Friday, September 20, 2019

All The News That's Fit To Print

What a blizzard of news. Where to begin? Let's start with a superstar celebrity actor who identifies as female, millionaire socialist Megan Fox.

She's dismayed that her son's being bullied at school, which is why she persists in sending him there dressed as a girl. Smart or what, Megan, but that's not all. Canada's Premiere has been exposed as a serial blackfacer. 

Will Justin "Minstrel" Trudeau be dethroned from the Great White North's rainbow dais only to become Governor of Virginia? Time will tell.

Further afield, the US Navy, in a rare moment of candor, has admitted that three videos of UAPs (Unexplained Aerial Phenomenon) are real. Like no joke, here are these craft the Navy can't explain performing gymnastics in front of fighter pilots, and it's real. 

So where are they from? Good question, as is this. Will the comet that's approaching our solar system slow down when it gets here? If it does we might be glad of a powerful Space Force.

All this to say nothing of millions of children being taken out of school across the globe to have breakdowns about The Weather. Some call it child abuse, others wonder why the organizers love abortion, just think of the children. But here at the Compound we wonder how many weather strikers are boys, miserably forced to wear frocks by their witch mothers.

But not to worry, Biden's interests in the Ukraine are safe as leaking houses, the Wall's being built, and there's a rumor of rain in Texas.

Please, God, let this last thing be true.

Your Old Friend,


Wednesday, September 18, 2019

In The Ghetto

This one's for fellow blogger, patriot, journalist and art philospopher, Jules. Sometimes you find yourself in the ghetto. Whaddya do? Climb into the rig and play Elvis' soulful tune at VOLUME as you drive up and down the street, while local PD takes down dealers and confiscates Range Rovers.

Behold Our Urban Shitholes

Speaking of which, a girl once said to me, "I wrote an essay on the ghetto," she was a TA at SMU. After she'd gone a friend commented, "I thought you'd sh*t and go blind." 



Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Because Awesome

Lemmy told me to f*ck off, once.

That is all.


Black Rifle Beto Blow Out!

Do you remember Millionaire Socialist Irish Bob "Beto" telling America that he'd confiscate your deadly assault rifles when he gets to be President? 

Gun shop owners across the nation certainly did, and weren't slow to offer cut-price Beto blowouts on AR 15s and AK 47s. 

Thanks to Beto's marketing genius, guns are flying off the shelves as semi-auto, gas-gun mania grips the hearts, minds and pocketbooks of freedom loving Americans everywhere. And who can blame them?

Why spend more on one of these modular, adaptable, handy, easy to shoulder, these days accurate, annoying to clean but fun to shoot liberty rifles than you have to? And that's where the famous Beto discount kicks in. 

Thanks to Irish Bob we can all add to our existing armories at hundreds off the regular price, allowing the smart shooter to invest in more ammunition and further firearms. Useful when the SHTF, right? So well done, Irish Bob, you've done us all a favor.

But seriously, why is it that pretty much everything the Libleft proposes or enacts produces the exact opposite of its stated effect? It's like some kind of axiom.

Gun rights,


Monday, September 16, 2019

Cheer Up It's Monday!

Do you remember Bob Geldof, the famous Boomtown Rat? He didn't like Mondays at all, wanted to shoot the whole day down. But how can you not like Mondays when we have a Space Force?

And great street art.

Morale still need boosting? 

Then look at this, yes, America's popular and glamorous First Lady. Here she is with the Queen, helping us all to turn that frown upside down.

Thank you, Melania, for doing your part to make America great again.



Sunday, September 15, 2019

Battle of Britain Interlude

"What was it like?" I asked a man who had lived through the Battle of Britain. I was  maybe nine at the time and my ancient friend, he must've been in his fifties, didn't reply. 

A woman serving tea at London's Imperial War Museum answered for him, "They always want to know," before striding imperiously  into the cockney ether.

Respect to the men who turned the Luftwaffe and prayers for those who gave their lives.

