There'll Always Be An England

 

What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you see this? Here at the Compound we immediately say "ride on!", mas gusto.

 

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— Genius Tech (@Geniustechw) April 22, 2026

But of course the repellent Socialists and Commies want to destroy this and replace it with... who knows, they have no solution apart from destruction. We say No to their Satanic nihilist scheme and while we're at it, since when did a country having a border and being an actual country become Fascist? Sneak preview, when the Left decided to flood the West with imported votes.

Nein Danke,

LSP

Your Old Pal

 

Well here we all are, dancing on the bonfire of the vanities, and what a fire it is. NetZero, Open Borders, Diversity is our Strength, Islam is a religion of peace, debt is wealth, Gender's a "construct," ffs, and on. We live, dear friends, in a world of lies and they're evaporating as lies always do. But what's left when Left/Lib sloganeering's run its course?

Power. Sheer, objective, no holds barred power. We're seeing that right now in the Persian Gulf, for example. But here's the thing. Power can be exercised wisely, in pursuit of virtue and the common good. And it can be exercised badly, in pursuit of selfish interest.

Where do we, here in the US, stand? I'd like to say on virtue and the common good, but how can these qualities be part of our reckoning if we've abandoned the Faith which undergirds them? Serious question, punters.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

PS> Word to the wise, shop for your sun glasses on Ebay. Sayn.

Taps

 

You're maybe recovering from "Cherry" Vann, we are here at the Compound, but note this. Taps just rang across this small town, pre-recorded from the bell tower of the Court House, yes it should be a church. But whatever, very moving, and a call to stop for a moment and pray for those who put their lives in harm's way and beyond.

Without them, where would we be? On topic, have any of you been to a quiet, peaceful, calm, civilized English village or small town? Sure you have. Go in, if you haven't already, to the parish church, a building which has stood for maybe a thousand years or more.

It'll be open, unlike our churches in Texas, so go through that ancient oak door and wonder at the thing, a place where Christians have worshipped for at least hundreds of years. As you do, look at their War Memorials. The first one, typically 1914-18.

Take a little time over it, read the names, there are many of them, hundreds even, all from tiny country villages and towns, men who died when there was real labor on the land. Working men, agricultural laborers and the like, enlisted men. Yes indeed, but also commissioned ranks who were hugely slaughtered, destroying the nation's ruling or governing class. 

We could call the latter "gentry," those people who had enough land and income to not have to work, who gave themselves accordingly to the good of the people. You may recall, only men with a settled income could become MPs.

Those men built the greatest Empire the world has ever seen and were destroyed by WWI, WWII and the utter evil of Socialism, the very politics of greed and envy. Pray, ye heathen, for those who gave their lives that we could live free.

Boodles Forever,

LSP

Some Kind Of Pathetic Joke

 

Keen-eyed observers of the Anglican scene will have noticed that the Church of Wales, led by Archbishop figure "Cherry" Vann has given the green light for same-sex blessing rituals to be added to their rainbow spell book Book of Common Prayer.

According to the Living Church (TLC), the vote to include gay worship rituals was approved by a two thirds majority in the tiny denom's Governing Body and Cherry was all about it. No wonder, she's a lesbian who lives with Wendy Diamond, a retired Council worker, go figure. Here's the TLC:

“We want everybody to be able to hold their views with integrity whilst not losing sight of the image of God that resides in all of us. We want to build a church that can make space for each other whatever our different perspectives.”

Archbishop Vann has been together with Wendy Diamond, a retired council employee, for 30 years. They entered a civil partnership in 2015. Vann had kept their relationship quiet in church circles until she became Bishop of Monmouth in 2020.

“For years we kept our relationship secret because I worried about waking up and finding myself outed on the front page of a newspaper,” Vann said in The Guardian. “Now, Wendy joins me everywhere, and when I take services, it’s just normal. But in England she had to stay upstairs if I had a meeting in the house.”

 

Yeah, "space for each other." Unless, of course, you're an actual Christian who believes in the revealed Word of God and the Apostolic teaching of the Church, neither of which in any way sanction the unfortunately named Cherry's preferred and unrepentant mode of life. C'mon, Cherry, don't try to let yourself off the hook by redefining your imperfection out of existence in the name of love, of all things.

