Hanging Ferns

 

Well look at that, an hanging fern, damme.

And What's this, flowers? Apparently so.

Yet more of them. A veritable deluge.

A friend texted me, "Is this Ante Bellum?" I replied, "No, more like 1910." Era Discipline you see, but perhaps you're wondering, "Does the irregular if prestigious DLC (Dallas Light Cavalry) allow wymxn into its midst?" No, of course we don't, but there is a Lady's Side, and a powerful one.

All this to say nothing of the RHA, which used to be a combat unit with a ceremonial side, being 50% wymxn. Canons are roaring, right? More on the UK's pathetic DEI defense capability and preposterous belligerent grandstanding later. But I will say this. Would any of you sacrifice a single penny or drop of blood to defend the UK as she now is? Let's see how how UK recruitment figures are stacking up.

Feel free to discuss.

Your Friend,

LSP

Power Scrubbed

 

Ooof! USS Harvey Milk, the gayest ship that ever there was, is being renamed per Pete Hegseth's orders. What will the ship be called going forward? Who knows, maybe USS Patton, Jackson or Lee. Whatev, here's Zero:

Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth has ordered US Navy ship be renamed so it no longer honors a gay rights activist. Springing into action, Navy Secretary John Phelan has assembled a working group to come up with a new name for what is now the USNS Harvey Milk, and they're expected to announce the new honoree by the end of the month.     

"[Secretary Hegseth] is committed to ensuring that the names attached to all DOD installations and assets are reflective of the Commander-in-Chief’s priorities, our nation’s history, and the warrior ethos," said Pentagon spokesman Sean Parnell. Pentagon sources tell various outlets the move was deliberately timed to coincide with Pride Month. Earlier this year, Hegseth summarized his campaign to overhaul the military's culture: “No more pronouns, no more climate change obsessions, no more emergency vaccine mandates, no more dudes in dresses."

In related news, recruitment figures are way up. Wow, quelle tremendous surprise. You can read all about it on the Internet.

Cheers,

LSP

Power Wash

 

So what's going on at the Compound? Good question. Power washing the back deck with a Hyper Tough pressure washer. Wow, watch that grime get washed away.

Next step? Sand the ancient timbers of the deck or merely cover them with a stained seal? Dunno, let's see what kind of wisdom prevails. In the meanwhile, it's all going on here, and that's no bad thing.

Next installment in this thrilling episode of Southern Country Home? HANGING FERNS. Stay tuned, punters.

Your Best Pal,

LSP

This & That

 

Do you remember the POC puke who stabbed a boy because, how dare he, suggested the holy, sacrosanct, protected POC move his seat? Sure you do, Carmelo Anthony took a knife to a High Scool seating arrangement. Read all about it on the internet and I hope the family of the teen who was killed by this black savage gets justice and recompense.

In other news, Ukraine launched a massive strike against Russia's nuclear bomber fleet, Mrs LSP is urging me to practice "Ring of Fire" and Kier Starmer, the UK's hated leaderene, is telling Brits to stand by for war-fighting "readiness." Excuse me, with what army? Surely not another excuse to raise taxes.

Regardless, here at the Compound we're renewing fishing licenses, clipping hedges, growing tomato vines, getting Letters of Introduction and all of that. What can I say?

Clubland forever,

LSP

Discuss

 

What does the Demon want? Trans rights, Bolshevikism, insane men in your daughter's bathroom, moar tax, race war, no borders, your erasure as a people under the guise of tolerance. Oh, and no Christianity. Russia's against this so we're fighting it, because fighting Russia always goes well. Dear friends, maybe this time will be the exception.

Discuss.

Your Anti-Pedo Pal,

LSP

Ride On

 

me, a few years back

A few years ago and there I was, riding with my boys in a beautiful arena. They rode well, I tell you, then exited stage left. Time for me to open up the throttle and run hell for leather around the track, which I did.

