It's the strangest thing, all over the UK patriots are putting up flags.
It's the strangest thing, all over the UK patriots are putting up flags.
This isn't a Frenchy blog; we're not Francophiles here at the Compound. On the contrary, we enjoy pre-lunch drinks in the Waterloo Room of the East India Club, that's us. But perhaps Marine LePen has a point and a good one?
⚡🇨🇵 Marine Le Pen:
— Adam Moczar (@AdamMoczar) August 13, 2025
"France will take all necessary steps.
Radical mosques will be closed, hate preachers will be expelled.
Salafism and the Muslim Brotherhood will be liquidated." pic.twitter.com/01CDPk3CdN
Could it possibly be that Leftist suicidal empathy is meeting it's match? In France? Well it better had do or there won't be anything left but a Caliphate and Hijabs all 'round.
Who knows, will Lutherans, Anglicans, Presbyterians and Roman Catholics wake up in defense of the Faith and its very current threat, or will they kowtow to Islam like the rainbow apostate Marxists they are.
Your Call,
LSP
Today's the great Feast of the Assumption, which is typically ignored or hated by protestants because they think it idolatry. Here at the Compound we think it a singular devotion appropriate to the Mother of God, Mary Most Holy, the House of Gold. Here:
Deus, qui virginálem aulam beátæ Maríæ, in qua habitáres, elígere dignátus es: da, quǽsumus; ut, sua nos defensióne munitos, jucúndos fácias suæ intéresse festivitáti: Qui vivis et regnas, cum Deo Patre in unitáte Spíritus Sancti, Deus, per ómnia sǽcula sæculórum."
Roughly translated by AI:
O God, Who chose the virginal dwelling of the blessed Mary to be Your abode, grant, we beseech You, that, defended by her protection, You may make us joyful to participate in her festival. Who lives and reigns with God the Father in the unity of the Holy Spirit, God, for ever and ever.
In other news, it's VJ Day and a friend went to the Cenotaph in London to mark it. Well done him, but he was one of a small handful to honor our forgotten army. Bad show, quondam Great Britain.
Best,
LSP
Yes, at last, it rained. What. Bliss. Of course if you lived in Ireland or, say, Aberystwth, it wouldn't be such a big deal but here in Texas it is. The heavens opened, lightning cracked down, thunder rolled and all was good on the porch of the Compound.
In related news, Texas Democrats are being redistricted out of existence. Could this gentle rain be their liberal tears, flowing from the rainbow heavens? Such sweet tears.
Your Gun Rights Pal,
LSP
Everything's just fine in the Sceptered Isle, which is why this Coinbase ad was banned from the UK's national networks. Almost as though they think the country's serf-peasant class weren't able to watch it on the internet. Here, have a look:
🚨 TV ADVERT DEPICTING THE STATE OF BRITAIN HAS BEEN BANNED!!!
— James Freeman (@james_freeman__) August 10, 2025
Coinbase CEO tweeted “Our ad which got banned in the UK by the TV networks has sparked quite a reaction. If you can't say it, then there must be a kernel of truth in it,” pic.twitter.com/gRIsJIWhEd
Sometimes, dear friends, it's better in song. On topic, do you remember a time when we used to accuse the Soviets, rightly, of banning free speech and dissent?
Cheers,
LSP
Just another day at the Compound. Go downstairs and there's a dog sleeping on the sofa, another dog's waiting on the landing, and lo and behold, there's an adorable puppy on your front porch. What to do? Abandon the pup as he starts to cry by your corner ferns? Allow the poor little creature to be gerrymandered outta existence like a Democrat fraud?
No, take the pup in, heal its wounds, clean out its fleas, watch it mewl and nip in its adorable way and then pass it on to animal services in Hillsboro Texas. "Dam, that's a pretty puppy. Here's what they do, throw 'em off on the corner of your yard."