God bless,


Saturday, September 14, 2019

Exaltation of the Holy Cross

Today's the Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross. Here's the Gospel for the day, via the Anglican Missal:

St. John 12. 31. 
At that time: Jesus said unto the multitudes of the Jews: Now is the judgment of this world: now shall the prince of this world be cast out. And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men unto me. (This he said, signifying what death he should die.) The people answered him: We have heard out of the law that Christ abideth for ever: and how sayest thou: The Son of man must be lifted up? Who is this Son of man? Then Jesus said unto them: Yet a little while is the light with you. Walk while ye have the light, lest darkness come upon you: for he that walketh in darkness knoweth not whither he goeth. While ye have light, believe in the light, that ye may be the children of light.

Believe in the light, that ye may be children of light. Amen to that, in these dark and murderous times. Here's the Collect:

GOD, who as on this day dost gladden us with the yearly festival of the Exaltation of thy Holy Cross: grant, we beseech thee, that we which on earth have known the mystery of the redemption which thou hast wrought for us, may be found worthy to receive the rewards thereof in heaven. Who livest...

You may recall that the True Cross was carried into action at the disastrous battle of the Horns of Hattin, which saw the Outremer army utterly defeated by Saladin. The Cross was captured by the Moslem general, who took Jerusalem shortly after. A Golgotha? Perhaps, and I'd argue the Middle East, to say nothing of the West, is still paying the price.

Regardless, St. Francis attempted to convert Saladin. He failed, but so impressed the Mohammedan that he returned the Cross to the saint.

Pax Tibi, Per Crucem,


Friday, September 13, 2019

Cooking With LSP - Striper

Yeah, 'cooking with LSP.' Some kind of joke? On the contrary, here's how it's done. Today's the Feast of St. John Chrysostom but it's also a Friday, which means you can't eat meat. Problem. Solution? Cook up some fish, obviously. Watch my tracer.


First step, catch the fish. Get in a boat and surge out into the lake, then put your rod over the side and haul in amazing Striper. Keep doing that till you've caught your limit and head back to shore, job well done. Watch in amazement as the guide cleans the fish in a fraction of the time it'd take you to do. 


Second step, cook the fish. How? Here's one method and it's as easy as the DNC blocking Tulsi Gabbard. Wash a monster Striper filet in the sink, pat it dry, salt the fish, and congratulate yourself on sticking to mission while you have a glass of the right stuff. 

Shoot the Fish?

Maybe that's water, maybe it's not, your call. Whatever, don't waste time, cut the filet in half with a sharp knife, sharp as a clean Brexit from the EU.

Pan Sear

Well done, you've gone far, but there's still a way to go. Put some olive oil and butter in a frying pan and heat it up, medium high. As the oil begins to smoke like an Inspector General's report ready to go critical, add the fish to the pan. Listen in wonder as it sizzles.

Not Perfect But Tasty As You Like

Fry for about four minutes a side depending on the thickness of the filet, your goal is a crispy, golden brown exterior and firm, succulent, flaky interior. That achieved or approximated to, crack some pepper over the fish and serve with lemon and some kind of vegetable. Don't say Beto.

Third step. Fall on your scoff like a warrior.

Fish on,


Thursday, September 12, 2019

The War On Terror - 18 Years Out

After the 9/11 atrocity I was as keen as anyone else to hit the enemy back, and hit hard. You can't fly planes into the WTC and the Pentagon with impunity, Muslims. And so began the War on Terror, a war in which the enemy was never identified, only a tactic, a war which has proved inconclusive at best, a heinous waste of life at worst.

18 years after December 7th, 1941 was 1959. Japan and Germany had largely been rebuilt. The threat they had represented was relegated to history books and movies. The United States had made the decision to eliminate those threats, converted to a war footing, won decisively, and returned to a peacetime economy that was the envy of the world.
18 years after September 11, 2001 is 2019.
We never identified the enemy. We never declared war. We called it a war. The War on Terror. A complete failure to identify the enemy and an undeclared war on a tactic. Invaded two countries inconclusively. Then we decided to start rebuilding before we had won.
As a result, we have incurred 7,000 combat related U.S. military deaths, 54,000 injuries of which approximately 1,700 involved amputations, and there are 6,000 veteran suicides a year, every year.
In the process we have already spent 6 Trillion dollars. We did not tax or sell war bonds for this. It is all done with borrowing and deficits.
We used up the life of our ships, aircraft, vehicles, and weapons systems. We would be currently unable to effectively respond to another war. Our active obligations drive an ops tempo that do not allow for proper maintenance of equipment and push personnel into a continuous cycle of deployments.
We set in motion a surveillance apparatus that continues to grow, watching every move, call, text, click that we make.
We turned air travel into a Kafkaesque system where everyone, from 80 year old nuns to infants are suspects. It's all theater, but it's unpleasant, unconstitutional theater. And we spent a 100 Billion dollars just on that.
We have lost and are continuing to lose. We're negotiating with the Taliban. We don't control Afghanistan. We don't control Iraq. We are not safer than we were in 2001. We don't have any idea who is coming across our southern border. We don't know that the next attack won't be worse. We're far less free than we were.
If Osama Bin Laden wanted to make us bleed, both physically and economically, he won.

