Tuesday, July 30, 2019

LSP - All Talk No Action?

So Where's The Action Buddy?

Yeah, so what about the new rig and the lever gun, so-called "LSP," if that's your real name, which we doubt. 

Good question, and right about now the readers of this popular if lighthearted mind blog are wondering if it's all talk and no action. Sure, you talk the talk, "LSP," but where's the walk?

Where's the fishing, the guns, the horses, where's all of that? Where's the country life we don't pay good money to see played out in real time, straight from a rural haven deep in the heart of Texas? Where is it? I'll tell you.

Shaolin Glory Brexit

First off, unexpected evolution with a returning son; there goes the rig and the gun. Secondly, recovering from being kicked off the back of an Arab, who btw self-identifies as a woman, and being tended to by a dog and a recruit. 

Will the leg heal in time to see the kid off to Basic? To find out I hopped and climbed into the rig and drove to Walmart. Guess what? No problem, couldn't have done it a week ago. So there is movement and this, philosophers, signifies life. Which in this instance is made up of small triumphs.

In other news, the European Union's setting up an Army! The world trembles at the dread step of the rainbow phalanx. Who knows, perhaps the enemy'll die laughing.

Advance to contact,


Monday, July 29, 2019

Abductee Says Do Not Contact Evil Aliens

Alien abductee Daryl Sims has issued a dire warning to humanity in an explosive online interview, do not contact aliens because they are malevolent and evil con artists: 

"When people have a positive contact experience, that means you have accepted the program. Some people have died as a result of attempting alien contact while others have been injured. 

  They Come to Help!

"You will experience a feeling of awe and that the aliens are here to help the planet and all these wonderful things – none of which they have ever done."

Sims continued, stating that abductees have been kidnapped by space aliens and regret the experience, they "don't like what happens":


"On the other hand, there is another group called alien abductees, who feel they have been kidnapped or taken without their will. These people often remember parts of the event, sometimes all of it and they don’t like what happens."

 A Typical Grey

Spokespersons for the Episcopal Church, Anglican Church of Canada, the Church of England and Pope Francis declined to comment.

Here at the Compound we urge extreme caution when interacting with extraterrestrials.

Ad Astra,


Sunday, July 28, 2019


One of the problems with Baltimore is that it's a crime-infested, trash-filled, urban hellhole warzone where some 190 people have been killed this year.

Mr. Newman, in his classic '70s pop hit, states "the city's dying and it don't know why." Wrong, Randy. We know full well, NWO Illuminati asset-strippers allied with their useful idiots on the left did it or to put it simply, Black Caucus.

Trump called Elijah Cummings on this the other day and got pasted a racist for daring to criticize the rodent infested rathole that's presided over by a person of color. C'mon, who's fooled. That's not racist, more like realist. So look to your district, Cummings. 

But do you think he's capable? Here's a photo.

Your best friend,


Poor Baby!

I wasn't going to say Mass at Mission #2 two Sundays ago because a Mad Arab threw me off her back, resulting in three massive screws to the upper femur. So I called the MC and asked if he'd sorted out a supply priest. The conversation went like this.

"Hey, d'ye have a supply priest sorted out for Sunday?"
"Why not?"
"I was figuring you'd do it."
"How, I've got three enormous screws in my leg."
"Poor baby!"

This left me with one choice and one only. Get up. Get in the rig. Say the Mass. Good thing the recruit's on hand to drive, and by the way, the MC in question has a history of falling off horses.

Ride on,


Friday, July 26, 2019

Epstein Knew The Clintons

Former President Bill Clinton tells us he didn't know jailed pedophile millionaire Jeffrey Epstein very well. Perhaps that's why he rode the fabled Lolita Express 26 times, and why Epstein was there at the conception of the Clinton Global Initiative.

Chelsea Clinton doesn't know Eppy very well either, which is why Eppy's former  flame and procurement assistant, Ghislaine Maxwell, went to Chelsea's ritzy wedding. The two reportedly became pals on, you guessed it, a yacht. 

But that's all well and good. Eppy's been having a rough time of it since his July 6 arrest for sex trafficking. He's been denied bail, and found crying in a fetal position in his tiny cell with marks on his neck. Anyone might think he'd tried to commit suicide.

After all, he knew the Clintons, but will he survive to trial?

You be the judge,


Thursday, July 25, 2019

Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Life's Not Easy In The Village Of The Damned

Mueller's testimony was supposed to be a special moment of triumph, a death blow to Orange Man Bad. A hearing like no other, leading to Trump's impeachment and indictment for being literally Hitler, a brazen Russian spy. But no, it didn't work out that way.

"Caught off Guard, Mumbling, Bumbling, Stuttering, Confused, Doddering, Nervous — COMPLETELY LOST!"  shouted The Gateway Pundit, "Dazed And Confused," announced Drudge. "Stumbling, bumbling, unclear, dithering," commented Piers Morgan, and on.

