth will always be revealed, and the truth about the coronavirus policy is beginning to be revealed. When the destructive concepts collapse one by one, there is nothing left but to tell the experts who led the management of the pandemic – we told you so.

Two years late, you finally realize that a respiratory virus cannot be defeated and that any such attempt is doomed to fail. You do not admit it, because you have admitted almost no mistake in the last two years, but in retrospect it is clear that you have failed miserably in almost all of your actions, and even the media is already having a hard time covering your shame.

You refused to admit that the infection comes in waves that fade by themselves, despite years of observations and scientific knowledge. You insisted on attributing every decline of a wave solely to your actions, and so through false propaganda “you overcame the plague.” And again you defeated it, and again and again and again.

You refused to admit that mass testing is ineffective, despite your own contingency plans explicitly stating so (“Pandemic Influenza Health System Preparedness Plan, 2007”, p. 26).

You refused to admit that recovery is more protective than a vaccine, despite previous knowledge and observations showing that non-recovered vaccinated people are more likely to be infected than recovered people. You refused to admit that the vaccinated are contagious despite the observations. Based on this, you hoped to achieve herd immunity by vaccination — and you failed in that as well.

You insisted on ignoring the fact that the disease is dozens of times more dangerous for risk groups and older adults, than for young people who are not in risk groups, despite the knowledge that came from China as early as 2020.

You refused to adopt the “Barrington Declaration”, signed by more than 60,000 scientists and medical professionals, or other common sense programs. You chose to ridicule, slander, distort and discredit them. Instead of the right programs and people, you have chosen professionals who lack relevant training for pandemic management (physicists as chief government advisers, veterinarians, security officers, media personnel, and so on).

You have not set up an effective system for reporting side effects from the vaccines and reports on side effects have even been deleted from your Facebook page. Doctors avoid linking side effects to the vaccine, lest you persecute them as you did to some of their colleagues. You have ignored many reports of changes in menstrual intensity and menstrual cycle times. You hid data that allows for objective and proper research (for example, you removed the data on passengers at Ben Gurion Airport). Instead, you chose to publish non-objective articles together with senior Pfizer executives on the effectiveness and safety of vaccines.

Irreversible damage to trust

However, from the heights of your hubris, you have also ignored the fact that in the end the truth will be revealed. And it begins to be revealed. The truth is that you have brought the public’s trust in you to an unprecedented low, and you have eroded your status as a source of authority. The truth is that you have burned hundreds of billions of shekels to no avail – for publishing intimidation, for ineffective tests, for destructive lockdowns and for disrupting the routine of life in the last two years.

You have destroyed the education of our children and their future. You made children feel guilty, scared, smoke, drink, get addicted, drop out, and quarrel, as school principals around the country attest. You have harmed livelihoods, the economy, human rights, mental health and physical health.

You slandered colleagues who did not surrender to you, you turned the people against each other, divided society and polarized the discourse. You branded, without any scientific basis, people who chose not to get vaccinated as enemies of the public and as spreaders of disease. You promote, in an unprecedented way, a draconian policy of discrimination, denial of rights and selection of people, including children, for their medical choice. A selection that lacks any epidemiological justification.

When you compare the destructive policies you are pursuing with the sane policies of some other countries — you can clearly see that the destruction you have caused has only added victims beyond the vulnerable to the virus. The economy you ruined, the unemployed you caused, and the children whose education you destroyed — they are the surplus victims as a result of your own actions only.

There is currently no medical emergency, but you have been cultivating such a condition for two years now because of lust for power, budgets and control. The only emergency now is that you still set policies and hold huge budgets for propaganda and psychological engineering instead of directing them to strengthen the health care system.

This emergency must stop!

Professor Udi Qimron, Faculty of Medicine, Tel Aviv University

This emergency must stop! And maybe it will if enough medical professionals speak out at the same time. In related news, details of scamdemic skulduggery continue to filter through into the public domain. You can read all about it on the internet.



Tuesday, January 11, 2022

Why Why Why?!?


Why, you ask yourselves from the bay window of your various clubs was Lemmy's floral Iron Cross tribute featured in yesterday's Space Empire post? Good question. Because awesome, obvs. Picture, if you can, Texas' Total Space Dominance (TSD).

In the meanwhile we have to wonder whether the Virus was somehow DAARPA homegrown, and if so, which heads should roll. Fauci, NIH anyone?

That in mind, I'm not a betting man, but I'll wager the fighting monkey on no one, exactly no one being held accountable. But I will buy the crypto dip 'coz fiat's just so trustworthy. Volatility forever and up the Gloucesters.

That's the Spirit of the Age,


Monday, January 10, 2022

Space Empire


If you go to LL's excellent blog you'll find the question; if Christ's second advent or second coming is going to happen, whatever the time or hour, why expand into space? Whoa, let's reflect on this for a moment:

Space is deep eh? And here at the Compound we're all in favor of the Lone Star State expanding its mission, yes, into the icy void of deep space. First step? Build a space elevator out of Houston after a fusion powerplant sets up at Marpearl. Limitless energy.

Then, setup onna Moon, it being the nearest quasi planetary body and an excellent training ground for our further expansion into the last and final frontier. After that? 

Mars, obviously, and then the moons of the gas giants and asteroids. Perhaps asteroids sooner, Texas can mine them to propel its Total Space Dominance (TSD). You see what we're saying?

Texas, we have lift off. And as always, and to answer the question, Deus Vult

Ad Astra,