When you think on it, dear readers, using "love" as as a blanket term get out of jail free card comes dangerously close to the sin against the Holy Spirit, who is Love in Person. What can we say? Father, forgive them for they know not what they do, we hope. Leaving aside culpable ignorance, you'll be unsurprised to know that the Church of Wales has shrunk by a something like 30% since 2004 and now stands at a risible 29,301 worshippers on any given Sunday.

At this rate it'll be almost entirely gone in a generation, and you know what they say, fight against the Holy Spirit and be relentlessly destroyed by that same Spirit. Leo, take note.

Your Pal,

LSP

So What Have We Learned?

 

So what have we learned. In no particular order:

Islam is a right menace, yes, they want to conquer us

White Rhodesia was significantly better than Black Zim

Having an actual navy is actually important

Net Zero is an utter fake scam

Import the Third World, get the Third World

 

OK, all good lessons, but what about this. If your money's an IOU at interest to a central bank, then every cent you own is a depreciating asset, not unlike a car. Word to the wise, invest in reality, gold, silver, eyries in the Mogollon, spiritual truth. What, "spiritual truth?"

Yes, exactly that, spiritual truth. There is such a thing you know, and it's to be found in the Gospel, the Church, the Mass, and in Christ Himself.

Every Blessing,

LSP

This Is Utterly Appalling!

 

What can we say? Erika.

Dj . Adolfo Hitler . Tema Erika «Auf der Heide blüht ein kleines Blümelein», es una marcha militar compuesta en la década de 1930 por Herms Niel, y pronto empezó a utilizarse por la Wehrmacht.
Honor al Nacional Socialismo. pic.twitter.com/KDnVpX6KmV

— Roby Trabucon (@robytrabucon) April 16, 2026

Thanks, Herr Doktor Swanenstein, for the heads up.

Heimat,

LSP 

Blinded By The Light

 

Have you recovered from last night's lengthy Gloucestershire Regiment infovid? I was, believe it or not, part of that illustrious crew, though not for very long, became a Padre you see. That in mind, the last few days was all about Ma LSP and Dallas. She's making a good recovery, thank God.

Now? Back in the bucolic rural haven that is this part of Texas, even as outraged locals riot in Epsom, Surrey(!), Ireland, Brussels and on. Why would they be so annoyed? Perhaps because their beloved rulers have imported hundreds of thousands or millions of third world savages who rape the locals' women. How dare they protest, what utter racists.

In similar news, have you noticed Iran being mighty quiet lately, even as we impose a naval blockade on their wretched ports and effectively take over the Straits of Hormuz America? Curious thing, ain't it, how a country with an actual navy can impose a port blockade. Take note, erstwhile Great Britain.

Cheers,

LSP

GLORIOUS GLOSTERS

 

My crew, all hail the Gloucesters.

But were the bottles thrown at the commies at Imjin brought on through drunkenness? Just a thought.

Power to 'em,

LSP

Straits Of America

 

Just of the 'phone with the President of the Ghost Club, who tells me he's written an essay on the Radiant Boy, Viscount Castlereagh and all of that. All of that being a curse which followed Castlereagh to his nephew, Fitzroy, who slit his throat. The cursed Fitzroy, you'll be interested to know, sailed on the Beagle with Darwin before ending his life.

🇨🇳🇮🇷🇺🇲CHINA has issued a strong warning to US reinstating that China has an energy agreement with IRAN and it ships will not be intercepted.

Chinese Defense Ministry:

‘Chinese ships continue to move in and out of the waters of the Strait of Hormuz. We have trade and energy… pic.twitter.com/M3yNLwuJFU

— Global Surveillance (@Globalsurv) April 13, 2026

That in mind, the Straits appear to be closed. Sorry, Lloyds.

See you in Clubland,

LSP

Stardust

 

Stardust

Be good,

LSP

What Is This?

 

What is this? A spokespersyn for ACoC (Anglican Church of Canada)? A Tower Hamlets Council member or maybe an Episcopal priestess from San Francisco? Perhaps she runs a trans theater workshop in Gaza, but no, none of that, this is Ireland's Minister for Defence. Seriously, no kidding, she even has a name, Helen McEntee, and Rainbow Helen's tasked the country's military with putting down the ongoing protests against outrageous taxation and replacement level immigration.