Yeah they do, and that's too bad. The other option's this: throw out your unwanted dog in the country and drive off. Watch, or don't watch, as that dog packs up and starts to attack lambs, calves and all of that. Then behold the farmers who shoot that dog.
I did that once. A gang of Chows had packed up east of I35, threatening livestock and human beings. "LSP, you got a rifle? Gotta shoot some Chows." So we sallied forth, rifles in hand, against the Chow menace. Result? No Chows, someone had shot them the day before.
Point being, DO NOT drop your dog off as though it were some kind of trash. Not acceptable. Here at the Compound we do rescues but can only take so many in. Take note. We're also armed to the teeth.
Just some inspirational music.
Here's the thing, energy's really important to us but do we have enough for an ever expanding economy? Good question. No, we do not. Finite resource meets infinite demand, problem. Solution? Build nuclear power plants ON THE MOON.
Yep, that's what we're talkin' about. Get that fission off planet and beam it back to earth, and we'd better get there before Russia or China win the regolith award. Here's CNBC:
The U.S. should deploy a small nuclear power plant to the surface of the moon before China and Russia are able to do so, the interim head of NASA has told the space agency’s staff.
NASA should be ready to launch a reactor to the lunar surface by the first quarter of fiscal year 2030, Transportation Secretary Sean Duffy, who is serving as the space agency’s acting administrator, said in a directive to NASA dated July 31. This would work out to late 2029.
China and Russia are aiming to deploy a reactor to the moon by the mid-2030s to power a joint base, officials in Moscow and Beijing have said. The first country to deploy a reactor on the moon “could potentially declare a keep-out zone which would significantly inhibit the United States from establishing a planned Artemis presence if not there first,” Duffy warned NASA. The Artemis mission is NASA’s lunar exploration program, which was first announced in 2017.
NASA should issue a request for proposals to industry within 60 days, according to Duffy’s directive. The reactor should be able to generate 100 kilowatts of electricity at a minimum, according to the directive. It would be transported aboard a heavy class lander with a payload of 15 metric tons.
A reactor without a 100-kilowatt output could power about 80 U.S. homes. By contrast, the average nuclear reactor in the U.S. fleet can power more than 700,000 homes.
The NASA program, called Fission Surface Power, will rely on microreactor technology, according to Duffy’s directive. But no microreactor has been licensed by the Nuclear Regulatory Commission, let alone built in the U.S. President Donald Trump issued a series of executive orders in May that aim to expedite the commercialization of small nuclear reactors.
Duffy’s ambitious directive comes as the Trump administration has proposed steep cuts to NASA’s budget. The space agency also remains without a Senate-confirmed leader. Trump named Duffy as acting administrator after pulling his original nominee in May amid a feud with SpaceX CEO Elon Musk.
Politico first reported Duffy’s plans to launch a nuclear reactor to the moon.
Hey, why not? Imagine a Fukishima disaster in CONUS or France or Russia, awful. But what happens if all that nuke power is ON THE MOON. Safe, right? How we get the power back to Terra is another matter again, space elevators, massive nano wires, Graphene Oxide, MRNA shots? But whatever, off shore power to Luna and we'll all be rich and the environment saved.
Do you think, dear friends, that lunar power will be free?
Ad Astra,
LSP
Hubbard Texas is great in many ways, it has an attack helicopter for a war memorial, respect, an orthodox Anglican church where the sacrament's reserved and the door's unlocked, it even has Malone's old railway station which serves a parish hall. Good work, crew. And it has a pool.
We went there today. What a great little community pool, lying there cool and blue under a hot Texan sun. It was pretty empty too, with a few kids carrying on mas gusto to lift the spirits, but here's the thing - they were VERY well behaved. Like no kidding, I was pleasantly taken aback, as in there's hope for us yet. Yessir.
The lifeguard girl announced that she was "going to college" in September and I asked her where. Texas A&M. To do what? Engineering. Congrats kid, and well done that girl, and what a lot of fun to hang out by the water in this rural Texan haven. Why, the world asks, can't the COUNTY SEAT have such a thing?
