Friday, June 30, 2023

Litanies de Sainte Jeanne d'Arc


I'd say this is as relevant now as it's ever been, which is very. Sainte Jeanne revenez nous sauver, transmettre votre courage, votre Foi au peuple, le Corps de l'Eglise.

Never surrender,


The French Are Revolting or Weird Scenes Inside The Goldmine


I don't know if you've seen it on the smug, bombastic, deceitful, ComSymp shill legacy media because, you know, they don't report counter TransCorp narrative but the French have been revolting. Seriously, no kidding, from Paris to Strasbourg immigrant French youth have been torching cities.

Why? Because some 17 year old POC Perp was shot by a cop  in a Parisian immigrant ghetto suburb, Nanterre, while resisting arrest. Lo and behold, mass chimpout, to the point of diversity-is-our-strength looting gun shops and running around with AKs and other weapons.

As of last night, 40,000 French police were deployed to deal with the Jihad chimpout and police stations were reporting they'd run out of non-lethal munitions. So now the Rainbow State of Diversity is deploying APCs and guys with guns on quads. Here in the States we'd deploy the Guard.

Regardless, far-sighted readers of this humble kebob stand on the information superhighway will remember that a number of France's retired Command wrote a letter predicting such a thing and its incumbent threat, civil war.

That was ignored. In the meanwhile, here's some jungle karma:

Right in the X-Ring, eh? And good luck, La Belle France, and all the rest of us. Smart people are loading mags and cleaning weapons, even as last year's furniture goes on the fire. Weird scenes indeed.

Your Pal,


Thursday, June 29, 2023

Ivy League Idiot


A friend of mine writes a column for the appalling Dallas Morning News, it's a Catholic column, and one of the latest op-ed genius points was that Jean D'Arc was some kind of holy middle ground for rainbow transing. As in, she was a cross-dresser AND a holy catholic mystic. Middle ground via media, get it?

Uh hunh. Joan, visions aside, was a warrior, no doubt about it. She fought for her faith and for France. Can you imagine her reaction to the blasphemous impudence of the trans cult? I call swords, lances and an armored cavalry charge. 

By the way, my pal went to Duke, which is apparently a school on the West East coast of America.

But you, as always, be the judge,


The Sparkle Creed


No fooling, the Sparkle Creed as recited by Edina Community Lutheran Church last Sunday, June 25. Here it is, led by pastorene Anna Helgen:

I believe in the non-binary God whose pronouns are plural.
I believe in Jesus Christ, their child, who wore a fabulous tunic and had two dads and saw everyone as a sibling-child of God.
I believe in the rainbow Spirit, who shatters our image of one white light and refracts it into a rainbow of gorgeous diversity.
I believe in the church of everyday saints as numerous, creative, and resilient as patches on the AIDS quilt, whose feet are grounded in mud and whose eyes gaze at the stars in wonder.
I believe in the calling to each of us that love is love is love, so beloved, let us love.
I believe, glorious God. Help my unbelief. Amen.

I believe in the church of everyday saints as numerous, creative, and resilient as patches on the AIDS quilt. The AIDS quilt? Excuse me, what the devil is that? Some kind of HIV infected bed covering? Devil take it to the incinerator before it infects anyone else, what?

And you, Anna, are guilty of mawkish blasphemy parading under the banner of a God you don't believe in. Readers, take note, mene mene tekel upharsin, מנא מנא תקל ופרסין, you have been weighed in the balance and found wanting. 

Anna, and all your friends who don't read this mind blog, pay attention. Note the supernatural weight of the Hebrew, almost a curse, a shadow of the original language of the Word, who is: (ἐν ἀρχῇ ἦν) ὁ λόγος, καὶ ὁ λόγος ἦν πρὸς τὸν θεόν, καὶ θεὸς ἦν ὁ λόγος.

Do not mess with this, you rainbow stole fools. It will go ill for you and for all your allies. Do you seriously imagine that the God you don't believe in, absolute BEING as opposed to, say, the Guardian or the NYT will ignore your mutiny? 

