The Face Of Evil?

 

This is Ghislaine Maxwell or "Ghizzy." We all know who she is and where she is now, in a hellhole jail. Her crime was allegedly acting as a kind of pedo pimp for Jeffrey Epstein. What was the remarkably wealthy Epstein doing?

Entertaining world leaders in his New York mansion and private island where nubile teens were passed around like so many party favors. Ghizzy recruited the youngsters and, it's claimed, enjoyed them along with the likes of Bill Clinton, Prince Andrew, Epstein himself and others. 

A veritable fantasy island of erotic delight for people in the >M$ Club. Some speculate it was a blackmail honey trap, and perhaps they're right.

Regardless, others suggest this photo of Ghislaine says demonic possession. If so, I hope she's delivered from that. And as an aside, let's see the people who used her brought to justice. Good luck with that, eh? And don't forget, judge not lest ye be judged. 

Your Pal,

LSP

Enter The Mountebank

 

Did you watch Joe Biden's SOTU address last night? No? Don't worry, neither did anyone else much, which is weird given he's the most popular president in history. 

You'd think that the amazing figure of 81 million votes would be reflected in Joe's viewing stats, but no. They're not. A cynic might say the whole thing's a phony, faked-up, fraudulent sham.

A bit like "Trump's a Russian spy!" But regardless, Joe, popularly known as "The Corpse," got up on stage and told the world that the DC protests on January 6 were the worst assault on our democracy since the Civil War. Wow, far worse than Pearl Harbor and crazed Jihadists flying jets into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon.

What a wicked old fraud. You'd almost think multi-millionaire Joe was a mountebank cipher shill for the military industrial complex, global international banking, transnational corporate lobbyists and big pharma. But no, he's not in it for personal gain because he's a rainbow socialist.

Thank God for that. Jobs, opportunity, education can all go to Hell and the place you live in become a dying, dystopian slum, but at least you've got transgender toilets.

For the love of God,

LSP

Midweek Message

Jesus said to his disciples, “If you love me, you will keep my commandments." (John 14:15) St. Clement of Rome expounds:

He who has love in Christ must observe the commandments of Christ. The binding power of the love of God - who is able to set it forth? The radiance of His beauty - who can voice it to satisfaction? The sublimity to which love leads up is unutterable. Love unites us with God, love covers a multitude of sins; love endures everything, is long-suffering to the last; there is nothing vulgar, nothing conceited, in love; love creates no schism; love does not quarrel; love preserves perfect harmony. In love all the elect of God reached perfection, apart from love nothing is pleasing to God. In love the Master took us to Himself. Because of the love which He felt for us, Jesus Christ Our Lord gave His Blood for us by the will of God, His Body for our bodies, and His soul for our souls. St. Clement of Rome, Epistle to the Corinthians

And from the 19th century Russian saint, John of Kronstadt:

In order not to be in daily bondage to the passions and the devil, you must set yourself an object to aim at, have this object constantly in view, and endeavor to attain it, conquering all obstacles by the name of the Lord. What is this object? The Kingdom of God, the Divine palace of glory, prepared for believers from the creation of the world. But as this object can only be attained by certain means, it also is necessary to have such means at one's disposal. And what are these means? Faith, hope, and love, especially the last. Believe, hope, and love, especially love, disregarding all obstacles; love God above everything and your neighbor as yourself. If you have not sufficient strength to preserve in your heart these inestimable treasures, fall down more often at the feet of the God of Love. Ask, and it shall be given you; seek and ye shall find; knock and it shall be opened unto you," for He Who has promised is true. Walking, sitting, lying down, conversing, or working, at every time, pray with your whole heart that faith and love may be given to you. You have not yet asked for them as you should ask - fervently and instantly - with the firm purpose of obtaining them. Say now, "I will begin to do so henceforth. St. John of Kronstadt - My Life in Christ

Walking, sitting, lying down, conversing, or working, at every time, pray with your whole heart that faith and love may be given to you. 

Therein lies glory,

LSP

Mrs. White is Always Guilty

 

No comment,

LSP

Spirit of the Age

 

Your father refused to sign the form to freeze you? Oops. Win some, lose some. Space rock forever.

Cheers,

LSP

Chatham Artillery

 

Have you heard of the Chatham Artillery? I hadn't, until 4Branch sent this:

The Chatham Light Artillery was organized in 1756 in Savannah, Georgia for service against the French and Indians and/or the odd Pirate.  The unit saw service here and there, and was involved in the American Revolution on the Rebel side.  Their service was so

prominent that Gen Washington and Lafayette awarded them the two brass field pieces, taken at Yorktown, now known as the 'Lafayette Guns'.

