Sunday, October 29, 2017

We Drove Through Fire To Get To Houston

No fooling, the team was driving to Houston when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, the traffic on I45 slowed to a standstill. Why? Because the road was on fire. Seriously, smoke was drifting across the highway thanks to some Anarcho-Marxist setting the verge on fire in an act of random highway terrorism.

Win The Firefight

We fought through the obstacle, hoping that the fire didn't spread to the surrounding brush and cause a conflagration, engulfing Leon County. It didn't, thank God, and before you could say phony Russian collusion story, the fabled towers of Houston were looming in the windshield of the rig.

MAGA Loves Gold

Then it was time for the inner loop and MAGAland as the sun bounced golden off the glassy sides of Houston's infamous Dalek. A great result and somehow teaching. "Round or flat?" asked the Cadet (potential), staring into the boundlessly flat horizon. 

Obviously Flat Quite Possibly Hollow

"That's easy, son. It's obviously flat and quite possibly hollow. Think Hillary's failed bid for presidential power."

Later that evening we celebrated at the Lux and I tell you this, a good time was had by all, except maybe the waiter who was from the Ukraine and serving tables after being canned by Fusion GPS. His name was "Slavo", curiously.

Go On LSP, Starch That Shirt And Tackle The Brulee

So well done, Houston, you're a fun place to visit, even if you have to dodge the McLarens and Bentley soft tops. But maybe that's half the charm.

Mind how you go,


Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Gone GaGa!

Which one of these degenerate presidential clowns is an NWO, Globalist, Elite, Illuminati Snake Stooge? Ha, ha, trick question, they all are. 

But seriously, does GaGa get a pass for wearing a neat white suit, or would that be racist? Here at the Compound we're undecided.

You, the reader, be the judge,


Coyote Moon

We hunkered down quietly at a clear point in the brush and listened to the Texan dusk. No cars, trains or people, just the undulating sound of locusts, crickets and cicadas gradually filling the soon to be night air. And there it was, the first howl.

No, not the fearsome White Wolf but its prey, a coyote. The howl was joined by a chorus of other howls, yips and barks; an eerie, unearthly, wild sound as the pack went into action in the nearby woods.

A White Wolf

In the absence of wolves, so the experts tell us, coyotes have multiplied beyond reason and become a menace, like laws on a DC statute book. Some people, especially in greater Los Angeles, foolishly feed them and then wonder in baffled consternation when the hungry creatures make off with their children.

Get A New Shotgun LSP

Here in Texas that doesn't happen and people hunt them but we were just in it for the sound of the wild dogs baying at the moon. Still, I had a shotgun close to hand in case a target of opportunity presented itself.

After a time the howls quieted down and the coyotes moved off. We did too, through the thick brush, heading for the truck and burgers at the Compound.

It's good to get out for an armed stroll in the country air as the moon rises, and the dogs remind you that the wilderness isn't that far away.

God bless,


Thursday, October 19, 2017

The Ugly Face Of Halloween Racism

The day started off well enough, with a famous Texan sunrise breaking through the autumnal mist. It was powerful and while some fail to see the glory of God in creation, it's also true that some are blind. My son wasn't and remarked, "That's very beautiful, Dad." 

So true and on we drove to this rural haven's hallowed hall of free academe. Resisting the urge to think "you get what you pay for," I dropped the kid off at school and headed back to the Compound. Well done. School INFIL complete, it was time for a strong cup of coffee and Morning Prayer, on the porch.

Just Some Tranny

Next task? Walk the dog. The creature of fur was happy to be out and frisked along blindly; he works by scent and keen, batmanlike ears. Not to be trifled with, I can tell you. So all was right with the world or at least with this small slice of latter day Americana that is LSPland.

Then BOOM. We round the corner and there it is, the ugly face of Halloween Racism. No apologies, no ifs, ands or buts, none of that, just simple, unalloyed, brazen racism. 

I stared at the grey-clad figure and wondered at the kind of blindness that thinks it's somehow OK to present the effigy of a Confederate soldier to the world on Halloween. There it was, in its grey uniform and slave-owning cap. 

To add insult to injury, the effigy was clearly genderless, a mocking tribute to non-binary oppression everywhere. 

Blue Cis-Gender snorted and ate something revolting on the curbside and we walked on, trying to put the ugly face of Halloween Racism behind us.

Munroe Bergdorf has nothing to with this, at all.