Not dissimilar to going up against gravity itself. Good luck with that.

So over the rainbow,


Ss. Peter and Paul


It's the Feast of the Holy Apostles Peter and Paul today and an opportunity to tear ourselves away from uplifting videos of Scottish regiments, harrowing footage of soldiers in mine fields, Royalist War Dog Poodles, yes, they're a thing, and the ongoing iniquity of Rainbow Global TransCorp.

Instead of that, here's a prayer:

Almighty God, whose blessed apostles Peter and Paul glorified thee by their martyrdom: Grant that thy Church, instructed by their teaching and example, and knit together in unity by thy Spirit, may ever stand firm upon the one foundation, which is Jesus Christ our Lord; who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the same Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Ss. Peter and Paul, pray for us. Lord knows we need your powerful intercession right about now.

Sancti Apostoli Petrus et Paulus ora pro nobis.



PS. Satan, like an English schoolboy of yesteryear, hates Latin.

Wednesday, June 28, 2023

Sword Beach - If You Scorn this You Are An Utter Fool


Scorn this? Lovat returning home after Sword and all the rest? Impossible, but go ahead and scorn the the UK's MOD and Uniparty who've been idiotically gambling on never having to fight another real war again. What a dereliction of duty.

You'll note the very same people who've destroyed our Regiments and traitorously off-shored our manufacturing and industry are baying for blood. MOAR WAR, they rainbow cry. But with what? All the ammo from your factories which you don't have? Oops.

Have at him, Pudle,


Tuesday, June 27, 2023


Have you watched the video of the young UKR guys in the minefield? So horrible and let's pour scorn on the rich beyond imagining monsters accelerating this wickedness. Yes, GloboTrans Elite, I'm looking at you.

And you, all you sick parents that'd demonically trans your kids into blasphemous parodies of the male and female sex. That caveat in mind, GloboTrans was betting on a fast war, a "we'll be home by Rainbow Baalzebub" war and it didn't happen. 

Oops, Russia still has manufacturing capacity and we don't, coz we sent it all to China, which is so totally not a second or third front. Long story short, what utter blood-bathed psychos, can we vote them out? And with that let's see our armored corps thunder to DC.

Nooses down the Mall and see you at the Army & Navy.



Monday, June 26, 2023

Devil Dogge? I Say Good Boye


Everyone's heard of Charles the First's talented if impetuous cavalry commander, Prince Rupert of the Rhine (PROTR), but did you know he had a war dog called Boy? Boy was a large and rare hunting poodle(!) given to the prince by the Earl of Arundel when Rupert was imprisoned in Linz during the Thirty years War.

When the English Civil War broke out, Boy joined his master on the Royalist side and valiantly ran with the King's cavalry against the insurrectionist Paliamentarians. These hated Boy with puritan fervor, assigning the dog magical powers.


Boy, they claimed, was a devil dog, a Lapland sorceress in canine form with the ability to speak arcane languages, a mix between Hebrew and High Dutch, apparently. He could prophecy, perform acts of espionage, make himself invisible and far more besides; Boy was bullet and knife proof, a valuable asset on the battlefield.

One Royalist pamphleteer lampoons doggish puritan superstition thus, in Observations Ʋpon Prince Rupert's white Dogge called Boye:

He is weapon-proofe himself, and probably hath made his Master so too, my self and the rest whom you have imployed to be of the conspiracy against him, have alwayes failed of our at∣tempts, as if something more then witchcraft watcht over him. Once I gave him a very hearty stroke, with a confiding Dagger, but it slided off his skin as if it had beene Armour of proofe nointed over with Quick-silver. Besides he hath been tempted with pieces of Capon and other choice morcells, as well seasoned all, as poyson and extemporary prayer could doe it: but the Cur as obstinately rejected them, as if he had knowne beforehand what they were, so that they hurt him no more then the plague-plaister, sent in the Letter did Mr. Pym.

Read Observations, it's short and amusing, but alas Boy wasn't bulletproof and met his end at the battle of Marston Moor in 1644, which saw the Royalists defeated with Rupert himself having to flee the field.