I'd say Borepatch has a point, and I'm pleased we have a president who seems reluctant to commit to more war, not least because I have a son in the game. And, if we're going to fight, let's identify the enemy and do it to win. I'll wager the Jihad, to say nothing of Saudi Arabia and its puppets inside the Beltway, wouldn't last long.

In the meanwhile, those responsible for the deaths should be held accountable. I know, good luck with that.

God bless,


Wednesday, September 11, 2019


Finally got a letter from the kid, who's cleverly found himself part of an Armored Brigade at Fort Benning. Such is Basic Training, and stick with it Kid.

He writes, "Zero Week was lame as hell, all we did was hang around and get uniforms. Now all we do is work out and stay tired."

You know what they say, train hard, think positive, fight easy. 

Go Panthers,


Never Forget

For admirably restrained commentary, see LL at Virtual Mirage. In the meanwhile, here's a prayer:

We pray for those who lost their lives on 9/11, for all who mourn, and all who so bravely risked their lives to save others. Lord teach us to be instruments of peace in a world that needs his love and healing. Amen.

God bless,


Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Are We At Planned Parenthood Peak Demonic?

I try to keep this shallow light-hearted mind blog amusing in a snarky kebob stand corner of the internet kind of way, but this is serious, deadly serious. Planned Parenthood has been selling organs harvested from still living aborted babies to biotech firms, who then sell them to laboratories and wherever else. 

Grasp this fact, and it is a fact, get hold of it in your mind, reflect on it. Living babies, whose hearts beat and brains function, are being cut up and sold, it's not even under dispute. We know this because David Daleiden was brave enough to expose the heinousness and found himself sued by the killers. Lifesitnews reports:

SAN FRANCISCO, September 6, 2019 (LifeSiteNews) — The CEO of StemExpress essentially admitted in court Thursday that her biotech company supplies beating fetal hearts and intact fetal heads to medical researchers.
She also admitted at the preliminary hearing of David Daleiden and Sandra Merritt of the Center for Medical Progress that the baby’s head could be procured attached to the baby’s body or “could be torn away.”

You can read the whole thing here and you pretty much won't read it anywhere else, because reporting on corporations trafficking in the organs of living babies obviously isn't newsworthy at this point in time. Which begs the question, what have we become?

The Spaniards recoiled in horror at the sight of human sacrifice offered up in the Valley of Mexico, they were Christians, however flawed. We ignore it, more than that, we prosecute the people who expose it.

If our culture hasn't reached peak demonic it's right about there, and ask yourself, at what point will the scales of divine justice tilt against us beyond repair? Be sure there will be a reckoning.

Stand up and defeat this evil, lives depend on it.


Monday, September 9, 2019

The Search For Extraterrestrial Intelligence

As reported by Virtual Mirage, the Search For Extraterrestrial Intelligence (SETI) has so far drawn a blank, disappointing xenologists and alien enthusiasts everywhere. But this may be about to change, thanks to a startling discovery by Chinese astronomers.

Baffled Chinese boffins have detected mysterious signals from a source 3 billion light years from earth. Known as Fast Radio Bursts (FRB), the enigmatic signals were picked up on the Celestial Kingdom's giant  Five-hundred-meter Aperture Spherical Radio Telescope (FAST). 


However,  the signals so far remain unintelligible although one star gazer has wondered if FRBs are "deliberate wails" from space alien societies.


"Are these some new cosmic phenomenon, an odd habit of nature that we never knew? Or could they be the deliberate wails of societies howling from the farthest corners of space?" questioned Senior Astronomer Seth Shostak.

