Saturday, December 28, 2019

Boxing Day And On To Canada

Christmas day was great, feasting and fun with friends and family, then it was Boxing Day. I strolled over to a diner with the Private for a late and large portioned breakfast, tasty.  And after a well needed re-org we headed to the airport, objective? The Land of The Ice And Snow, aka Canada.

As everyone knows, flying's pretty miserable but our flight worked out well thanks to not one but two upgrades on account of the Private being active military traveling with orders. Good work AA, USO didn't hurt either.

So we ended up in the first two seats of the plane with a bizarre amount of legroom, comp drinks in real glasses, a meal with metal cutlery and all laid on, thank you very much. A bit like flying in the olden days and I tell you, it made the trip to Calgary most congenial.

And there we were, as if faster than you could say Justine Blackface Beta Socks Trudeau, landed at YYC. 

It was good to be back in the Great White North; I like Canada and I especially like Calgary. Stay tuned as this snowy mountain town adventure unfolds.

Merry Christmas,


Tuesday, December 24, 2019

Merry Christmas!

Christmas is upon us like a Trump train steaming down the track to a 2020 landslide. So here's a couple of prayers to ground us in the mysterious joy and glory of the day:

O GOD, who makest us glad with the yearly remembrance of the Birth of thine only Son Jesus Christ: grant that as we joyfully receive him for our Redeemer, so we may with sure confidence behold him when he shall come to be our Judge. Who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Ghost, one God, world without end.

O GOD, who hast enlightened this most holy night with the beams of thy one true light: grant, we beseech thee; that we, who have known the mystery of his light on earth, may also attain to the fruition of his joys in heaven. [Who.]

With the beams of thy one true light. And the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us.

Wishing you the most joyful and merry Christmas,


Monday, December 23, 2019

The Shoot Before Christmas

"Up for a shoot, old chap?" The Private didn't need much prompting and sprang out of bed, eager to show off his skills. "I reckon I'll smoke you on the AR," he quipped in a merry two days before Christmas kind of way. 

"I reckon there'd be something wrong if you didn't," I replied in the famously understated way of irregular cavalry, "But first I have to walk the Blue." The Blue being a dog, obviously.

That done, off we went to the range with a couple of .45s, an AR, a 20 SxS, and a big box of bullets courtesy of; thanks, guys, great result. And what a good day for it, the sun shone, the ground was firm, the air clean in a big Texan sky, and all was well. 

CZ 20

First things first, we set up a silhouette along with a few playing cards and warmed up on the .45s. I kicked off with a Glock 21 and pounded five rounds into an approximation of the X Ring. OK, for a rusty shooter. The kid followed on and did well with a PX4 Storm, the green terr was definitely down. We moved onto playing cards at 10 yards.

Hmmm. Rusty.

I know, nothing outrageously skilled, unless you're out of practice like me, but we put the paper beast back in its box and had plenty of fun to boot. Nice. Then onto the 20 and a box of skeet, which we hurled redneck style into the sky. They mostly got smoked. 

Go Army

Next up? AR, and disaster struck. The battery'd died and the helpful red dot was no more. Good thing the weapon had back up iron sights. We blasted away like good 'uns, mostly against steel plates which swang like fury at the impact of the small but forceful 5.56. 

Did the kid "smoke me on the AR"? No, but I feel he would've if the shoot had gone on much longer and he got the feel of weapon. More training, you see. But what a neat little beast, Hipertouch trigger, Bison barrel and lightweight furniture. Far better, thought the Private, than issue. Such, perhaps, is the value of being irregular.


We finished off with .45s against steel plates and had a blast knocking the adversary about. Boom, off you go. And then it was time to head for home, mission accomplished.

I love shooting, I scorn the DNC. And thanks, CheapAmmo for making the whole day possible. Great result, and your bullets worked too, like fury. Result.

Gun Rights, 


PS. Look, they helped the Compound out so I want to return the favor. Check out CheapAmmo, they support our troops. Good, right?

Saturday, December 21, 2019


Yes readers, it's that time of year again, the WINTER SOLSTICE. You heard that right, time to get down to the Stones and party down. Or not, but hey, your call.

Maybe you don't want to get down and dirty with a crew of thieving hippies in the English countryside, maybe you don't want to worship the Moon Goddess with a cocktail of cheap red wine, fake hallucinogens and Special Brew. Then again, maybe you do.

Here at the Compound we don't judge, knock yourselves out, just don't be surprised when you wake up in a ditch and your wallet's been ripped off by an unwashed emissary of Giaia.


Friday, December 20, 2019

Because Awesome

Who gave AJ the truck?



Welcome Home!

The Private flew in from the Army in Georgia today, where he's doing AIT at Fort Gordon. He likes the Army a lot and finds it better than being a bassist in a Scandinavian Death Metal band, awesome as that is.

On the way from the airport to an RV with fast food, the youthful defender of the nation's freedom regaled me with tales of training and poured scorn on our country's enemies in Congress. Seems like the Army's for 45, unsurprisingly.

Then, multiple dollar menu items later we fell back to Ma LSP's redoubt and the kid took a well deserved sleep. The Blue guarded.