I'm no expert but I think the figure in the foreground is a LAPLAND WITCH

On Charles' defeat, Rupert left England only to return at the Restoration and serve as an Admiral in the Second Dutch War. How did this bold cavalryman become an Admiral? Therein lies another tale. 

In the meanwhile, here at the Compound we salute you PROTR and your dog, what a good boye.



Saturday, June 24, 2023

The Army Arrived


Well at least a part of it, and left all its kit in the Anteroom; got to go somewhere, in fairness, and why not lay down on a Moslem rug? That in mind, what do young soldiers do to pass the time? Many things, not least playing computer games with their pals around the world, in which they slay digital enemies.

So that's all good and, speaking of which, have we just witnessed the shortest ever civil war in Russian history? A 24 hour, ahem, coup, in which Prigozhin  gets a dacha in Belarus, WAGNER PMC folds into the Russian Army and 5th columnists and traitors get rounded up and killed while Putin consolidates his power base as rubbish generals are fired?

Possibly, but who knows. perhaps Prigozhin got ferociously drunk, drove most of the way to Moscow with his crew, sobered up, apologized, and made friends. Now he must go to Belarus, because that's so obviously not a potential second front.

I tell you, what a strange 24 hour evolution it's been. Regardless, our plan is this. Worship God in the morning at the Masses and then grill steak. Yes, steak, we can still afford meat here, if only just.

Your Old Pal,


Friday, June 23, 2023

Jukebox Friday


By popular demand, here's Amie, by the Pure, ahem, Prairie League. And Hank Jnr., who's awesome when not posturing, thank you, Jim.

Can't you see? Quite. Here's my jukebox call.

Requests welcome.

Your Old Buddy,



Octavian, adopted son and great-nephew of Julius Caesar watched on from grey-eyed distance as his general, Agrippa, faced off against Mark Anthony and Cleopatra's fleet. 400 ships versus 500 ships in Antony's favor, and whoever won would rule the world.

no, not a negro

You can imagine the tension on Bridge, to put it mildly. Of course Agrippa won, sinking Antony's wretched fleet and Octavian, Augustus, emerged triumphant. We celebrate him still, August, and his uncle, July. Antony killed himself afterwards as did his lover, Cleopatra, who was a Ptolomaic Hellene and not an African American negro. 

Octavian went on to rule all that was, under the deadly eye of his mother. And his victory, Νίκη!, still resounds as remarkable. Wow, stand back in awe, a pal (acquaintance) made a song about it. Here it is:

Shades of Ost Front, what?

Your Old Pal,


Already The Axe Is Laid To The Root Of The Trees


Already, says John the Baptist, the axe is laid to the root of the trees. What a terrifying warning and it applies as much to us as it did in the days of the Baptizer. 

Do you think people and nations which sacrifice children in the womb to Pink Moloch, who celebrate blasphemous parodies of men and women and surgically mutilate children in the name of big trans money tolerance will somehow be allowed to stand?

Of course not, go against Truth, that which is, against God himself, and see how far it gets you, "And whosoever shall fall on this stone shall be broken: but on whomsoever it shall fall, it will grind him to powder." (Matt. 21:44)

Terrifying, and as the stone drops and the axe lifts into its swing, the enemies of God and Man are being driven insane to the point at which they're not even able to define sex and gender. Male and female, our fundamental God-given identity, is beyond them. Lo and behold, they've erased their identity as humans in the name of identity politics. Welcome to the satanic hive mind and the abolition of man.

But enough of this cheery line of reasoning, let's cut to the chase. Here's Mr. Cash:

Tomorrow's the Feast of the Nativity of John The Baptist.



Thursday, June 22, 2023

The After Mass


One of the things that happens here is that we meet at 5.30 pm on Thursdays to worship God in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass and no, this doesn't mean we blasphemously attempt to repeat the one all-sufficient sacrifice of Christ but rather, by grace, unite ourselves to it. 