You see, the Rainbow Unicorn's all about tolerance and love until it decides to gore you with its horn. That in mind, we might pray that Ireland's soldiers refuse to attack the people they're sworn to protect. Per one commenter on social media, "The military has a range of options from enthusiastic obedience, through going through the motions ineptly, to open rebellion. They are Irish. I hope they will choose wisely."

Situation Developing,

LSP

A NEW RED COAT

 

Congrats to young L, a nephew, who just became an Irish Guard; he gets his bearskin next week. Well done, that man, good work.

Of course he wants to go and blow stuff up, obvs. 

Arma Virumque Cano,

LSP

Peasants Revolt!

 

Have you been following Ireland, Southern Ireland? It used to be a Catholic country until it was taken over by Globalists and their useful idiot rainbow followers. Net result? Huge tax increases to "save the environment" and a nifty immigration strategy which replaces the indigenous population with new votes.

Neat plan, but oh dear, the local working class don't support your trans revolution, so you just import millions of savages who do and remain in power forever. Until, that is, the imports form their own voting blocks and start throwing lesbian theater troupe players off the nearest hi-rise in Dublin. Or, of course, the locals revolt.

The Hills Are Alive 🇮🇪

Thousands of Vehicles on tonight's Donegal Fuel Protest Drive-Slow Convoy travelling here from Manor Motors to The Dry Arch Roundabout in Letterkenny.

Well Done To Everyone That Showed Up To Support The Hard Working Irish People. pic.twitter.com/YvfeTfVL5C

— Erin Hanzo (@ManDearSir) April 9, 2026

Lo and behold. Unsurprisingly, the locals have had enough of being replaced and appear to have risen up, with farmers and truckers blocking roads in and into Dublin itself, to say nothing of ports et al. Quelle horrible disaster. To that end, the Power in the Emerald Isle deputed a Canadian import policewoman to tell the protesters to back off or face the full "rigour" of the law. Remember the Canadian trucker's rally, anyone? But here's the thing.

Will the Gardai and what's pathetically left of the Irish Army actually beat up and if necessary shoot their brothers, sisters and fellow patriots? It seems their Canadian colleagues in crime were pretty much up to it. Ireland? I'd wager a different story, but that's just optimistic me.

Some say Ireland's the fuse to ignite Europe; fair play, it's not as though they haven't muscle memory when it comes to a fight. So there is that, but feel free to dive in and offer an opinion. As always, you the reader be the judge. But here's my take, for what little it's worth, I'd be dam hesitant to raise the Irish.

Yours,

LSP

So What Did Tomorrow Bring?

 

what level of psycho is this?

A ceasefire, apparently, which led some members of Dallas HQ to scratch their heads and ask, "So what exactly did we achieve by this little Middle Eastern adventure?" Good question, and I wasted no time picking up the Satphone and speed dialing Pete, "Hey, Pete, it's LSP, what's the story?" He mumbled something about "bunnies" and signed off.

Thanks a lot, SECWAR, but maybe he was worried about opsec and our lack of a SKIF. He needn't have, one was installed today, neatly camouflaged as a water heater. The old SKIF had broken, you see, and we had to get a new one. It works well and I enjoyed talking with the lead SKIF Tech about hunting and fishing, mostly fishing.

Look, a new SKIF

He wasn't too keen on people who boasted about catching small trout after clambering about in streams with waders, and even less keen on a pal who took his teenage daughter(!) hog hunting with knives only, "He showed me the video, man," and grimaced. I made the sign of the Cross, with good reason.

That in mind, some people can get bloodthirsty and  perversely weird in the hunting field. I've noticed this and don't like it, not that I'm any kind of expert. Going for fish on the Brazos or Lake Whitney? Different story. Speaking of which, must get back on the water and SKIF Tech agreed, "Gotta clean out the boat first, renew the tag." And that's just it, d'ye need a boat to get on the fish?

How utterly pathetic. At least she's not rusty even if inoperable

I asked my friend about this, who grinned in that toothy way of his, offering nothing; not unlike Pete when you think on it. My take? Boats are evidently a hassle, which you circumvent by having a friend with one or several and using theirs, see the UK. Problem is, you don't get something for nothing. If, for example, you abuse and mock and scorn your old pal, he's unlikely to let you on his boat.

There's a moral in this short tale of North Central Texan life, if you care to draw it.

Yours,

LSP

Hurry On Sundown

 

This seems appropriate, right about now:

Bombers have reportedly taken off from the UK and elsewhere, so I guess we'll find out soon enough.