An odd habit of nature, so much white noise from the icy void of deep space, or howling signals from an alien race?

You be the judge,


Sunday, September 8, 2019

Conquest of Mexico

One of the things I do to relax is read Prescott's classic Conquest of Mexico, which describes the career of Hernan Cortes. It's an enchanted story of valor, cruelty, heroism, barbarism and greed, set against the backdrop of the fading light of chivalry and the pagan ferocity of the Aztecs.

Here's an excerpt:

It was late in the afternoon when he reached them; but the sun was still lingering above the western hills, and poured his beams wide over the valley, lighting up the old towers and temples of Tenochtitlan with a mellow radiance that little harmonised with the dark scenes of strife in which the city had so lately been involved. The tranquillity of the hour, however, was on a sudden broken by the strange sounds of the great drum in the temple of the war-god... and the soldiers, startled by the mournful vibrations, which might be heard for leagues across the valley, turned their eyes to the quarter whence they proceeded. They there beheld a long procession winding up the huge sides of the pyramid; for the camp of Alvarado was pitched scarcely a mile from the city, and objects are distinctly visible, at a great distance, in the transparent atmosphere of the tableland.

It continues:

As the long file of priests and warriors reached the flat summit of the teocalli, the Spaniards saw the figures of several men stripped to their waists, some of whom, by the whiteness of their skins, they recognised as their own countrymen. They were the victims for sacrifice. Their heads were gaudily decorated with coronals of plumes, and they carried fans in their hands. They were urged along by blows, and compelled to take part in the dances in honour of the Aztec war-god. The unfortunate captives, then stripped of their sad finery, were stretched one after another on the great stone of sacrifice. On its convex surface, their breasts were heaved up conveniently for the diabolical purpose of the priestly executioner, who cut asunder the ribs by a strong blow with his sharp razor of itztli, and thrusting his hand into the wound, tore away the heart, which, hot and reeking, was deposited on the golden censer before the idol. The body of the slaughtered victim was then hurled down the steep stairs of the pyramid, which, it may be remembered, were placed at the same angle of the pile, one flight below another; and the mutilated remains were gathered up by the savages beneath, who soon prepared with them the cannibal repast which completed the work of abomination!

Of course the Aztecs weren't alone in savagery, the Spaniards and their allies played the part too. But consider this, the Aztecs wouldn't have fallen as they did if the people they'd enslaved, sacrificed and eaten hadn't risen up against them and sided with Spain.

Consider this, too. Archeologists digging up the center of today's Mexico City have discovered a skull wall. Yes, a wall on which human skulls were threaded like beads on an abacus. Cortez and his Spaniards may have been justified in thinking their enemy possessed by demons.

Here endeth the Lesson,


Saturday, September 7, 2019

Saturday Round Up

What a week it's been. An attempted coup across the water by the Traitor Parliament, who've done all in their power to stop Brexit and the will of the British people, in the name of democracy, bizarrely. Well it's not over 'til it's over, so sit back and watch the fireworks. 

Then there's the UK schoolgirls who had the sheer, brazen, hate-filled temerity to turn up at their school wearing skirts, forcing their teachers to call the police. How dare they stand against the sexless gender neutrality of the Hive? Good luck in the thought crime gulag, "girls." 

Closer to home, Epstein's been buried in an unmarked grave, President Trump's about to get impeached, again, and's cleverly trolling the airwaves selling Sharpies. And black unemployment's at its lowest rate ever in ever, because he's such a racist. But what about 45's DNC contenders?

They're cooking with gas, ahem, solar power, and swear they'll ban fossil fuel, which is especially smart. To say nothing of trying to ban the electoral college, get rid of the border, kill babies up to the point of birth and beyond, and confiscate all your guns. Quite the platform. And Joe Biden's eye filled up with blood, spooky satan or what?

Looking further afield, Zimbabwe's billionaire Communist dictator Robert Mugabe has finally died. He destroyed a once prosperous and civilised country in the name of revolutionary freedom and made himself incredibly rich in the process. Harambe weeps. 

On a personal note, the medicos in Waco say I'll be walking normally some time in October, yes please, and the Cadet's at the end of his first week of "Red Phase." Go Army.