It was her horse

Dear readers, all two you, please understand that this was like taking a Maserati out for a a spin; Randy was/is a PRA barrel horse, notorious for throwing careless riders. "Hey, man, take it easy, don't fall off," Did I? No, I did not, much to PRA amazement. On the contrary, we sped along as one.

What a lot of fun and guess what, the kids, bless 'em, rode like buddha pros.

Your Best Pal,

LSP

When Canons Are Roaring

 

It's not easy being a MONARCHIST these days. Perhaps it never was. Regardless, musical friends are learning this tune to produce on the world stage. Go for it, boys.

Push a Pike,

LSP

Scarlet Begonias & Fire

 

Ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves.

Then there's Bob Weir's shorts. Ignore them, get in the groove and thank God for his mercy. Speaking of which, picked up a valu pak of 9mm today. Time to take that little pistol out for a spin. Fire onna mountain style.

Cheers,

LSP

Ascension

 

It's the great and weirdly forgotten Feast of the Ascension today, which I hope you were able to celebrate with suitably Tridentine splendor. Speaking of which, our liturgy was simple. Just an oriented Low Mass, with no liturgical dance or wymxn priestesses, oddly, but it was comparatively well attended albeit a few notable absences.

where are they?

"Huh," I thought to myself, Sherlock Holmes style, "Where are they?" Good question, surely they weren't at Shooky's, which is a pleasant marina restaurant overlooking the lake. 

Shooky's

As you know, intuition is key in the detective trade and I followed it, arriving at Shooky's some 20 minutes after Mass. It's alright there, it has a resort marina friendly vibe and a great view of the lake, and the food's alright. I ordered catfish, onion rings, hush puppies and a plastic beaker of cold white wine. Nice. Next step?

A young Sarnt LSP with a young striper on the lake

Wander around jolly old Shooky's and look for the lost sheep of the house of Mission #2. Lo and behold, there they were, in the pool room. A grin, "Happy Feast of the Ascension! You do know the food here's even better after Mass." What can I say? Caught in the act, and a good time was had by all, what good people.

Oremus:

Concede, quaesumus, omnipotens Deus: ut, qui hodierna die Unigenitum tuum Redemptorem nostrum ad caelos ascendisse credimus, ipsi quoque mente in caelestibus habitemus.

Grant, we beseech Thee, almighty God, that we who believe Thine only-begotten Son, our Redeemer, to have this day ascended into heaven, may ourselves dwell in spirit amid heavenly things.

God bless you all,

LSP 

What A Gang Of Crooks

Per Wall Street Apes:

Everyone is paid off. We don’t have a Congress. We have a group of money laundering criminals

535 self enriching criminals taking legal bribes from their donors to steal our money is the dumbest form of government in existence. 95% should be in prison, not in Congress.

 

And we're paying for it at every turn. When, dear readers, is enough enough?

Your Cheery Pal,

LSP

PS.

Lest We Forget

 

Good old Melanie,

LSP

Memorial Day 2025

Thunder rolled like the sound of distant guns, a young buzzard picked at the carcass of an armadillo in the street and there you have it. A Memorial Day morning stroll down the sylvan boulevards of Olde Texas to the Pick 'n Steal, aka Shamrock filling station, for coffee and Marlboro Light Shorts. 

There'll be hamburgers on the grill later with good time to be had for all. That said, let's not forget the purpose of the day. Here's a short prayer from the 1928 BCP:

ALMIGHTY God, our heavenly Father, in whose hands are the living and the dead; We give thee thanks for all those thy servants who have laid down their lives in the service of our country. Amen

May they rest in peace and rise in glory,

LSP

Well That Was Fun

 

Here's what happened. We climbed into the rig and drove to Dallas to take care of business. Part of that involved picking up flowers for Ma LSP by way of Mothers Day and Birthday. And then? Fire up the grill and have at it, burgers. What an enjoyable evening.