I tell you, I'm proud of my eldest son, he's come a very long way. We'll be flying to the land of the ice and snow, Canada, on Boxing Day.

Go Army,


Thursday, December 19, 2019


Whaaa?!? Trump's still President even though he's impeached?!? That's right, goonshow, 45's still President and I'll wager the fighting monkey he'll win by a massive landslide, 2020.

If you were a conspiracy theorist you might believe the Democrats were bought and paid for shills of Brad Parscale and the GOP.



Wednesday, December 18, 2019

You Nazi Fascists

Well, well. In yet another stroke of popularist genius, rabid leftists attacked a children's nativity play in Toulouse, France on Monday.

You've doubtless seen the news. A group of children dressed up as shepherds, wise men and the Holy Family to re-enact the nativity story. How sweet. 

No, not sweet if you're a radical commie satanist. The play was shut down by around 50 screaming anarcho-marxists, who hurled abuse at the innocent children, accusing them of being "Fascists."

Leaving aside the bravery of the commies in their bold strike against The Man in Toulouse we have to wonder. Why does the Left hate children? 

You know, kill it in the womb, chemically castrate it in a sex-change, destroy its prospects in a failed marriage, and all this to say nothing of giving the child who's survived thus far, remarkably, a rubbish education in a taxpayer funded school.

Why? Because the Left hates life, innocence and purity. As abortion's their sacrament, so the miracle of birth is ours. We create, they destroy.

That, in part, is why we will beat these beasts.


Tuesday, December 17, 2019

All Lit Up

It all starts off at the Tree Gulag, where captive conifers languish beneath the harsh glare of sodium arc lights. There they are, lined up for inspection and roll call as you stride along wondering at their short and spindly aspect. But we found one that seemed to have potential and took it home.

First things first, wrangle the liberated fir into a stand and move back to ponder it's bizarrely potbellied shape. Then put as many lights on the thing as it'll bear, around a 1000+ for a small tree like this. You may have a different method and that's OK, there's no system

Lights on, get the Angel up and ask yourself why this one from Germany holds a scroll of plainsong notation proclaiming "Agnus Dei qui tollis peccata  mundi." Gloria in excelsis Deo!, surely.

Leaving aside the hint of oddly wry Tuetonic humor, start decorating the tree and if you're me, recall  Christmases past when you've done the very same thing with the very same ornaments stretching back into childhood. 

Nostalgic, but of course some decorations get "old, tired, pathetic and depressing. Look, here's a plastic bag, throw it away." Thus spake Ma LSP, and she's right, what's the point of holding on to some piece of broken rubbish just because you've had it forever?

That in mind, some ornaments are better than others, which goes without saying, and you admire them the most, they inspire and uplift. Then it's done, an Advent miracle, the tree's lit up, the ornaments gleam, glint and sparkle and all's well in a raucously Victorian Christmas tree kind of way.

Well done, mission accomplished, pour yourself a glass of the right stuff. Maybe, for you, that's cocoa, a onesie and a frothing pumpkin latte, maybe it's something more fortifying. Your call.

Cheers and God bless,


Saturday, December 14, 2019


Everyone knows Satan's not happy with the current crop of imbeciles, misfits, malfeasants and malcontents that have risen up to lead his party. Perhaps this will change things. Here's the former First Lady coming clean on Ellen:

I don’t want to hide it anymore. Joanne Rivers put it out there and why should we try to suppress her words when she was only trying to help me.
Look at my shoulders. Look at my hands. Look at my goddamn Adam’s apple! We are people too. You have no idea what it’s like having a bigger p**** than Barry. That’s something he and I, mainly he… struggles with almost every night of the week.

Will Michelle swoop out of literal leftfield and save the floundering, do nothing, leaderless, lying, phony, hypocritical, elite, corrupt Democrats from their existential crisis? Will a literal tranny save them or would it be another, ahem, senior statesperson.

Don't say the Devil rides out,


Virginia Gun Ban Buffoon

Check Out The Blackface Buffoon in The Plaid Slacks

As reported by Virtual Mirage the Old Dominion's famous blackface comedian, Governor Northam is all about confiscating Virginians' deadly assault rifles and firearms with the especially lethal "thumbhole stock." Yes, to say nothing of guns with detachable magazines, flash hiders, muzzle breaks, folding stocks and all the rest.


You can't have those, proposes the utterly not racist Northam who isn't a paid shill of multimillionaire presidential candidate Bloomberg. But not to worry Virginians, the same Governor who delights in appalling plaid trousers, partial birth abortion and blackface will let existing deadly assault rifle owners keep their weapons as long as they register them with the police. 

Pink Shirt Buffoon

Some Virginians, make that a lot, aren't too happy about this and promise to disobey Governor Blackface Abortion's new laws. This includes sheriffs and local government who say they'll become 2nd Amendment "sanctuaries." You know, just like those cities which refuse to obey federal immigration law but for guns, not members of MS 13.

By way of response congressman Donald McEachin (D-VA), who's really black unlike his leader, threatened his culturally inappropriate Governor might have to call in the National Guard to enforce the new gun ban.