Carry on,


Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Check Your Privilege, Sorry, Uranium

So there you were, naively wandering down the street in your Red Indian costume, or dressed up all "minstrelsy" like a character from a Dr. Seuss book, when all of a sudden you realize that the jolly outfit is, in fact, racist.

Disaster. You run home, look at the packaging of your tried and true "General Lee" and see the word "traditional." You hide it, embarrassed, and reach for another costume, the George Washington one. That'll work. But no, "colonial." You reach blindly for  another and pull out the "Cecil Rhodes." No! Catastrophe.

Maybe the Chaka Zulu will work. Mistake. "Tribal." So you search, desperately, for something to wear on Halloween, something that doesn't perpetuate stereotypes, misinformation, or historical inaccuracy.

Don't say Uranium One.


Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Melania Mondays! Even Though it's Tuesday

It's never too late for Melania Mondays!, which is why we're bringing you this special miracle edition on the life of America's popular and glamorous First Lady.

Melania is known for her love of children and wasted no time visiting the Bambino Gesu hospital in Rome after her May audience with Pope Francis. Before entering the hospital she took time to pray before a statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

She then visited with the children, asking one little Greek boy in ICU if he would like her to pray for him. The boy accepted and the First Lady prayed for miraculous healing; the child desperately needed a heart donor.

After visiting, Melania stopped at the hospital chapel and made her devotions before leaving. A few hours later, on arriving in Belgium, she discovered that a donor had been found.

“Upon landing in Belgium, I learned a young boy and his family who had been waiting for a heart transplant was informed that the hospital has found a donor.I read a book and held hands with this special little one just a few hours ago, and now my own heart is filled with joy over this news.”

A miracle? I should say so. 

Don't underestimate the power of prayer and as always, thank you Melania for bringing hope and love to children and doing your part to make America great again.

Salve Regina,


Thursday, October 12, 2017

Amazing Pyramid Church Caught on Camera!

Amazing camera footage has captured a skyborne pyramidal structure, which appears to be the Church of England. The pyramid has been seen in multiple locations.

Josh Edbow was startled when he saw the Church of England zig-zagging in the air above Scarborough, Ontario, Canada.

"I was minding my own business when all of a sudden it appeared, zig-zagging in the sky. It was shaped like a giant pyramid," said Edbow, "The Church made a kind of whistling noise, it sounded like 'con-seq-uences.' Then it disappeared behind a water tower."

The same object was seen above the Hebei Luannan power plant in Tangshan City, China, spinning rapidly before becoming invisible.

"The Church of England span very fast," stated one power plant worker, "Then it vanished! There was a wind, the Church was still there, but invisible."

The Church of England was accompanied by a strange smaller craft in the China sighting. 

This too became invisible after spinning wildly. Experts speculate it was the Scottish Episcopal Church.

Ad Astra,


Tuesday, October 10, 2017


my agent and God–Harvey Weinstein. Meryl Streep

Meryl Streep's come out against the now infamous producer, Harvey Weinstein, along with all the other millionaire socialist celebrities that were, apparently, unaware of their god's alleged decades long abuse of women.

Weinstein, it appears, was no stranger to "pay to play," so perhaps it's no accident that the mega rich leftist was a major fundraiser for the Clinton Foundation and Hillary's doomed '16 bid for presidential power, to say nothing of bundling some $650k for Obama.

The Handler

No surprise, then, that failed Candidate Clinton liked Weinstein a lot and took five whole days after the Weinstein sex abuse scandal broke to speak out against the reported sexual predator. You can't blame her; after all, Weinstein doesn't make Hillary look good.

There she is, Candidate Clinton, the great champion of women's rights, who just happens to be funded by an accused serial woman abuser. 

The Bundler

Let's face it, Trump's infamous "grab 'em" comment pales into insignificance compared to the godlike behavior of Weinstein. And finally - after how many years? - all the MillSoc (millionaire socialist) Hollywood celebrities are emerging from their mansions to denounce their former deity. Apart from George Clooney, who was evidently clueless. But here's the thing.

Nice Tulle, Nasty Weinstein

Will Linda Sarsour, Madonna, Chelsea Handler and Katy Perry lead a march through DC to protest top Democrats profiteering from a woman abuser? Don't say hypocrite as you hold your breath.

As of today, the Clinton Foundation hasn't returned Weinstein's cash. Neither, for that matter, have the Obamas. And that's good old MillSoc for you, readers.