The next day was all about USGOV in its local franchise and it wasn't bad, all things considered, though it left Mrs LSP hungry for tacos. Yes, street tacos, fancy tacos, any tacos would do. We found some just off the hideous Kennedy memorial in Dallas' attempt to build a tourist trap, it's deserted, failed "West End" restaurant strip. My dad used to love it there, and I thought of him as we got down on those tacos. They were pretty tasty, if pricey.

Next step? The Galleria. Far out, I hadn't been there since the '90s, but off we went down the Tollway and arrived at the objective. What was that? You ask with bated breath, H&M. Yep, H&M, and I tell you this, punters, the one on Regent Street's better. Don't ask me how I know. Both are cheap, fortunately.

Then back to Ma LSP's HQ for dinner. Was a good time had by all? It most assuredly was. More later as this exciting story develops.

Your Best Pal,

LSP

Storms

 

Storms whipped the flags as rain lashed down and we stood resolute on the porch, daring our Old Enemy the Weather to do its worst. It didn't, fortunately, but we were most definitely prepared, 5.56 style.

A friend from England, where self-defense is banned, wondered if AR 15s were much use against our climatic adversary. Sure they are, you can always shoot the rain. Then, almost as though it had never been, the storm retreated, beaten, no doubt, by Texan firepower and resolve. And the next day dawned.

Bright, crisp, clear perfection. If only, dear friends, it'd stay this way.

Franklins Tower & Gun Rights,

LSP

Freak Out

 

Do you remember the way it used to be, when someone you didn't like got elected into office? Sure, it wasn't easy but you got on with it and made the best of a bad day. Now? Not so much, you freak out, swallow your tongue, pull out your hair, break out in hives and torch the nearest convenient Tesla. Look, here's a video:

See what I'm saying?

Cheers,

LSP

Because Awesome

 

"On a Greyhound bus." I caught one in 1999, from Detroit to Dallas. Got off in Nashville and a passenger looked me up and down, "RagTag bobtail!" She had a point, I was wearing an RAF greatcoat, I think it was winter. The rest is history.

Your Pal,

LSP

Just For Kix

Yes, typical sea scenes. Who wins, dog or monkey? Your call.

Cave,

LSP

Some Kind of Joke?

 

So James Comey, former head of the FBI, was walking along a beach in somewhere inconsequential like Delaware and saw all these sea shells lined up spelling 86 47. The ex-Stasi  supremo posted this kill message on Insta, of all places.

NWO Mountebank

Leaving aside Comey's curious addiction to Instagram, what was he thinking? That it was somehow OK to broadcast an 86 POTUS message to all the world, on the internet? Apparently so. I call hubris and fondly imagine Kash and Bondi bringing this loathsome Deep State, Illuminati shill to justice. Don't hold your breath.

In other news, Leftists are enraged, shrieking, swallowing their tongues and breaking out in hives at the advent of white South Africans being granted refugee status in this country. You'll note The Episcopal Church (TEC) is especially upset about this. Go figure. But what can I say?

We are all Rhodesians now,

LSP

Taking it Easy

 

Just taking it easy here, eating steaks, cleaning guns and scorning Libs. Simple math, and that's alright.

Your Pal,

LSP

Sniffy

 

That is all,

LSP

Statuary

 

Some of you may have noticed New York's brave and beautiful bronze state of a hefty black woman. Kamala's field working cousin? Others have wondered if the attractive statue lacks representative realism. Perhaps this statue would be more appropriate?

You be the judge, and thanks, Dr. Swankenstein, for the heads up.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Because Genius

 

I ran this by a music pal who knows his stuff. He replied, "These kids can do everything," yeah they can. With apologies to everyone.

Cheers,

LSP

When A Plan Comes Together

 

You know what it's like. You worse case scenarios in order to be prepared for when all falls crashingly down, and are happily surprised when it doesn't. The latter applied today. I'll spare you the detail but here's a helpful video:

Just living the dream,

LSP

Canons

So there you have it. Canons are roaring, push a pike, wager a Guinea on the dam monkey and twice as fast. Stirring stuff, so sign yourself on the nearest glass with a diamond, but as you write your diamond-traced haiku you may have noticed something.