 CLA saw service in 1812, 1846, and 1861-65 with the Confederate Army.  The Lafayette guns were buried during the Yankee occupation of Savannah, to be resurrected along with the Battery when the tyrant's boot was lifted from the Southern neck.

They did duty in SpanAm war, and WWI, WWII and sundry mobilizations since, under various federal names concluding with

118th Field Artillery Brigade, now reorganized and reduced to a Battalion.  I am no longer current with the status of the unit or the guns.  In today's atmosphere, no doubt they're hidden away in some barn, to await a happy homecoming at some future date

The Lafayette guns were normally held on display in the square of that name in Savannah, and being paraded - and fired, on occasions of state.  The guns and trappings were maintained by the newest Cornets and Privates of the Regiment, supervised by the Sergeant Major.  Eventually the firing was stopped due to age and wear on the old tubes.

Respect to the 118th.

Nescit Cedere,

LSP

Behold The Awesome

Here at the Compound we're struck for words. Awesome, genius? Yes, but that's not even half the value of this remarkably powerful video parable.

Thanks, Dr. Swankenstein, for sending it in. I hope you, the viewer, enjoy it as much as we do.

Happy Feast of St. Mark,

LSP

Lambo!

 

One of the things we're concerned about in the alt coin community is that there's going to be a serious shortage of Lambos when everyone's favorite Shiba gets to the Moon. That in mind, which Lambo would you choose, provided of course that there's still some left. Here at the Compound we're with Kid and opt for the Miura.

Named after a fighting bull, the Miura was produced between 1966 and 1973, and set new standards in sports car performance, being at the time the fastest production car in the world. Here's Lamborghini:

Very few cars managed to change the automobile world like the Miura. With its central V12 engine and fascinating body, the two-seater of the iconic car manufacturer redefined the concept of a sports car.

 

Fascinating body? That and then some, but don't let feline good looks and flowing lines fool you, this seductive car's bull of a power plant produced 0 to 100 km/h in 6.7 seconds. More than enough to catch SMERSH and SPECTRE agents on Lago di Como.

400 of these iconic Lambos are believed to exist. The People's Currency is fighting tooth and paw to break out and run above .270. From there?

Ad Lunam,

LSP

Good Shepherd Sunday Sermon

 

I am the good shepherd says Jesus, who lays down his life for his flock in contrast to the hirelings who run from the wolf who scatters and devours the sheep. That in mind, consider the gang of rapacious frauds, hucksters and mountebanks who lead us. Hirelings, in it for themselves as opposed to the people they supposedly represent. Who pays them?

We can get down in the weeds, zoom in and go microscopic on the various pay to plays which fund our betters' mansions, and what a stenching mass of corruption it is. But zoom out and ask who really pays these people, who do they really work for, consciously or otherwise. Well, it's not God, is it.

Yea, though I walk through the valley and shadow of death I will fear no evil. Pray for the grace to follow the true Shepherd and Bishop of our souls who leads us, yes, to the Cross but from there to the Resurrection and eternal life, to the green pastures and still waters of paradise. 

Here endeth the lesson, and behold, I haven't mentioned sheeple or mask zombies once.

God bless,

LSP

++++

"The Shepherd whose voice we listen for always wants to draw us to him, to make us more fully his own. For the sheep, discerning the voice of the shepherd is a matter of life and death: get it wrong, and you find yourself responding to the hired hand, or the thief, or the butcher. For us, too, discerning the voice of the shepherd is a matter of life and death: to hear and respond to his voice is to live into the abundant life he promises. To ignore it shuts us off from the life and love for which we are made. ‘My sheep hear my voice’, says Jesus. ‘I know them, and they follow me’. The sheep follow because they are known; because the shepherd is trustworthy. For even when we get it wrong: when we listen to the wrong voices, or fail to discern the voice of the shepherd, he will come and find us and call us home. For nothing can snatch us out of his hands." (Br. Dominic Austin, Oratory of the Good Shepherd)

God of peace, you raised from the dead our Lord Jesus Christ, the great shepherd of the sheep by the blood of the eternal covenant. Help us to know him as our Lord, to listen to his voice, and to follow him wherever he leads; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Gambler

 

So, 'LSP,' you're gambling on magic internet meme tokens being worth more than USD$? Yes, I am. Some might call that a good call, others wouldn't. Here's Tombstone, yet again:

Bets on, and at the time of writing DOGE$ is surging past its retracement from all time highs earlier this week. 

