Would You Go To A Pop Festival?

 

when there's no more room in hell the dead shall walk the earth

The phone rang, "Hey, gotta minute?" Yes, it was Canada and I replied, "Sure, but only a minute or two because I have to drive out to the lake and say Mass. That's if I don't melt first, the cab's maybe 120*." 

Typical DLC Campaign Tent

My Northern cohort thought about this for a moment, "That's hideous. Turn on the engine and AC, have a smoke and let it cool down, try that." I did, and Alberta continued, "Here's what's happening, the kids are going to Shambhala, it's like Burning Man but maybe worse, so I'm babysitting." 

Some of the boys

The cab cooled and I replied, "You'd have to pay me a whole lotta cash to go to a place like that." Yes, of course, and now it's over to you, the reader. 

Coronation Chicken please, and Pimms

Would you go to a pop festival and if so, how? Here at DLC (Dallas Light Cavalry) HQ we feel it'd have to involve a small fleet of flatbeds, a powerful sound system  playing uplifting Imperial music, Curzon style, and several tents, to say nothing of staff. 

But that's us. As ever, your call,

LSP

Who Were These Men?

 

Who were the men who built the mighty British Empire? Were they effete, tofu gorging, soy swilling, self-apologizing, climate aggrandizing soi bois? Were they puberty blocking trans Rainbow Warriors? No, they were not. Here's IKB:

You'll note he had a knighthood, in contradistinction to Paul McCartney, give that man a K. My, how that worm's turned. Then there's Gladstone, the Great Statesman. Look at his face and ask, "Would he have been in favour of trans marriages, for a second."

No, of course not. Point being, who were these men? Giants.

Arduus Ad Solem,

LSP

All Hail The Empire

 

Behold the glory of Lord Curzon and the Raj. Of course people, especially the English, say the Empire was a terrible, heinous thing, because medicine, roads, no slavery, schools, law and all the rest was wicked and racist, unlike suttee and thugee.

And you know what those things mean. Chucking living widows on funeral pyres and strangling people, to the tune of 20,000 a year to the goddess Kali. Wicked? Yes. Racist? Hardly, it was homegrown, but don't talk about the equitable caste system.

Regardless, if you go to Trafalgar Square, even now, you'll be struck by the triumph of the thing, an exuberance of Union Jacks. I love that and I suspect a lot of English people do too, even as they're scorned by the dead hand of Blairite globalist leftism.

So, fire Cressida Dick, Sadiq Khan and all the other comsymp lefties who've taken over the sceptered isle with a view to destroying it.

Your call, Great Britain. Rise to it, please.

Emp. Ind.

LSP

Gurkhas!

Some say the British Army's dead and buried beneath cuts, the thudding hooves of the rainbow unicorn and BBC, Islington millionaire socialism. But that's not entirely true. 

The Brigade of Gurkhas, dam its colonialist soul, has had its largest intake of recruits in over three decades. You might enjoy their passing out parade. 

Open borders, all six of you readers, is a qualified thing.

‎कांथर हुनु भन्दा मर्नु राम्, 

LSP

Is Prince Philip A GOD?!?

Is Prince Philip a God? South Sea Islanders certainly seem to think so and here at the Compound we don't disagree.

Decorated Naval officer, anti-fascist war hero and all 'round hero of the Empire. Too bad that dominion's shrunk to the UK, maybe one day it'll get BREXIT sorted and take over Europe as opposed to the other way 'round. 

I'm not a betting man but I'll wager my fighting monkey that the Royal Marines could take out France and the Netherlands, leaving what's left of UKLF to deal with Italy, Spain, Germany and the rest. 

Still, the Europeans and the UK are gambling that they'll never, ever, have to fight another war. While Philip's at large they might want to think twice.

In the meanwhile, what do you think the Prince Consort thinks about "Fuzzy Wuzzies." You can imagine, but I'd suggest you don't bring Harry to the conversation.

Rule Britannia,

LSP

Happy Victoria Day!

Today I invite you to take a break from life's vicissitudes and have a holiday, because today is Victoria Day!

Typical Victoria Day Celebration

That's right, today we stand with our friends in Canada and celebrate Queen Victoria's birthday, a few days early to be accurate, but who cares?

Canada

So have some fun, turn off Steffie-the-Hobbit, don't get into any scraps with roving gangs of outlaw bikers, maybe take a break from compulsively reading the bad news which sweeps over us like an arching tidal wave. Whatever it takes.

Calgary

I might go on a Cell Phone Jihad, in which participants shoot up their old cell phones with high power rifles. Or I might not.

There's no rule. On Victoria Day.

LSP