In short, the Democrats' star turn was such an epic fail that even the libs had to admit as much. Here's Michael Moore:

What a disaster, the President just keeps on winning. Unlike his NWO, Illuminati, abortionist, open borders, Arkanciding, spirit cooking, comshill, MillSoc opposition. And it wasn't supposed to be that way, Satan promised better things, like a successful coup and mansions all 'round. 

Well hey, whoever said life'd be easy in the Village of the Damned? 



Monday, July 22, 2019

Turn Of The Screw

Turn of the screw, as in Epstein starts giving up Clinton state secrets and Comey sings under that good old Horowitz method? We wish, but no, it was all about driving to Waco to get staples out and x-rays on the hip to make sure everything was Trump Train according to plan.

Apparently it was, "Nothing crazy down there," observed an attractive radiologist before sending me upstairs to the staple shop. I grinned back, she was reassuring, and headed out to the next date with destiny.

A bored staple mechanic asked me to "stand over there," so I hopped over to a naugahyde examining couch and stood there, wondering what to do. "Look, I can't take them out if your shorts are in the way." I sorted that out, she set to with a handy pair of pliers and out they popped.

Then another medical professional swung by and gave me the run down. Nothing crazy down there, just three enormous screws holding my bone together. Start putting weight on the leg, exercise the muscles but listen to your body and sure, you can ride again if you're stupid. Do the screws go away? "No, you've bought them, they're yours."

I liked her for that and cleverly didn't say, "Yes, Ma'am, but aren't they a gift from Baylor to the Church?" And that was that. The Recruit wheeled me out of there and taxied us back to the Compound. 

And no, we didn't stop at Waco's fabled Silos. Why? Because they're overpriced rubbish. On a different and happier theme, the youngster ships out to Benning late August.

And that was troublesome to me, hurry up Army! But it's turned out for the best, as it goes. 

Stand firm against Satan's New World Order,


Sunday, July 21, 2019

Born To Ride

I ended up saying two Masses today from the, ahem, walker and liked it. A week ago that wouldn't have been possible and now it is. So there's hope for us all.

Speaking of hope, perhaps you've noticed that Pedo Epstein's been denied bail; he's languishing in solitary while the Squad's busy making the Democrats look good. D'ye think he'll be trying to cut some kind of deal, and will it involve the Clintons who notoriously enjoyed the hospitality of Orgy Island, to say nothing of hedge funds.

Well, we'll see. In the meanwhile, more children than ever before in history ever have miraculously decided they don't belong to their biological gender, so they're lining up to get sex changes. Leaving aside the parental role in this new wave castration, are we living in the Village of the Damned?

Perhaps we are, in a society driven insane by Satan and the infernal illogic of the Pit. By contrast, be stable and steadfast in the Faith, and be sure that the gates of Hell won't prevail. 

Your Friend,


Thursday, July 18, 2019

To The Moon You Transphobic Racists

Exactly. The epic endeavor to put a man on the moon wasn't only sexist but racist to boot. Here at the Compound we're trying to end this kind of systemic oppression, which is why we're asking:

Why wasn't Wernher von Braun a TRANS WOMAN OF COLOR!?! Answer me that, all you Operation Paperclip TRANSPHOBIC RACISTS.

Good thing we've got the four Horseclowns of the Goofocalypse to put things right, eh?


Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Monday, July 15, 2019

Oh Look, it's ACoC!

Just when you thought ACoC (Anglican Church of Canada) had vanished forever into the icy void of deep space than she reappears, boldly "crossing the rainbow."

Keen-eyed xenologists will note ACoC's new top bishop figure, Linda Nicholls, at the back of the tiny church's procession. 

Take Me To Your Leader

Whether the small and getting smaller off-world denomination will attempt to establish a base on earth or return to the vacuum remains to be seen.

Ad Astra,


Sunday, July 14, 2019


It gets pretty hot in the summer, which is why we need ice to cool things down. But some people don't like ice, they think ice is fascist and literally Hitler.

Goof-off Got Himself Iced

So they fly flags against the ice. Others hate ice so much they throw bombs at it and get shot, not that you'd know it much from our honest-as-the-day's-long media.

Epstein No Longer On Ice

Seriously, since when did it become Nazi for a country to have a border? Since someone decided a massive influx of cheap labor into the US would boost the corporate bottom line and, by the way, make for some handy votes. 

For example, how many seats in the electoral college would California lose if it lost all its illegals? Good question.

No Comment

In other exciting news, our old friend Pedo Epstein's found himself back in jail again. And we have to ask, is this just the tip of the iceberg?



Friday, July 12, 2019

Man-Made Climate Change Doesn't Exist

Startled boffins in Finland and Japan were shocked to discover that man-made climate change, aka anthropogenic global warming doesn't exist.

In a bombshell report, the weather experts found that the human contribution to the last century's 0.1% rise in temperature amounts to a negligible 0.01%. Via ZeroHedge:


During the last hundred years the temperature increased about 0.1°C because of carbon dioxide. The human contribution was about 0.01°C”, the Finnish researchers bluntly state in one among a series of papers.

Climate scientists in Kobe, Japan, agree and pin the blame on low clouds brought about by cosmic rays, producing an "umbrella effect."