The Roundhead/Cavalier melee was led by... enthusiastic gentlemen for sure, on both sides, some of them even had great campaigning experience. See Rupert of the Rhine, all hail. But note, the main body of men were led by Pros, we'd call 'em contractors today.

No job for old men, eh? But do feel free to disagree. In other news, there was an ordination to the priesthood at Mission #1 today, a beautiful and blessed event. More of that anon.

Your Friend,

LSP

When Canons Are Roaring

 

Walk, trot, canter, gallop... CHARGE.

Cheers,

LSP

Erika

 

So perhaps you want to march?

Is it wrong to post this?

Cheers,

LSP

VE Day

 

England celebrated VE Day today with a military parade in London. Well done, up the Mall they went. Can you imagine the 1945 thing of it? I can, Churchill's voice sounding, parade resounding and with it the end of an era. The mighty British Empire had fought off the rapacious Prussian Hun and won, good work, but who really won the fight? The US and Russia, leaving the UK beggared and in debt. 

Some two years later the British withdrew from India, only to become, in Churchill's words, "a second rate power." Is that what the UK is now, a second or third rate power in the clutches of globalist, asset-stripping Satanists, beyond the hope of return?

Let's put it another way. Can the UK break free of its corrupt Uniparty interest and become great again? Local elections say they can and, in the meanwhile, the Household Division exists. More power to it. And if America leads the way, so be it.

Regardless, imagine the scene as the news came in, Victory in Europe. Just a heckuvva thing. I remember asking a landlady in Cheltenham, of all places, what the war had been like, "You can't imagine, we were so glad when it was over." To that point:

Your Friend,

LSP

Alcatraz

That’s too much bacon.

Please just bring me some kale chips.

Said no one ever. (LL)

47's bold actions to deport violent illegal alien criminals has been repeatedly blocked by partisan Democrat judges who want violent illegal alien criminals to remain in our country. Problem. Solution? Reopen Alcatraz. Laura Loomer reports:

President Trump just called for the notorious Alcatraz prison to be restored and reopened. 

He wants it to be reopened to house the most dangerous criminals in our country so that they literally cannot return to polite society to harm anyone ever again unless they swim through the shark infested waters outside of Alcatraz prison. 

Rumor has it that prisoners who tried to escape from Alcatraz either drowned or were eaten by sharks.

Good call, but is this iconic prison large enough?

You be the judge,

LSP

PS. Do you remember when Red Indians took over Alcatraz? I do, just.

Haiku Challenge Result

 

Yesterday's Haiku Challenge met with spirited participation and good results, seeing a number of excellent offerings in this perennially popular verse form. Ed's submission was most terse, a simple, unadorned emoji:

Yes, sometimes a picture's worth a thousand words. That said, Red's woodsman sent in not one but two excellent haikus. Here, have a look:

Obama Biden

note the master and puppet.

Obama Harris?

And again:

Wolves prey on the weak

The generous are naive

We need more woodsmen.

Wow, what can we say. Keep it coming, woodsman, simply outstanding. Wild wasn't short off the mark either:

Arrests they promised.

Impatient Yoda grows, hmmm?

Well? Waiting we are.

Yes, we are. Beauty, you see, meets truth. And then there's LL, who sums the whole thing up in an act of poetic Zen. Behold:

Concentrated mist

clear jewel on a leafpoint

drip, the river begins.

Beautiful, and keen-eyed readers will note LL's riff on my initial, let's get the haikus rolling, offering, "mist." What is this, some kind of poetry jam? Apparently, and I'll throw one more into the ring:

Kier Starmer is sad

He lost at the ballot box

Teeth gnash in darkness.

Excellent haikus from everyone and congrats to woodsman for prolix versifying. But I have to say LL is the winner. Good work, Mr. Wolf, you win this initial and coveted LSP Haiku award.

Cheers,

LSP