A community pool, dear friends, is apparently beyond the imagination of our local overlords. Something, someone once sang, better change. And perhaps it will, now that fleeing, cowardly, hypocritical, malfeasant, brazen, criminal, deceitful Democrat politicians have warrants out for their arrest.What can we say? Haul 'em in, lock 'em up and throw away the key. I'm not holding my breath, but still, it's a nice gesture.
Your Old Pal,
LSP
Ignore and scorn Crowley, just chillax, consult your tailor and listen to the tune. See you on the Terrace.
Cheers,
LSP
So whadya do on a Monday mid-afternoon? Go for a ride around Hill County, of course. Don't be shy, drive down 171 and slow down through Bynum, there's not much there to be honest. Then scream into Malone, which used to be a prosperous German town with a railroad station, until it wasn't. Still, it's got several saloons which I haven't tried out, maybe later.
Next stop? Hubbard, aka Slap Out, because their general store was always slap out of goods. It's that way today, with a semi-derelict "high street" and relics of quondam prosperity, as in a few beautiful houses. Also, bear in mind, a small Anglican church where the Sacrament's reserved and the doors are open.
Hubbard's got a pool too, which looks awesome, and a war memorial in the form of a chopper. Stop, get out, and pay respect. After that, head to Irene. There's not much there and it's hard to tell where the farm ends and the town begins.
Fall back, mission accomplished, to the Compound, and wonder at the sheer demonic evil which has stripped these little towns of their prosperity. Keen-eyed readers will note that hideous windmills are lurching to the south east of this. Imagine the landfill. But you know what they say, gotta destroy the land to save the land. Big drinks all 'round.
Oh, did you hear about all of these Texan Democrat politicians who're about to be arrested for sheer, brazen malfeasance?
Cheers,
LSP
Jesus admonishes the multitude, "Take heed, and beware of all covetousness; for a man’s life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions." Covetousness, the inordinate desire and passion for worldly goods, which St. Paul describes as idolatry. So it is, an idolatry of material things at the expense of the true God.
Here's Benedict XVI, preaching on Palm Sunday some years ago:
A person can be materially poor yet his heart can be full of greed for wealth and for the power that derives from it. The very fact that he lives with envy and covetousness shows that, in his heart, he is one of the rich. He wants to reverse the division of goods so that he himself can take over the situation that was previously theirs.
The poverty that Jesus means - that the prophets mean - presupposes above all inner freedom from the greed for possession and the mania for power. This is a greater reality than merely a different distribution of possessions, which would still be in the material domain and thereby make hearts even harder. It is first and foremost a matter of purification of heart, through which one recognizes possession as responsibility, as a duty towards others, placing oneself under God’s gaze and letting oneself be guided by Christ, who from being rich became poor for our sake (see II Cor 8: 9).
Inner freedom is the prerequisite for overcoming the corruption and greed that devastate the world today. This freedom can only be found if God becomes our richness; it can only be found in the patience of daily sacrifices, in which, as it were, true freedom develops. It is the King who points out to us the way to this goal: Jesus, whom we acclaim on Palm Sunday, whom we ask to take us with him on his way.
I can't add to that, but will point out: We must be rich towards God and this heavenly treasure is Christ Himself. Therein lies true, unending, eternal value. And remember, while you're at it, there's no luggage rack on the back of a hearse.
What shall it profit a man?
Your Friend,
LSP
Vicious rumours that so-called "Baron" Brock and his hirsute ScyFy authour pal Michael Moorcock are running a second hand car dealership in Monmouth are entirely that, vicious rumours. In related news, NWO globalist attempts to swamp the people of the UK aren't sitting well with the gen. pop.
The peasants, dam 'em, are revolting. You see, perversely, the white working class don't want to be replaced by Moslem barbarian savages. How very racist.