C'mon, Pup, the Lambo won't fund itself!

Cheers,

LSP

Knifey!

 

Black Lives Matter co-founder and self-proclaimed "trained Marxist" Patrisse Cullors just bought herself another mansion, on top of the four homes she's bought in five years. This one's in toney Topanga Canyon where 88% of the residents are white. 

Cullors states: “The way that I live my life is in direct support to Black people, including my Black family members, first and foremost. And, for so many Black folks who are able to invest in themselves and their community, they choose to invest in their families, and that’s what I have chosen to do. I have a child, I have a brother with severe mental illness that I take care of, I support my mother, and I support many other family members of mine. And so I see my money as not my own, I see it as my family’s money as well."

Your family's money? Yes indeed. Don't say fraudulent, leftist, necromancer hypocrite. No, just ask yourself how all the many millions of dollars plowed into the race baiting advocacy group have benefited one single POC, apart from Cullors and her family, obviously.

What a rich witch,

LSP

Faeries

What a bunch of faeries!

Your Pal,

LSP

Spot The Odd One Out

 

Can you spot the odd one out in this world leader video call on climate change?

Cheers,

LSP

A Miracle

 

Found at Walmart this morning, normal price. I'm celebrating this miracle with a bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich. No fooling.

Shoot straight,

LSP

Stabba!

 

Ma'Khia got herself shot because she was a "very loving, peaceful little girl," until she tried to stab another girl. And that's just it, she probably was a loving little girl, with all that that entails, until something went wrong, drastically wrong. Then she became a stabba.

The problem here runs deep. Force, in the end, will solve it because we've apparently run out of reason. In the meanwhile, here's my kid from the Army in South Korea, "Dad, could your generation please sort it out, before we have to."

I'm afraid, Son, that the boat has sailed.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Hold

 

I looked at the aging monkey and he looked at me. "Tell me, monkey, should I sell?" The old veteran of uncountable fights snarled, barring a yellowed fang, "Hold." So I did.

Look, I'm not a betting man but I'll wager the vicious monkey against any .666 of your priestesses that the Peoples Currency hits .40 by the end of the week, if not sooner.

Bets on and Devil take the hindmost, what?

Your Pal,

LSP

Guilty

A Mountebank Crook

 

Maxine Waters, for inciting race hatred, and being a corrupt, hypocritical fraud of a Millionaire Socialist.

A George Floyd Juror

Our legal system, which is clearly broken.

A Martyr Angel Saint God

George Floyd, for breaking into a woman's house and pointing a gun at her stomach while an accomplice searched her home for drugs and money.

A Cop

And Dereck Chauvin.

Speaking of which, I was fishing with a couple of semi-retired LEOs when George Floyd became a beautiful, martyr saint, holy angel. One of them asked the other, "Is that the kind of hold you teach your students?"

A Dindu

Regardless, now that the show trial's over, will Minneapolis burn to the ground? Maybe the MPD should stand down if it does, while the Guard enjoys rainbow diversity training.

Maxine Waters' net worth is a paltry $2 million, low by #MillSoc standards. Don't say race baiting mountebank.

Your Pal,

LSP

Juke Box Monday

 

Here we are, after a long day's fishing work and it's time to spin up the juke. So here we go. First off, WSF and Thank God And Greyhound. Respect.

And let's not forget Creedence. Thanks, WWW. Rock on, my friend.

And this one's for Ed. Set those controls.

For LL? The dark side of the Moon.

I like this, just 'coz.

And this. Highway Star.

Well done, kids. Requests welcome,

LSP

Gone Fishing

 

A beautiful, balmy, spring day in Texas. So what to do? Go fishing, and that's exactly what happened. I drove off to Soldiers' Bluff on Lake Whitney and cast out into the depths. Would the piscine adversary bite?

Hard to tell, the climate's been strange lately, thanks to its Czar, Wooden Top, and this confuses the fish, so anything was possible. To be honest, I wasn't expecting much. But what am I saying? How much more do you want than an early afternoon under the free Texan sky?

As it was, I caught a drum and a couple of perch. Not bad, and all good action on a light rod. Then it was back to the Compound to recoup before jukebox action and tracking the Shiba on various charts. Stay tuned and regardless, a good day.

Fish on,

LSP

Cooking With LSP

 

Cooking with LSP? That's not only stupid, it's dangerous, and what's that, a vegetable? Yes readers, a vegetable, asparagus, and here's how you do it. Wrap those green beasts in bacon.

