Saturday, April 18, 2026

Taps

 



You're maybe recovering from "Cherry" Vann, we are here at the Compound, but note this. Taps just rang across this small town, pre-recorded from the bell tower of the Court House, yes it should be a church. But whatever, very moving, and a call to stop for a moment and pray for those who put their lives in harm's way and beyond.

Without them, where would we be? On topic, have any of you been to a quiet, peaceful, calm, civilized English village or small town? Sure you have. Go in, if you haven't already, to the parish church, a building which has stood for maybe a thousand years or more.

It'll be open, unlike our churches in Texas, so go through that ancient oak door and wonder at the thing, a place where Christians have worshipped for at least hundreds of years. As you do, look at their War Memorials. The first one, typically 1914-18.

Take a little time over it, read the names, there are many of them, hundreds even, all from tiny country villages and towns, men who died when there was real labor on the land. Working men, agricultural laborers and the like, enlisted men. Yes indeed, but also commissioned ranks who were hugely slaughtered, destroying the nation's ruling or governing class. 

We could call the latter "gentry," those people who had enough land and income to not have to work, who gave themselves accordingly to the good of the people. You may recall, only men with a settled income could become MPs.

Those men built the greatest Empire the world has ever seen and were destroyed by WWI, WWII and the utter evil of Socialism, the very politics of greed and envy. Pray, ye heathen, for those who gave their lives that we could live free.

Boodles Forever,

LSP

Some Kind Of Pathetic Joke

 



Keen-eyed observers of the Anglican scene will have noticed that the Church of Wales, led by Archbishop figure "Cherry" Vann has given the green light for same-sex blessing rituals to be added to their rainbow spell book Book of Common Prayer.

According to the Living Church (TLC), the vote to include gay worship rituals was approved by a two thirds majority in the tiny denom's Governing Body and Cherry was all about it. No wonder, she's a lesbian who lives with Wendy Diamond, a retired Council worker, go figure. Here's the TLC:


“We want everybody to be able to hold their views with integrity whilst not losing sight of the image of God that resides in all of us. We want to build a church that can make space for each other whatever our different perspectives.”

Archbishop Vann has been together with Wendy Diamond, a retired council employee, for 30 years. They entered a civil partnership in 2015. Vann had kept their relationship quiet in church circles until she became Bishop of Monmouth in 2020.

“For years we kept our relationship secret because I worried about waking up and finding myself outed on the front page of a newspaper,” Vann said in The Guardian. “Now, Wendy joins me everywhere, and when I take services, it’s just normal. But in England she had to stay upstairs if I had a meeting in the house.”

 

Yeah, "space for each other." Unless, of course, you're an actual Christian who believes in the revealed Word of God and the Apostolic teaching of the Church, neither of which in any way sanction the unfortunately named Cherry's preferred and unrepentant mode of life. C'mon, Cherry, don't try to let yourself off the hook by redefining your imperfection out of existence in the name of love, of all things.

When you think on it, dear readers, using "love" as as a blanket term get out of jail free card comes dangerously close to the sin against the Holy Spirit, who is Love in Person. What can we say? Father, forgive them for they know not what they do, we hope. Leaving aside culpable ignorance, you'll be unsurprised to know that the Church of Wales has shrunk by a something like 30% since 2004 and now stands at a risible 29,301 worshippers on any given Sunday.

At this rate it'll be almost entirely gone in a generation, and you know what they say, fight against the Holy Spirit and be relentlessly destroyed by that same Spirit. Leo, take note.

Your Pal,

LSP

Friday, April 17, 2026

So What Have We Learned?

 



So what have we learned. In no particular order:


Islam is a right menace, yes, they want to conquer us

White Rhodesia was significantly better than Black Zim

Having an actual navy is actually important

Net Zero is an utter fake scam

Import the Third World, get the Third World

 

OK, all good lessons, but what about this. If your money's an IOU at interest to a central bank, then every cent you own is a depreciating asset, not unlike a car. Word to the wise, invest in reality, gold, silver, eyries in the Mogollon, spiritual truth. What, "spiritual truth?"




Yes, exactly that, spiritual truth. There is such a thing you know, and it's to be found in the Gospel, the Church, the Mass, and in Christ Himself.

Every Blessing,

LSP

Thursday, April 16, 2026

This Is Utterly Appalling!

 



What can we say? Erika.




Thanks, Herr Doktor Swanenstein, for the heads up.

Heimat,

LSP 

Wednesday, April 15, 2026

Blinded By The Light


 

Have you recovered from last night's lengthy Gloucestershire Regiment infovid? I was, believe it or not, part of that illustrious crew, though not for very long, became a Padre you see. That in mind, the last few days was all about Ma LSP and Dallas. She's making a good recovery, thank God.

Now? Back in the bucolic rural haven that is this part of Texas, even as outraged locals riot in Epsom, Surrey(!), Ireland, Brussels and on. Why would they be so annoyed? Perhaps because their beloved rulers have imported hundreds of thousands or millions of third world savages who rape the locals' women. How dare they protest, what utter racists.




In similar news, have you noticed Iran being mighty quiet lately, even as we impose a naval blockade on their wretched ports and effectively take over the Straits of Hormuz America? Curious thing, ain't it, how a country with an actual navy can impose a port blockade. Take note, erstwhile Great Britain.