Yeah, let's see how Ladbroke Grove this massive vote grab works out and don't say Enoch Powell. Rivers of blood, anyone?
Cheers,
LSP
And that's just the revolvers, don't say voting rolls, census, banana republic fraud, Dominion, Hillary or any of that. No, just get a couple of pistols clean and wonder at the obedient sheepistry of countries like England, Ireland, Scotland, Canada and Australia. Like what's with the demographic suicide of the Anglosphere? Huh.
OK, sure, hand your guns over to the State, because it loves you so very, very much, just like it did the Red Indians. Remember them? And, obviously, you'll be so much better defended when you're defenseless. Not unlike Climate Logic, when you think on it, the warmer it is the colder it gets. Or Tax Logic. The more you pay the richer you are. Except that you're not.
That in mind, word to the wise. Free men defend themselves, slaves can not.
Gun Rights,
LSP
So it's come to this. Loading up the Old Pumpkin plyboard onto the bed of the rig, driving her off to the country, sawing up some 2x4 and hey presto! you've got a target. Don't get me wrong, setting up that pumpkin beast ready to shoot wasn't easy, nossir, not in triple digit climate change. But we got the job done.
Next step? Take the storied pumpkin out to 100 yards from the shooting house and behold the sheer awesomeness of it. Fire a few rounds from a couple of .38 SPC snubbies, see if the pistols actually work. Lo and behold, they do, result.
Then staple an enemy Green Terr onto the unassuming pumpkin. There zhe is, in silhouette. Square off against that dangerous persyn from the tailgate and have at it, snubbie style. Result? Not bad. A ferocious little Rock River Arms double action hit reliably center mass, though its heavy trigger didn't help. Still, a 200 buck pistol? Does the job, right on.
A little single action Smith performed beautifully. Man, what a gem of a pistol. I finished off the shoot with 5 rounds in or around the X Ring without hardly trying. 3 pound trigger does, indeed, make a difference.
What a lot of fun. Just you, the guns, the pumpkin, the Green Terr and God's own Texan countryside. Beautiful.
Cowboy Candy? Wait, what? Jalapenos? Yes, exactly. Here at the Compound we're going green and growing our own food, and part of this means jalapenos. But here's the thing, These plants, by the grace of God, produce an abundant harvest; so many peppers, so what to do? Candy those homegrown bad boys. Here's how.
Raise many adorable jalapeno seedlings. Watch them spout and grow, and then transplant them to the ground of your compound. Good, honest, down to earth work. Then water them and watch them grow, like a gardener. No kidding, in time they'll start to flower and bear fruit, peppers. Harvest those peppers and behold the glory of God's creation as you do. Then?
Boil up a cup of cane sugar, a half cup of apple cider vinegar, add 1/4 tsp of mustard seed, celery seed and turmeric and 1/2 tsp of kosher salt. Bring all this to a boil and simmer for a few minutes as you slice up a 1/2 pound of peppers.
Add the jolly peppers to your simple syrup, let 'em boil for a few minutes until vaguely shriveled, then transfer your garden grown goodness to a mason jar using a slotted spoon. It's not hard, just do it. Next step, simmer the spiced syrup for four or five minutes and then pour it on top of the peppers in their specially sterilized jar.
Somewhat in awe of this garden-to-mason-jar progress, stand back and have a glass of cold white wine, you've deserved it, and let the syrup simmer for a few more minutes. That done, pour it over the peppers in their shiny, glassy jar. Well done, let it rest, like the good Lord on the Sabbath, then seal up the jar, put it in the fridge and wait for a couple of weeks.
Net result? I tell you, dear friends, total awesomeness. Word to the wise, don't touch your eyes while you're at it.
LSP
In the UK you can be censored or go to jail for the sheer, brazen, literal temerity of daring to criticize the policies of that country's benevolent rulers. Pay attention, serfs, we're watching you, for your own benefit. And remember this, you thought criminals.