It's not hard. Trim the warlike spears, toss in olive oil and black pepper and then wrap 'em up, three or four spears to a bundle. A bit like Fasces but without the axe. Then sit back and behold your handiwork, all this asparagus wrapped in bacon.

Level unlocked, put the enhanced veg in the oven at 400* for twenty minutes or so while, inspired by LL's sermon, you research Texas' illusive black cat, the Jaguarundi. 

These long tailed wild cats weigh in at around 20 pounds and are mistaken for Jaguars, which may or may not exist in the Lone Star State. They've been sighted here in Hill County, but not by me.

Better have a pistol handy in case the veg attacks!

Important research over, take the bacon wrapped green aggressors out of the oven. Serve with steak. I chose a Rib Eye, you may prefer a different cut, like a New York Strip. Hey, your call, no rule.

Then fall upon your scoff.

Like a warrior,

LSP

NASA Picks Space X For Moon Shot

 

Elon Musk's Space Exploration Technologies Corp, Space X, have won NASA's contract for developing a spaceship to take mankind to the Moon, again.

Musk celebrated the deal by posting a photo of a Space X rocket on the Moon. Zoom in on the astronauts at the bottom of the image and look at their furry faces. Space Shibes? 

Look Closely

The Peoples Currency is bizarrely hodling its own, I was ready for a plummet, at around .26 following a retracement from an all time high of over .40. Not bad, given this week's crypto exuberance and subsequent correction. But who knows how this Wild West Moonshot plays out. Stay tuned.

Ad Lunam,

LSP

UFO News

 

Thanks to our awesome Climate Czar, John "Wooden Top" Kerry, it's freezing in Texas today, so no fishing. All the more time, then, to check out the latest UFO news. And what news it is, featuring Pentagon confirmed footage of an unidentified flying pyramid.

The mysterious airborne pyramid was filmed by the crew of the USS Russell off the coast of California in 2019. Here it is:

Pentagon spokeswoman Susan Gough stated, "As we have said before, to maintain operations security and to avoid disclosing information that may be useful to potential adversaries, DOD does not discuss publicly the details of either the observations or the examinations of reported incursions into our training ranges or designated airspace, including those incursions initially designated as UAP." 

Other UFO sightings verified by the Pentagon include three unexplained craft filmed by a Navy pilot in 2019, near Naval Air Station Oceana in Virginia. Known as the Sphere, the Acorn and the Metallic Blimp, some speculate that the objects are balloons or foreign drones.

In related news, the US Navy holds patents on inventions that claim to change the "fabric of reality." Are these strange unexplained aerial phenomena off-world alien tech, visitors from another time or dimension, our own, or something else again?

Your call,

LSP

Space is Deep

Space is deep, a void we have to travel, said the Shiba, nonchalantly settling into the Captain's chair for a well deserved nap. I couldn't blame him, he'd run well. I checked co-pilot's instruments for course setting. Yes, we were on target, for the Moon and Mars.

Will we get there or disappear in smoke? Not a gambling man, but vote the former. In the meanwhile...

Better believe it,

LSP

Dog's in Space

 

Will everyone's favorite Shiba continue to soar today, go sideways, or turn around and run back home? Who knows, it's pretty crazy out there, in space. Stay tuned.

To the Moon,

LSP

Dog Run!

 

So how's Blue's pension fund performing, cryptically named 'LSP'? Good question. Short answer? Really well. DOGE$ surged to record highs this week, climbing from .07 to .20 at time of writing.

This week's astounding dog run started Tuesday after two months consolidation in .05 land rising to .07. Expert techs saw a bull pennant with breakout potential if the People's Crypto broke through resistance in the upper .07s, or something like that.

Lo and behold, it did. Ma LSP was resting upstairs after implant surgery in her upper jaw when I checked Shiba value. Huh, .086, not bad. A scyfy short story later I checked again, not being obsessive, and what? .09. Time for a glass of wine.

That poured, check again, .010. Wow. Bear in mind experts were saying that'd be year end price. And the next thing you know, the pup's charging through .11, .12, and .13, hitting an all time high of  >.14. What?!? Reddit seemed stunned. I went to sleep expecting the popular dog-faced crypto to crash. But it didn't.

Wednesday saw consolidation at .13 and the promise of another run with higher highs and higher lows as the pup rose between parallel lines to reach the point of an ascending triangle. Would it break above and repeat Tuesday's stellar performance? Sure enough it did. 