Magnum mysterium, to put it mildly, sacramental unity with our Lord's paschal offering of himself for our atonement on Calvary. And right there in supernatural power  in Bosque County, Texas, there on the Altar was Christ's Body and Blood given and shed for us for the forgiveness of sins and the reconciliation of Man to God.

Heaven, for a moment, breaks through to us and we to heaven, "peace be to this house." Then we're dismissed with a benediction and vale, "May almighty God bless you, the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost, this night and forevermore. The Mass has ended, go in peace to love and serve the Lord."

Reflect on this. If Christ is truly present in the Mass, if we meet him and enter into communion with him in the Eucharist, for the forgiveness of of our sins, if all this is true how could any faithful person not want, fervently, to meet our Lord at the Last Supper which is Holy Communion? Yes, judgement for sure, but also mercy and infinite compassion.

That in mind, I was heartened by the congregation this evening, our worship is growing, and waved goodbye to the guys, "See you Saturday (men's group), I'm going fishing." And there it was, Soldiers Bluff, resting under a hot Texan sun, just a minute or two away from the church.

It was beautiful to be out by the water as the sun began to set and fun to catch a scad of little perch who went back in to fight again another day.

God bless you all,


Wednesday, June 21, 2023

Let's Calm Right Down - Fire On The Mountain


Yes indeed.

Your Old Pal,


Cult & Culture

No Cult, No Culture, runs the slogan, along with Vatican Two Empty The Pew. The cult in question being the liturgy and worship of the Western Church which was eviscerated by liturgical geniuses in the late '60s, early '70s. And go figure, as the worship of the Church was destroyed so too was the culture from which it sprang. 

Here in Texas and around the world we're reversing this apostate trend. No guitar playing nuns, no priestesses, no liturgical dance, just the Altar against the East wall and the Mass done right. I tell you, it appeals to young people. And who can blame them?

Lex Orandi Lex Credendi,


Well Done Boy

We love it when our children do well and, of course, it grieves us when they don't. So well done boy on passing your promotion board this morning, by unanimous consent. This means he's off to Sergeant School in July.

front row, second from left

It's been a bit of a journey, both before and after he marched off the field at Benning, but he's risen to the challenge. Good work, keep it coming, and thanks again to LL for solid mentorship.



Tuesday, June 20, 2023

Bluegill Fun


If yesterday, "Juneteenth," was all about celebrating famous Scots regiments, today's been about fishing. You see, the last two expeditions to Soldiers Bluff on Lake Whitney were busts, Fish 2, LSP 0 and that dismal record couldn't be allowed to stand. So, after Morning Prayer I geared up, climbed in the rig and headed south west for a counter offensive against the piscine adversary. 

Good thing too, the fish were jumping, predator bass after schools of shad and minnows. Seriously, no end of bait fish and the occasional bass strike thrashing up the water, so I cast off with a topwater torpedo. Big expectation, slow, twitchy retrieve and... nothing. Useless.

Try a worm, and guess what, almost instant tugs and ferocious little bites. Yes, bluegill were back in town and up they came, small at first, then larger. I tell you, those fierce and sometimes not so little beasts put up a fight. Tasty, too, but they all went back.

Then bass started blitzing for shad about 200 yards off, out of my casting range, but would they come in to shore? Almost, they got around 70 yards in and out went a topwater lure, which they hit with thrashing ferocity. I let it sit under assault and waited for an attack fish to take it down into the depths but that didn't happen. 

After a clamorous strike they bounced off and disappeared in search of other prey. The lure, with hindsight, was perhaps a little too large. Still, great action and a near miss or two made up for by brisk bluegill engagement. Fierce fish, light rod, big fun.

Bluegill in mind, I'll keep a few next time and fry 'em up, beer batter style, delicious.

Fish On,


Monday, June 19, 2023



Hurray! Hurray! It's Juneteenth! And what does that mean? Apparently an excuse to post some Scots. Here's these boys, all hail ASH with pipes.

Your Old Pal,


Sunday, June 18, 2023



No comment.

Have you noticed how the utterly useless Russkies have retreated in disastrous confusion before the recent UKR assault? Oops, they haven't.