Sit. developing,

LSP

Back in Dallas

 

Here we are, punters, back at Dallas HQ for Easter Monday and it's not bad. Birds sing, the sun shines and all's well in this small urban haven, a far cry from the race  track chaos of the 'sprawl. In fact, it's more peaceful than the Country Compound because there's no roosters here. Don't get me wrong, roosters play their part and add a kind of problem farm authenticity to the scene, but they're mighty loud. Maybe not as loud as shrieking peacocks, but still.

In other news, you may have followed the pretty remarkable rescue of one of our downed pilots, all kinds of hyper specops action, and some say more than that. They think the raid was a play to get at the mullahs' uranium, and maybe they have a point. But what do I know? Nothing. Why? Because SECWAR Hegseth hasn't been returning my calls. C'mon, Pete, pick up the 'phone.

What if America is already far richer than anyone in the swamp is allowed to admit?

What if the real drag on the Republic isn’t taxes, isn’t debt, isn’t even the deficit, it’s Europe?

What if NATO was never a mutual defense pact, but a 75-year subscription America forgot to…

— John Ʌ Konrad V (@johnkonrad) April 6, 2026

Speaking of Persia, 47's been blowing up the airwaves with all kinds of mad bomber incendiarism, "Praise be to Allah!" and dropping an F Bomb on the Straits of Hormuz, It'll be a "GUSHER," and on. What do you make of this? Serious question.

My take, for what little it's worth because SECWAR's apparently blocked me, is something like this: Team Trump hoped for a quick fix. Bold call, didn't get it. So pump up the volume and the bombs and the threats until the other side gets it and walks away before a JDAM hits their bedroom. 

Quite the message. But oh dear, Team Mullah refuses to bend the knee, with their blend of zero sum perverse martyr Islamic sensibility. Next step, 47 gets really loud in the probably doomed expectation that IRGC gets that memo, Viz. if you don't step away from the country we're going to utterly destroy you.

As you know, gentlemen and gentlewomen, the US is more than capable of carrying out the threat of destroying Iran as a functional country. 47, it seems, would prefer we didn't but isn't afraid to go Godzilla all-in if that's what it takes. That's the message, as I see it, Pete might agree, I don't know, he isn't answering calls, perhaps he's busy.

Personally, I'd love it if the Islamo-Marxists who run Persia were taken down, whether we do it remains to be seen. Whatever the case, it's one heckuvva gamble, not least with people's lives, and I hate that. Granted, wars must be fought given our fallen imperfection, but we, as Christians, are about life not death. We build, they destroy. Let's pray the US is on the right side of this Eastertide equation.

Forgive the ramble and feel free to comment on the sit. In other words, what's your take? Over to you.

Cano Arma Virumque,

LSP

Werewolves Of London

 

Care to join me in London in May? Big fun guaranteed, bet the monkey on it. All welcome, not joking, dm to RSVP.

We're the people who firebombed Dresden to rubble and obliterated two Japanese cities. Take note, my friends.

Your Pal,

LSP

Christ Has Risen

 

Happy Easter! Our Savior has risen, triumphant over death and hell. St. John Chrysostom exclaims:

If any man be devout and love God, let him enjoy this fair and radiant triumphal feast. If any man be a wise servant, let him rejoicing enter into the joy of his Lord. If any have labored long in fasting, let him now receive his recompense. If any have wrought from the first hour, let him today receive his just reward. If any have come at the third hour, let him with thankfulness keep the feast. If any have arrived at the sixth hour, let him have no misgivings; because he shall in nowise be deprived thereof. If any have delayed until the ninth hour, let him draw near, fearing nothing. If any have tarried even until the eleventh hour, let him, also, be not alarmed at his tardiness; for the Lord, who is jealous of his honor, will accept the last even as the first; He gives rest unto him who comes at the eleventh hour, even as unto him who has wrought from the first hour.

And He shows mercy upon the last, and cares for the first; and to the one He gives, and upon the other He bestows gifts. And He both accepts the deeds, and welcomes the intention, and honors the acts and praises the offering. Wherefore, enter you all into the joy of your Lord; and receive your reward, both the first, and likewise the second. You rich and poor together, hold high festival. You sober and you heedless, honor the day. Rejoice today, both you who have fasted and you who have disregarded the fast. The table is full-laden; feast ye all sumptuously. The calf is fatted; let no one go hungry away.