Wednesday, September 4, 2019

Gun Confiscation

Everyone's on the Left's howling for gun confiscation, again, and that's because some crazy shot up Odessa, Texas. Walmart's even announced it won't be selling pistol and "assault rifle ammunition" at its stores. I won't comment, but check out Tucker. I'd say he's right in the X Ring.

Disclaimer. I don't watch Fox or any other network, why pay for propaganda to be piped directly into your home to make you a better serf? Still, I'd say Carlson's value on this. Your call.

Gun rights,


Tuesday, September 3, 2019

The Gender Construct

In the bad old days of biological fascism people were indoctrinated into thinking their gender was a given, something dictated by the body they were born with. "Two XX chromosomes?" said the gender Nazis, "You're a woman!" So intolerant, now we know biology and gender are two very different things. 

Yes, you may well be born with the body of a woman or a man, such are the sexes, but don't let this trample like some kind of jack-booted Brownshirt all over your identity. That's something for you to decide, because gender's fluid and flexible.

That's right, a construct, a complex matrix of societal, mental and emotional forces which play together to create you, the gendered self. Biology may say one thing, but who you are is entirely up to you. At last we've found liberation in the transhumanist phase of the liberal project, a true triumph of the will.

Leaving aside uncomfortable NSDAP irony, and with apologies to Leni, here at the Compound we have to ask. If gender's a construct, divorced from the tyranny of the body, why is it that transsexuals spend so much money getting their body changed. Seriously, if biology and gender are unrelated, why spend all that cash to mess with your body? 

Why? Because everyone knows in reality that gender's determined by flesh and blood. Per GaGa, you were born that way, and we get it despite all the agitprop. It's not difficult, in fact it's readily apparent to the senses. Look, there's a woman, there's a man and... then there's that, some kind of hybrid. You can see it.

So, the unfortunate woman that wants to be a man or the sad man that wants to be a woman invests heavily in chemicals and scalpel to make it appear so. And what an appearance it mostly is, blasphemous Frankenstein parodies of the two sexes.

But my question is this. Why are we allowing our children to be abused by this self-evidently dysfunctional, sorry, dysphoric, illness? OK, perhaps that's too mild, let's call it as it is, Satanic degeneracy. 

As you doubtless know, Arlington schools have gone full trans. Far-sighted readers will remember Hungary threw the Bolshevik demons off their backs in reaction to Dukacs' program of sex-ed in schools.

Peace and Love,


Monday, September 2, 2019

Happy Labor Day Comrades

The Compound

You stand to at first light, waiting for cadres of fanatical Frankfort School revolutionaries to infiltrate the compound's perimeter in the predawn mist. Such is Labor Day in these dark and troubled times. But guess what, we got a pass. 

The trip flares didn't go off, none of the Claymores exploded, no one had to throw a grenade, there weren't any shadowy figures being deadly in the hedge, and all was good. Huge sigh of relief. Now what?

Texas Dawn

Drive to the 'Spawl or stay in the bucolic bliss of this unreconstructed Texan farming community? Easy call, stay, and what a good choice. Everyone here's happy, smiling, laughing, helping each other out, full of the joy of the day. 

Perhaps they're elated that Labor Day 2019 didn't usher in a demented, satanic Bolshevik revolution. Then again, maybe they're simply happy at the prospect of good times with family and friends, free of the Communist menace.

A Typical Texan Vista

Who knows and I'm not complaining. So fire up the grill, have the best time with your people, and enjoy a great Labor Day. You know what they say, workers of the world unite.

Your Friend,


Sunday, September 1, 2019


America's long awaited Space Force got one step closer with the establishment of Space Command (SPACECOM), announced by President Trump in the Rose Garden last week.

"It's a big deal," said Trump, "As the newest combatant command, SPACECOM will defend America's vital interests in space — the next warfighting domain. And I think that's pretty obvious to everybody. It's all about space."

Yes, all about space. Not least if you're the world's first space criminal, lesbian astronaut Anne McClain who got into her estranged wife's bank account from high orbit earlier this year. "I was shocked and appalled by the audacity," stated McClain's former wife figure, Summer Wolden.

Will the advent of SPACECOM put an end to this skulduggery and all too predictable malfeasance in the icy vacuum? We can but hope.

Ad Astra,