Killer Buffoon

Major General Timothy P. Williams, the Adjutant General of Virginia and head of the Dominion's National Guard responded on social media, "We understand and respect the passion people feel for the U.S. Constitution and 2nd Amendment rights. We will not speculate about the possible use of the Virginia National Guard."

OK, don't speculate but we will. You've got another think coming, libs, if you think Virginian soldiers are going to shoot their brothers and sisters for exercising their constitutional right to bear arms. Don't even go there.

Bought And Paid For Buffoon

And as for you, so-called "Northam," you're a risible, two-bit, bought and paid for shill of the globalist New World Order. Yes, weighed in the balance and found wanting. Let's see how your policies play out in the ballot box, much less the fire fight you seem intent on bringing down on your head, baby killing buffoon.

One step closer to balkanization and Civil War? Hope not but surely one more foot over the line into idiocracy. Well done, Democrats.

For CN, Sic Semper Tyrannis,


Friday, December 13, 2019

Land Of Hope And Glory

This inspiring tune's in honour of Brexit and the crushing defeat suffered by the rainbow Left and their billionaire, transnational elite, bankster paymasters.

You'd better deliver, Johnson.


Thursday, December 12, 2019

Vulture Capitalist Scum

Ever wondered why rural America is pretty much a wiped out, dystopian catastrophe? Check out Tucker, who nails it, imo.

And this is for you, leftists. 45's at least saying he's going to sort this out by bringing jobs and industry back to the country, and so improve the lot of everyday citizens. 

Your compelling recipe, on the other hand, is this. Force every school in the land to have transgender toilets and free puberty blockers. And lest we forget, bye-bye statues of General Lee.

That's as risible as it's pathetic. Don't think the nation's fooled.

MAGA 2020,


A Glorious Revolution

Results are coming in  but Boris Johnson's Tories are on track for a massive win in today's General Election, with Comrade Corbyn's Islington socialists and Jo Swinson's Liberal Democrats heading for crushing defeats in the polls.

Labour's "Red Wall" in the North, Wakefield, Grimsby, Workington, Darlington, Redcar, Sedgefield, Scunthorpe and on, all Tory. Lib Dems wiped out, with Swinson herself, the once and not so future Prime Minister losing her seat along with loathesome traitors like Anna Soubry and Chuka Umunna.

What happened? Great Britain looked Marxism, identity politics and the bureaucrats in Brussels in the face and voted no. It voted for sovereignty and the people, call it a second Brexit referendum if you like. More than that, it's a smackdown delivered to the transnational, globalist elite asset-strippers and their useful rainbow idiocracy.

That in mind, tomorrow belongs to BoJo. He'll have a mandate to get the UK out of the clutches of the Beast and he'd better deliver.

Looking forward to that.

Rule Britannia,


Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Yuletide Street Art

Here at the Compound we like to think of ourselves as patrons of the Arts, which is why we're delighted to showcase this new installation, "Yuletide."

"It's like a dream I had, of Detroit," gushed one visitor to the gallery, "That I'm lost somewhere scary with junkies, hookers, winos and burning oil drums."

What a terrifying dream!



Monday, December 9, 2019

IG Report

I don't watch TV, much less the abhorrent, faux conservative Fox but Tucker sure knocks it out of the ball park. 

There's many takeaways from this awesome video, but I enjoy "like endlessly barking dogs" and "in 2019 being a progressive means taking the side of bureaucrats with guns."

Right. Because it's so leftist progressive to back the FBI to the hilt of your tofu smoothie. Leaving aside the remarkable hypocrisy and lies of the Left, it looks like the gloss is coming off our Deep State, Illuminati machinery. Let's see what Durham and Barr have to offer. 

Indictments, please,


Fish Till Your Arms Ache

Today was beautiful in this part of Texas, slightly misty but warm, like an autumnal Spring. Such is Fall in Hill County, season of mists and mellow respite from having to turn on the AC. Pleased by this happy turn in the War on Weather I drove to the dam in search of fish.

Idea being to replicate last week's success against the fluid adversary and get out in the clean air, rod in hand, which is exactly what happened. First cast, up came a baby bass, then perch, followed by baby striper, followed by decent sized drum, followed by young catfish.

OK, the fish weren't as big as the ones I would've caught with a boat, granted, but there were plenty of rod-benders, tug, pull, snap and here we go, battle on. What a lot of fun, to say nothing of the tranquility of the sound of the water coming gently off the dam in the rare moments of peace between strikes.

And on it went 'til I lost count and a fierce wind blew in from Waco, exciting the immature catfish but making it hard to cast. Throw out your line and watch it go horizontal in the gale, type of thing, so I packed up and headed for home.

On the way back over the bridge a vulture dive bombed the rig, like an avian Stuka or feathered Richtofen. No kidding, I thought the thing was going to hit the truck, first time that's ever happened.

In other news, you can read about the looming threat of war between Greece and Turkey here. And while you're at it, consider how good it would be to see Sultan Erdogan sink beneath the waves of the Med in Lepanto 2.0 and Hagia Sophia restored to its glory.

Fish till your arms ache,