I know you're all Boss Cold Warriors but hey, don't underestimate the oppo, see Boney and the wretched Hitler.

Ave atque Vale,


Saturday, June 17, 2023

Holy Water


The Devil runs from Holy Water, seriously, I have that on good, established authority. And no wonder, Holy Water is a sacramental made up of exorcised elements, salt and water, with the express purpose of putting demons to flight, and it does.

Here's the prayer of benediction in English, from the Roman Ritual:

P: Our help is in the name of the Lord.     All: Who made heaven and earth.

2. The exorcism of salt follows: 

God's creature, salt, I cast out the demon from you by the living  God, by the true  God, by the holy  God, by God who ordered you to be thrown into the water-spring by Eliseus to heal it of its barrenness. May you be a purified salt, a means of health for those who believe, a medicine for body and soul for all who make use of you. May all evil fancies of the foul fiend, his malice and cunning, be driven afar from the place where you are sprinkled. And let every unclean spirit be repulsed by Him who is coming to judge both the living and the dead and the world by fire.   All: Amen.

Let us pray.

Almighty everlasting God, we humbly appeal to your mercy and goodness to graciously bless  this creature, salt, which you have given for mankind's use. May all who use it find in it a remedy for body and mind. And may everything that it touches or sprinkles be freed from uncleanness and any influence of the evil spirit; through Christ our Lord.

All: Amen.

Exorcism of the water:

God's creature, water, I cast out the demon from you in the name of God  the Father almighty, in the name of Jesus  Christ, His Son, our Lord, and in the power of the Holy  Spirit. May you be a purified water, empowered to drive afar all power of the enemy, in fact, to root out and banish the enemy himself, along with his fallen angels. We ask this through the power of our Lord Jesus Christ,who is coming to judge both the living and the dead and the world by fire.    All: Amen.

Let us pray.

O God, who for man's welfare established the most wonderful mysteries in the substance of water, hearken to our prayer, and pour forth your blessing  on this element now being prepared with various purifying rites. May this creature of yours, used in your mysteries and endowed with your grace, serve to cast out demons and to banish disease. May everything that this water sprinkles in the homes and gatherings of the faithful be delivered from all that is unclean and hurtful; let no breath of contagion hover there, no taint of corruption; let all the wiles of the lurking enemy come to nothing. By the sprinkling of this water may everything opposed to the safety and peace of the occupants of these homes be banished, so that in calling on your holy name they may know the well-being they desire, and be protected from every peril; through Christ our Lord.    All: Amen.

3. Now the priest pours the salt into the water in the form of a cross, saying:

May this salt and water be mixed together; in the name of the Father , and of the Son , and of the Holy Spirit.     All: Amen.

P: The Lord be with you. All: And with thy spirit.

Let us pray.

God, source of irresistible might and king of an invincible realm, the ever-glorious conqueror; who restrains the force of the adversary, silencing the uproar of his rage, and valiantly subduing his wickedness; in awe and humility we beg you, O Lord, to regard with favor  this creaturely thing of salt and water, to let the light of your kindness shine upon it, and to hallow it with the dew of your mercy; so that  wherever it is sprinkled and your holy name invoked, every assault of the unclean spirit may be baffled, and all dread of the serpent's venom be cast out. To us who entreat your mercy grant that the Holy Spirit may be with us wherever we may be, through Christ our Lord.  All: Amen.

And in the more powerful Latin:

V. Adjutorium nostrum in nomine Domini.  R. Qui fecit cælum et terram.

Deinde absolute incipit exorcismum salis:

Exorcizo te, creatura salis, per Deum + vivum, per Deum + verum, per Deum + sanctum, per Deum, qui te per Eliseum Prophetam in aquam mitti jussit, ut sanaretur sterilitas aquæ: ut efficiaris sal exorcizatum in salutem credentium; et sis omnibus sumentibus te sanitas animæ et corporis; et effigiat, atque discedat a loco, in quo aspersum fueris, omnis phantasia, et nequitia, vel versutia diabolicæ fraudis, omnisque spiritus immundus, adjuratus per eum, qui venturus est judicare vivos et mortuos, et sæculum per ignem. R. Amen.