High-Energy Particles

New evidence suggests that high-energy particles from space known as galactic cosmic rays affect the Earth's climate by increasing cloud cover, causing an 'umbrella effect.'

High energy particles from space clouding everything up. Perhaps the effect's not limited to the weather?

The Cosmic Ray

Here at the Compound we look forward to a new Cosmic Ray Tax (CRT) to fund our brave new borderless rainbow utopia. All those immigrant votes don't come cheap, you know.

Your Friend,


Wednesday, July 10, 2019

The Rise And Fall Of LSP Pt. II - The Drugs

One minute you're riding high and the next, sunk into the depths of misery and another statistic in this nation's burgeoning opiate crisis.

There I was, strapped into a gurney on the way to Hillcrest, Waco, after a hard fall from a Mad Arab. "75 Fentanyl," said the EMS specialist as he administered the serum into a handy IV. "Might be a bumpy ride, stay with it." Which is what I did, all the way to Hillcrest ER.

Boom, outta the gurney and into a bed in Emergency. Smooth operation, they just lifted the sheet and put me on a new bed, no need to scoot over, "Well done!" The nurses liked that and laughed, "At least you're not some overweight thug."

Next thing you know it's endless corridors, elevators, more corridors and then a room on the 5th floor, where a nurse asks "how's your pain on a scale of 1-10?" A pause, "I'd give it a sturdy 4.5." Right answer, in goes some Morphine to top off the Fentanyl.

This went on till around 2.30 am and with it the news that I'd be operated on sometime that morning. Sure enough I was.  Lying there under the lights, the surgeon gave me a choice, "You can have a General, that's what most old people do and it works. Or you can have an Epidural which'll cut out feeling from the waist down. I know, you're thinking, 'that's gonna hurt!' No it won't, because we'll give you an IV sedative so you won't even feel the needle going in."

I opted for the second path and overheard the surgeon and a nurse discussing the IV, "Yeah, Morphine, Fentanyl and some Ketamine." The IV started to kick in, the needle did its work and that was that, oblivion.

Some time later I came to, feeling good, then remembered where I was and it was time for more corridors, elevators and back to the room. Pan to scenes of "how's your pain on a scale of 1-10?", Oxycontin and Morphine at various intervals and... by Sunday everything was getting a bit hazy.

Go figure. Then Monday came 'round and it was time to go after a couple of quick and painful (8/10) physio sessions.

I was fully expecting to be prescribed a week or two's worth of Oxy and a place in the opioid epidemic, but no. I got Aspirin. Good work, sensible medicos, and I tell you, they're a good crew at Hillcrest if you've come off a horse and need a bone pinned back together. And now?

Back at the Compound on bed rest while the bone heals, and scooting about on a walker. Like an ILLUMINATI MASTER.

So there you have it. Pride, my friends, comes before a fall.

Don't do drugs,


Tuesday, July 9, 2019

The Rise And Fall Of LSP Pt. I - The Horses

It seemed like a good idea to go riding on Friday, so that's what we did. Drove over to Waco, saddled up a couple of half-wild Arabs and went out in the round pen for a warm up.  There you have it, the rise of LSP.

All went well, so we went out in the pasture and stepped it up a bit. Fine, except that the horses weren't used to doing anything outside of a walk/trot in the round pen.

Looks Normal is Crazy

Well I didn't care and urged the uncollected, nervous, rebellious Arab forward and, when she started tossing her head and trying to get back to the barn, I turned her in a tight circle away from temptation. She hated that and went full retard horse spastic at the top of the circle and popped me off. Sic transit, the fall of LSP.

I hit the ground on my hip like a bergan full of wet charcoal landing on concrete, then got up and took stock. Could I walk? No, the old left leg was as mutinous as the horse herself. So I stood there, catching my breath.

Good Arab

The Recruit caught up soon enough, led his better behaved beast back to the barn and brought the truck around with BE. They levered me into the cab and drove to the nearest walk-in ER, which took an X Ray.

Oh dear, the upper femur was fractured below the ball joint joining the bone to the pelvis, a nasty injury, especially if an unstable bone slices through an artery and you bleed out. That hadn't happened, thank God.

Recruit Wearing a Helmet Riding an Arab

Next thing you know a busted up horseman's in an ambulance heading towards Waco central and surgery.

Moral? Never Trust An Arab or You Don't Bounce Like You Used To.

To be continued...


Thursday, July 4, 2019

Happy Independence Day!

We had a parade today.

There were Revolutionary War veterans.

Happy families, because everyone loves a parade, unless they're demonically insane leftists.

And plenty of cops.

This ATV was proud to be an American.

And the Seniors Club enjoyed riding in their custom rig.

There weren't any armored vehicles but the town mustered a small contingent of cavalry. More horses on the street, please.

And the church handed out water and popsicles and everyone had a good time.

I love our parade. It's not too big but neither is the town, and there it is, good-natured, decent, patriotic family spirit on display to mark Independence. There's an innocence and a greatness to that.

Have a beautiful 4th and as always, Sic Semper Tyrannis.