Cheers,

LSP

Tuesday, April 14, 2026

GLORIOUS GLOSTERS

 


My crew, all hail the Gloucesters.



But were the bottles thrown at the commies at Imjin brought on through drunkenness? Just a thought.

Power to 'em,

LSP

Monday, April 13, 2026

Straits Of America

 



Just of the 'phone with the President of the Ghost Club, who tells me he's written an essay on the Radiant Boy, Viscount Castlereagh and all of that. All of that being a curse which followed Castlereagh to his nephew, Fitzroy, who slit his throat. The cursed Fitzroy, you'll be interested to know, sailed on the Beagle with Darwin before ending his life.



That in mind, the Straits appear to be closed. Sorry, Lloyds.

See you in Clubland,

LSP

Saturday, April 11, 2026

What Is This?

 



What is this? A spokespersyn for ACoC (Anglican Church of Canada)? A Tower Hamlets Council member or maybe an Episcopal priestess from San Francisco? Perhaps she runs a trans theater workshop in Gaza, but no, none of that, this is Ireland's Minister for Defence. Seriously, no kidding, she even has a name, Helen McEntee, and Rainbow Helen's tasked the country's military with putting down the ongoing protests against outrageous taxation and replacement level immigration.

You see, the Rainbow Unicorn's all about tolerance and love until it decides to gore you with its horn. That in mind, we might pray that Ireland's soldiers refuse to attack the people they're sworn to protect. Per one commenter on social media, "The military has a range of options from enthusiastic obedience, through going through the motions ineptly, to open rebellion. They are Irish. I hope they will choose wisely."

Situation Developing,

LSP

Friday, April 10, 2026

A NEW RED COAT

 



Congrats to young L, a nephew, who just became an Irish Guard; he gets his bearskin next week. Well done, that man, good work.




Of course he wants to go and blow stuff up, obvs. 

Arma Virumque Cano,

LSP

Thursday, April 9, 2026

Peasants Revolt!

 


Have you been following Ireland, Southern Ireland? It used to be a Catholic country until it was taken over by Globalists and their useful idiot rainbow followers. Net result? Huge tax increases to "save the environment" and a nifty immigration strategy which replaces the indigenous population with new votes.




Neat plan, but oh dear, the local working class don't support your trans revolution, so you just import millions of savages who do and remain in power forever. Until, that is, the imports form their own voting blocks and start throwing lesbian theater troupe players off the nearest hi-rise in Dublin. Or, of course, the locals revolt.



Lo and behold. Unsurprisingly, the locals have had enough of being replaced and appear to have risen up, with farmers and truckers blocking roads in and into Dublin itself, to say nothing of ports et al. Quelle horrible disaster. To that end, the Power in the Emerald Isle deputed a Canadian import policewoman to tell the protesters to back off or face the full "rigour" of the law. Remember the Canadian trucker's rally, anyone? But here's the thing.

Will the Gardai and what's pathetically left of the Irish Army actually beat up and if necessary shoot their brothers, sisters and fellow patriots? It seems their Canadian colleagues in crime were pretty much up to it. Ireland? I'd wager a different story, but that's just optimistic me.




Some say Ireland's the fuse to ignite Europe; fair play, it's not as though they haven't muscle memory when it comes to a fight. So there is that, but feel free to dive in and offer an opinion. As always, you the reader be the judge. But here's my take, for what little it's worth, I'd be dam hesitant to raise the Irish.

Yours,

LSP

Wednesday, April 8, 2026

So What Did Tomorrow Bring?

 

what level of psycho is this?

A ceasefire, apparently, which led some members of Dallas HQ to scratch their heads and ask, "So what exactly did we achieve by this little Middle Eastern adventure?" Good question, and I wasted no time picking up the Satphone and speed dialing Pete, "Hey, Pete, it's LSP, what's the story?" He mumbled something about "bunnies" and signed off.

Thanks a lot, SECWAR, but maybe he was worried about opsec and our lack of a SKIF. He needn't have, one was installed today, neatly camouflaged as a water heater. The old SKIF had broken, you see, and we had to get a new one. It works well and I enjoyed talking with the lead SKIF Tech about hunting and fishing, mostly fishing.


Look, a new SKIF

He wasn't too keen on people who boasted about catching small trout after clambering about in streams with waders, and even less keen on a pal who took his teenage daughter(!) hog hunting with knives only, "He showed me the video, man," and grimaced. I made the sign of the Cross, with good reason.

That in mind, some people can get bloodthirsty and  perversely weird in the hunting field. I've noticed this and don't like it, not that I'm any kind of expert. Going for fish on the Brazos or Lake Whitney? Different story. Speaking of which, must get back on the water and SKIF Tech agreed, "Gotta clean out the boat first, renew the tag." And that's just it, d'ye need a boat to get on the fish?


How utterly pathetic. At least she's not rusty even if inoperable

I asked my friend about this, who grinned in that toothy way of his, offering nothing; not unlike Pete when you think on it. My take? Boats are evidently a hassle, which you circumvent by having a friend with one or several and using theirs, see the UK. Problem is, you don't get something for nothing. If, for example, you abuse and mock and scorn your old pal, he's unlikely to let you on his boat.

There's a moral in this short tale of North Central Texan life, if you care to draw it.

Yours,

LSP