Immensam clementiam tuam, omnipoten æterne Deus, humiliter imploramus, ut hanc creaturam salis, quam in usum generis humani tribuisti, bene + dicere et sancti +ficare tua pietate digneris: ut sit omnibus sumentibus salus mentis et corporis; et quidquid ex eo tactum vel respersum fuerit, careat omni immunditia, omnique impugnatione spiritalis nequitiæ. Per Dominum. R. Amen.

Exorcismus aquæ: et dicitur absolute:

Exorcizo te, creatura aquæ, in nomine Dei + Patris omnipotentis, et in nomine Jesu + Christi Filii ejus Domini nostri, et in virtute Spiritus + Sancti: ut fias aqua exorcizata ad effugandam omnem potestatem inimici, et ipsum inimicum eradicare et explantare valeas cum angelis suis apostaticis, per virtutem ajusdem Domini nostri Jesu Christi: qui venturus est judicare vivos et mortuos, et sæculum per ignem. R. Amen.



Deus, qui ad salutem humani generis, maxima quæque sacramenta in aquarum substantia condidisti: adesto propitius invocationibus nostris, et elemento huic multìmodis purificationibus præparato, virtutem tuæ bene + dictionis infunde: ut creatura tua, mysteriis tuis serviens, ad abigendos dæmones, morbosque pellendos, divinæ gratiæ sumat effectum; ut quidquid in domibus, vel in locis fidelium, hæc unda resperserit, careat omni immunditia, liberetur a noxa: non illic resideat spiritus pestilens, non aura corrumpens: discedant omnes insidiæ latentis inimici; et si quid est, quod aut incolumitati habitantium invidet, aut quieti, aspersione hujus aquæ effugiat: ut salubritas, per invocationem sancti tui nominis expetita, ab omnibus sit impugnationibus defensa. Per Dominum nostrum Jesum Christum Filium tuum: Qui tecum vivit et regnat in unitate Spiritus Sancti Deus per omnia sæcula sæculorum. R. Amen.

Hic termittat sal in aquam in modum crucis, dicendo semel:

Commixtio salis et aquæ pariter fiat, in nomine Pa+tris, et Fi+lii, et Spiritus + Sancti. R. Amen.

V. Dominus vobiscum. R. Et cum spiritu tuo.



Deus, invictæ virtutis auctor, et insuperabilis imperii Rex, ac semper magnificus triumphator: qui adversæ dominationis vires reprimis: qui inimici rugientis sævitiam superas: qui hostiles nequitias potenter expugnas: te, Domine, trementes et supplices deprecamur, ac petimus: ut hanc creaturam salis et aquæ dignanter aspicias, benignus illustres, pietatis tuæ rore sanctifices; ut, ubicumque fuerit aspersa, per invocationem sancti nominis tui, omnis infestatio immundi spiritus abigatur: terrorque venenosi serpentis procul pellatur: et præsentia Santi Spiritus nobis, misericordiam tuam poscentibus, ubique adesse dignetur. Per Dominum nostrum Jesum Christum Filium tuum: Qui tecum vivit et regnat in unitate ejusdem Spiritus Sancti Deus per omnia sæcula sæculorum. R. Amen.

Exorcists tell me the latter form works best, which implies Satan, like an English schoolboy, abhors Latin. All the more reason to use it, eh? That in mind, I'm off to bless some water by way doing my part, however small, in the war against evil. 

Speaking of which, watch Nefarious, a realistic cinematic portrayal of the  Adversary, if a little preachy.

Out Demons Out,


Friday, June 16, 2023

MIllionaire Leftist Dunderhead



Do you remember when it was Global Warming? Because of all the carbon-spewing industrialisms that were going to destroy the planet, with their carbon? Yes, we all do, Global Warming, such a terrible thing. Then it became Climate Change.