Diversity is our strength and you'd better not disagree unless you want a knock on the door by the freedom police. Yes, to protect the children, obviously.
Do you think that at some point, perhaps in the near future, that even the mild-mannered English will have had enough of Free Speech Britain? Maybe some still remember the old song which went something like this, "Britons never, never, never shall be slaves."
Rule Britannia,
Maybe you've noticed there's a certain amount of turmoil in the once United Kingdom. You see, their beloved rulers had this clever plan, Viz. Import millions of third world savages into shoebox size island on account of imperial guilt. Get votes. Make landlords moar richer, and get all that cheap labour to boot. What a great scheme.
Everlasting political power meets across-the-aisle profiteering and guess what, we all make loads of money, except for the serfs, they suffer. Genius. But maybe, just maybe, this two-bit ponzi's being called. Brits aren't, apparently, too desperately keen on being replaced by Jihad savages. Go figure.
300,000 British protesters just conquered central London. I don’t think arresting Tommy Robinson had the effect they were hoping for… pic.twitter.com/SlRGb5GXnT
— Inevitable West (@Inevitablewest) October 26, 2024
Diversity is our Strength, and let's not say it'll end in tears.
Your Best Friend,
LSP
There's been great tumult at the Compound lately. Decks and sidewalks power washed, yard furniture stripped and painted, new deck furniture bought, end of season discount thank you very much; cars bought, books moved, yes, there's hundreds if not thousands of these miscreants, guns cleaned, house cleaned, steak grilled, libs and their comsymp cohort denounced on the daily, Johnny Cash and Led Zep played on continuous loop, and so it goes on.
What can I say, busy, but not in a bad way. At the end of this evolution we'll see the old place emerge stronger, brighter, and better put together than ever before. It's not all there yet but work continues and the end's in sight. Insomuch, obviously, as we'll ever reach perfection in this short and all too flawed life. Hey now, τέλος.
Speaking of which, who would've thought our country's intel, media and executive would've pushed and executed the absurd, risible, brazen, stoopid, malfeasant, deceitful, treasonous lie that Trump was a RUSSIAN AGENT. Like what? Yet they did. Who knows, maybe Comey, Clapper, Brennan, Hillary and the Magic 0 will be held accountable.
Don't hold your breath, dear friends,
LSP
You see, on the one hand there's cars. V6 racing suspension and all of that. Some love it, even here at the Compound. Then, on the other hand, there's Clubs. Have a look:
Are these two things opposed? Hardly, go together like guns and guitars. At least that's what I think and I'm sticking to it.
Your Ancient Pal,
LSP
PS. Let's see DNI theater turn to hands behind bars, please, not that anyone's holding their breath.
I present to you yet again Spirit of the Age. Behold:
Resist the NWO and its Illuminati satraps with all your might.
Best,
LSP
No, not from me, far from it, but Austin Farrer strikes again. From Crown of the Year:
THE minister at the altar still uses the ancient attitude of prayer; he holds out the palms of his hands, like a child waiting for you to throw him a ball, or like a man going out to feel the falling rain after a great drought. The bread of God falls like the manna from heaven; bring out your baskets, hold out your arms. God will fill your empty vessels if you will uncover them. You who come to this sacrament, what are your wants? Open the gulf of your desire, that God may fill it. Who desires holiness, who desires to care more for others than for himself, who hungers and thirsts for the Spirit of Jesus Christ? Ask, he says, and you shall receive, but ask.
Yes indeed.
God bless,
LSP
What can I say? Rock on.
Then there's Tulsi referring Clapper, Comey, Brennan and the Magick 0 to the DOJ. About dam time. Let's see if anything comes of it, which I doubt, but stand optimistically ready to be surprised. Some people say the whole nefarious den of evil makes Watergate look like child's play.
Hey, let's see some heads roll, please.
Not holding my breath,
LSP