Enjoy ye all the feast of faith: Receive ye all the riches of loving-kindness. let no one bewail his poverty, for the universal kingdom has been revealed. Let no one weep for his iniquities, for pardon has shown forth from the grave. Let no one fear death, for the Savior’s death has set us free. He that was held prisoner of it has annihilated it. By descending into Hell, He made Hell captive. He embittered it when it tasted of His flesh. And Isaiah, foretelling this, did cry: Hell, said he, was embittered, when it encountered Thee in the lower regions. It was embittered, for it was abolished. It was embittered, for it was mocked. It was embittered, for it was slain. It was embittered, for it was overthrown. It was embittered, for it was fettered in chains. It took a body, and met God face to face. It took earth, and encountered Heaven. It took that which was seen, and fell upon the unseen.

O Death, where is your sting? O Hell, where is your victory? Christ is risen, and you are overthrown. Christ is risen, and the demons are fallen. Christ is risen, and the angels rejoice. Christ is risen, and life reigns. Christ is risen, and not one dead remains in the grave. For Christ, being risen from the dead, is become the first fruits of those who have fallen asleep. To Him be glory and dominion unto ages of ages. Amen.

 

Christus Surrexit, Alleluia!

LSP

Holy Saturday

 

The body of Christ lies in the tomb and the harrowing of Hell begins,  κατάβασις.

O God, who dost illumine this most holy night with the glory of the Lord's resurrection: Stir up, we beseech thee, in thy Church that Spirit of adoption which is given unto us in Baptism, that we, being regenerate both in body and soul, may render unto thee a pure service; through the same Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end. Amen.

 

DFTR,

LSP

Good Friday

 

It is finished, Jesus has died on the Cross. Benedict XVI reflects:

This evening, in faith, we have accompanied Jesus as he takes the final steps of his earthly journey, the most painful steps, the steps that lead to Calvary. We have heard the cries of the crowd, the words of condemnation, the insults of the soldiers, the lamentation of the Virgin Mary and of the women. Now we are immersed in the silence of this night, in the silence of the cross, the silence of death. It is a silence pregnant with the burden of pain borne by a man rejected, oppressed, downtrodden, the burden of sin which mars his face, the burden of evil. Tonight we have re-lived, deep within our hearts, the drama of Jesus, weighed down by pain, by evil, by human sin.

What remains now before our eyes? It is a crucified man, a cross raised on Golgotha, a cross which seems a sign of the final defeat of the One who brought light to those immersed in darkness, the One who spoke of the power of forgiveness and of mercy, the One who asked us to believe in God’s infinite love for each human person. Despised and rejected by men, there stands before us “a man of suffering and acquainted with infirmity, one from whom others hide their faces” (Is 53:3).

But let us look more closely at that man crucified between earth and heaven. Let us contemplate him more intently, and we will realize that the cross is not the banner of the victory of death, sin and evil, but rather the luminous sign of love, of God’s immense love, of something that we could never have asked, imagined or expected: God bent down over us, he lowered himself, even to the darkest corner of our lives, in order to stretch out his hand and draw us to himself, to bring us all the way to himself. The cross speaks to us of the supreme love of God and invites, today, to renew our faith in the power of that love, and to believe that in every situation of our lives, our history and our world, God is able to vanquish death, sin and evil, and to give us new, risen life. In the Son of God’s death on the cross, we find the seed of new hope for life, like the seed which dies within the earth.

This night full of silence, full of hope, echoes God’s call to us as found in the words of Saint Augustine: “Have faith! You will come to me and you will taste the good things of my table, even as I did not disdain to taste the evil things of your table... I have promised you my own life. As a pledge of this, I have given you my death, as if to say: Look! I am inviting you to share in my life. It is a life where no one dies, a life which is truly blessed, which offers an incorruptible food, the food which refreshes and never fails. The goal to which I invite you … is friendship with the Father and the Holy Spirit, it is the eternal supper, it is communion with me … It is a share in my own life (cf. Sermo 231, 5).

Let us gaze on the crucified Jesus, and let us ask in prayer: Enlighten our hearts, Lord, that we may follow you along the way of the cross. Put to death in us the “old man” bound by selfishness, evil and sin. Make us “new men”, men and women of holiness, transformed and enlivened by your love.

 

Ave Crux Spes Unica,

LSP