Dam, the weather changes and might kill us all, better pay moar tax. And that's what the climate grifters did, wrote off checks to their friends in the name of Net Zero at the expense of you, the Weather Serf. And guess what, the delta-minus serfs believed it. All hail K Street Marcom!

Seriously, genius. But I'll leave you with this. Raytheon, all hallowed MIC integer that it is, invited the world to applaud its latest naval anti-air munition, the jolly little green Sea Sparrow. Make of this what you will.

Your Tzarist Pal,



Do dictators arrest their political opponents, rig elections, ban demonstrations against their rule, surveil their subjects and enrich themselves through corrupt grift and kickbacks while the people of their country grow steadily impoverished?

Sure they do, and here's Tucker:

I'd say he nails it but hey, slap a climate change rainbow sticker on the operation and everything's just fine. Until, of course, you get a 4 am visit from the Tolerance Stasi. As in, how dare you speak out at the local school board after protesting the murder of babies in the womb, you Nazi. Time for jail.

Here in the States we're protected from this, to an extent, by the 2nd Amendment and the Enemy knows this, which is why they're attempting to remove it. "Free men," runs the saying, "Can defend themselves. Slaves cannot."

must finish off the project, albeit from the bottom of Lake Whitney & thx RHT

Gentlemen and women, be wise as serpents and innocent as doves and do not give up all those guns you sadly lost when the canoe capsized. Just saying.

Your Old Pal,


Thursday, June 15, 2023

Flag Day


Day late and a Krugerrand short, but I hope everyone had a great Flag Day and celebrated in fine patriotic style. Here at the Compound things got busy, in a good way, with renewed energy at Mission #1 where we're heartened to learn of enterprising schoolchildren trashing pride propaganda in Massachusetts.

On June 2, Marshall Simonds Middle School in Burlington MA held a special "Spirit Day" to celebrate rainbow degeneracy and promote it to children. The school was decorated with rainbow streamers, the universally hated Pride flag and signs which read  “Why it’s not ok to say ‘That’s so gay,'” 

Excuse me, "Spirit Day?" Just what Spirit are we talking about here? Surely not trans Baphomet. Theology in mind, brave young people tore down the school's gay streamers, posters and signs while others chanted,  “USA are my pronouns.” 

This enraged Burlington Rainbow Groomer adults in charge of teaching children, with the school's Principal stating, “When one individual or group of individuals’ beliefs and actions result in the demeaning of another individual or group, it is completely unacceptable.”

Wow, you utter doublespeak hypocrite groomer posing as an educator. Pride flags, gay slogan agitprop and the whole celebration of rainbow degeneracy from the White House on down demean, offend and exclude orthodox Christians, Muslims and Jews, to say nothing of any other group.

Your views, Principal, and those who have authority over you from below are unacceptable, they offend against the Word of God. Read this and mark me well:

But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.


That in mind, well done those children, keep up the fight.

Over the Rainbow,


Tuesday, June 13, 2023

Listen Up


He keeps on broadcasting, against the State. SHUT. IT. DOWN.

As you were,


Aliens Among Us


Well, at least recovered space alien tech. According to senior Air Force whistleblower David Grusch, the US has some 12 extraterrestrial craft in its possession, including one 30' saucer which distorted space and time, leaving an investigator staggering, disoriented and nauseous.

"They had a guy go into it,"  stated Grusch, "He got in there, and it was as big as a football stadium. It was freaking him out and started making him feel nauseous, he was so disoriented because it was so gigantic inside. He staggered back out after being in there a couple of minutes, and outside it was four hours later. There was all kinds of time distortion and space distortion."

Stanford prof Dr. Garry Nolan believes off-world tech is the tip of a dark deep state iceberg, and that actual space creatures are alive and living among us. “I think you can go a step further — it hasn’t just visited, it’s been here a long time, and it’s still here,” said Nolan to a break-out session at the Salt iConnections conference in Manhattan last week.

Bold call. Space aliens, off-worlders living in our midst undetected, apparently human but not, a hidden threat to humanity. Or maybe not so hidden. Do you feel nauseous, disoriented and somehow staggering?

Quod Erat Demonstrandum,