The playful Shiba was clearly bored with .13, unlucky number, and decided to run again, maybe just for the fun of it. Boom. .14, .15, .16 in a matter of minutes. I looked at my handheld computing device in shock and awe, what's going on? 

Then boom again, as the pup leaped past .17, .18 and into .19, nipping at the heels of .20. Much wow. So what got the Peoples Coin up and running?

It didn't hurt to have massive PR in the form of big celebrity endorsement from Elon Musk, Mark Cuban, Guy Restaurant Person, the Kiss dude, Snoop Dogg and the media, see WSJ, Forbes and all the rest. 

Also, COIN (Coinbase crypto exchange) had a good IPO on Wednesday, lifting crypto credibility. Add that to the growing and fanatically loyal meme coin following and you've got growth. In this case explosively. Think GME but affordable and at minimal risk.

So Blue's happy his retirement fund's at .20 and rising. If it crashes and burns like a Focke Wulf going down on Prinz Albrecht Strasse? Well, he won't know the difference.

Ad Lunam,

LSP

Musical Interlude

I don't care about Willie's bizarro hindoo theology. Drop of rain, again and again and again? Really? I just like the tune.

Cheers,

LSP

A Short Sunday Sermon

 

Then saith he to Thomas, (in the upper room) Reach hither thy finger, and behold my hands; and reach hither thy hand, and thrust it into my side: and be not faithless, but believing. Jn. 20:27

Thomas wanted physical proof of the resurrection and got it, the risen Christ was touchable, tangible. He had risen bodily from the tomb and, on reflection, anything less doesn't cut it.

What dies when we die, the spirit? Hardly, it doesn't have any physical parts to decay and return to the dust from which they came. The body, notoriously, does; we don't bounce like we used to, to put it mildly. So what has to be resurrected? The body, rejoined to the spirit, between them both making up the whole person.

Without this, we're left with spirit only or in other words, a shade or ghost, and the rising becomes a haunting. This is not the case in the upper room on the 8th day, the Sunday following the Resurrection. On the contrary, Jesus stands before Thomas, the whole man, body and spirit, risen from the grave.

In an explosion of divine power, Christ had taken humanity to a new dimension of existence, a new mode of imperishable, glorified being. No wonder Thomas fell down and worshiped, he touched the Glory, "My Lord and my God." And note this.

When Christ appeared to the disciples on Easter Sunday, the "doors were shut" for fear of the same people who'd crucified Jesus crucifying them. For fear of death. With the reality of the resurrection upon them, made concrete on the 8th day, the fear was gone. And so they went out and died in the proclamation of the Faith, knowing they would rise in and with their Lord. 

What hope! As opposed to the dismal, wretched, con-trick despair of our disbelieving age. God grant us the faith, hope and love of the disciples in the upper room, and with Thomas the grace to fall down and believe, "My Lord and my God."

Christus Surrexit,

LSP

First Chaplain Of The Confederacy

 

Did you know that the Confederacy's first military chaplain was a Jesuit priest, Fr. Darius Hubert? I didn't until recently, thanks to Katherine Jeffrey's excellent biography, First Chaplain Of The Confederacy. Hubert served with the Army of Northern Virginia throughout the war and was present at the major battles in the eastern theater as well as, curiously, seeing chaplaincy aboard the ironclad Merrimac.

He was known for outstanding pastoral devotion to the men he served and rose above denominational differences to work alongside protestant chaplains as "brothers in Christ." A remarkable man who bravely followed the call of God regardless of danger to himself, whether on the battlefield or in the hospital wards of those dying with Yellow Fever.

Hubert was a believer in the Cause but graciously so, urging reconciliation and healing after the conflict. He carried a Yankee bullet on his person, which had failed to kill him, as a sign of God's providence and protection. He died in 1893 at the age of 70.

We need more priests like him.

God bless,

LSP

Rest in Peace Prince Philip

 

Here in the States we woke up to the tragic news that Prince Philip had died, at the age of 99. He fought in the titanic war against Fascism and the Nazis, serving honorably as a decorated officer in the Royal Navy, with a final rank of Commander in 1953.

The same people who believe gender's divorced from biology believe Philip was a Fascist, despite fighting against Fascists in the war. Perhaps it was an internicene feud? Then again, the Prince's detractors may be suffering from dropped on head as infant syndrome.

I vote for the latter, but regardless, his death surely marks the closing of an age, an age in many respects better than our own.

Rest in Peace and Rise in Glory,

LSP