The Hypocrite

Question, was Weinstein a "lone wolf" or did he operate in a pack, as part of a corrupt, degenerate, evil, globalist MillSoc pack? As in "Hollywood culture"?

You be the judge,


Monday, October 9, 2017

Melania Mondays! Columbus Day Special

It's Columbus Day and you're either "taking the knee" like a traitorous millionaire socialist coward, defacing statues or eating spaghetti and celebrating the day. 

Here at the Compound we chose the latter option, which is why we're bringing you another uplifting episode of Melania Mondays!


Melania's taking a well-deserved rest in Palm Beach today after visiting Las Vegas in the wake of the recent, apparently motiveless, Mandalay Massacre. But the office of America's attractive and glamorous First Lady never sleeps, especially when under attack.


Yes, there are people who unwisely choose to attack the former Yugoslavian supermodel, such as Ivana Trump, who told ABC's Good Morning America, that she, not Melania, was "First Lady."

Don't Mess With This Woman

"I have the direct number to White House but I don't really want to call him there because Melania is there," said Ivana, while attempting to promote her new book. "I don't really want to cause any kind of jealousy or something like that because I'm basically first Trump wife [sic], OK? I'm first lady, OK?"

 Ivana (left)

Jealously? Really, Ivana? The real First Lady's office is well-known for being able to turn on a dime and issued the following statement.

"Mrs. Trump has made the White House a home for Barron and the President. She loves living in Washington, DC and is honored by her role as First Lady of the United States. She plans to use her title and role to help children, not sell books. There is clearly no substance to this statement from an ex, this is unfortunately only attention-seeking and self-serving noise."


Here at the Compound we think that speaks for itself and well done Melania, for doing your part to make America great again.

Happy Columbus Day!


Sunday, October 8, 2017

Fixed The Rig

After dropping the Cadet (potential) at school, I dropped off the rig at the Brazen Pineapple, known colloquially as Gene's Auto Body. Then I walked home, because I didn't have a vehicle and didn't care to ask for a "loaner."

It still seems odd after growing up in England to see dirt roads within city limits but I like that, it's Centex Country, right along with the grain bins, sorry, bins not in the frame.

So are shacks, which are somehow less bucolic than the dirt roads and grain silos of this small slice of rural Texan paradise. Imagine, there you are in your shack, it's triple digits and the food stamps have just run out because you've swapped them out for meth. Not so pastoral idyll.

Still, the town's getting fixed up, with new shops on the Square and attractive older houses being renovated and sold. Who to? People from Dallas, I'd imagine, who can't afford the 500k+ price tag of living in the appalling and soul-destroying metrosprawl.

I thought all this and more as I strolled down the leafy boulevards of my quaint farming community and pondered the transnational, satanic, globalist elites that destroyed this town to make themselves even richer. Where will it end? 

Pitchforks and Nooses down the Mall? Maybe. More likely a gradual breakdown of central government which, ironically, runs out of cash.

Of course we've seen it all before. Cast your minds back to Rome which, at its peak, was a city of over a million people. Then picture that same city in the 7th century AD, perhaps viewed from the Palatine Hill and the just at that point intact palace of the Caesars. What do you see?

A sea of ruins stretching out to the horizon, broken by still-standing monumental architecture, such as the Pantheon and Coliseum. Below you lies the broken Hippodrome with its ghosts of long dead crowds. Rome at this point maybe musters 20,000 souls.

This Texan town was 20,000 strong 50 years ago, now it's 7,000 if it's lucky. 

Draw the moral as you will.

Quo Vadis,


Saturday, October 7, 2017

Lepanto, Our Lady of Victories

Listen up, heathen. It's the anniversary of the battle of Lepanto, in which a combined catholic fleet under Don Juan of Austria, on october 7, 1571, took on the Turkish Sea Jihad and killed it. Dead.

The Mohammedans, under Grand Admiral Ali Pasha, had hoped to land an invasion fleet on the coast of Italy and seize Rome, which they curiously called the "Big Apple." But they were routed and victory is accredited to the miraculous intercession of the Blessed  Ever Virgin Mary.

Ali Pasha was killed in the action aboard his ship, the Sultana, which had engaged Don Juan's flagship, the Real. Pasha's severed head was subsequently displayed on the Real on the end of a pike.

Today's TransMed Jihad comes in a different form and the Moslems don't have a navy; neither, of course, do the Europeans. I'll leave it to you to figure out if the threat is any less real.

Salve Regina,