Surfing The Vibe

 

Perhaps some of you remember Hunter Thompson's "Wave Speech." Viz.

Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era—the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west, and with the right kind of eyes, you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

HST, most certainly surfing the vibe while discerning it to boot. Speaking of vibe, and this dates me, I remember my dad teaching a class at UWM in what, maybe 1968? There were all these shoeless, long haired fellas with headbands sitting cross legged on our living room floor for a seminar on Tolkein. My poor Mother, imagine the debris they left behind, but far out nonetheless, and I think right on the cresting wave of Thompson's watermark.

Hideous

Now, today? The choppy, sewage-ridden backwash of Hunter's breaking wave has left us in a sink of dissolved institutions and standards, see the collapse of the Western family and birth rate, and a risible university led Cultural Marxist orthodoxy. See what used to be Great Britain, where import the vote equals Raysism.

England, I think, and for what little it's worth, is beginning to wake up to their great replacement in the name of Diversity is our Strength, which it obviously isn't. America certainly has, and you'll note the descendants of Hunter's high watermark howling and shrieking about it. Tough luck, oh dear. But hold on, Parse Thompson as talking about the Uniparty, Old and Evil. Maybe his cresting wave of the '60s was just the beginning of a more thorough root and branch takedown.

Do bear in mind, dear friends, that I am a Monarchist, Chuck Cider 3 notwithstanding. And no pagan.

Yours,

LSP

The King Returns

 

Better in song? Here at the Compound we think it is. So expressive, beyond prose. So here's a song:

Rousing, eh? Of course we're shameless Monarchists here, in the frozen depths of Texas, where the climate's changed on account of our not paying enough tax. Oops. Now you pay the price, ICE. What an historic day.

Cheers,

LSP

Are You A Nihilist Traitorous Bolshevik?

  

Obviously not at the Compound, you'll be pleased to know. Here, let's listen to some music, in mem HRH Henrietta Maria. I think it's French, but whatever:

Henrietta was,  to my mind, a hero who helped fund the fightback against demonic Puritan tyranny. Look, here's an infographic:

Satanic then, demonic now. See the UK's Parliament, which can't even bring itself to condemn Pakistani Moslem rape gangs. Good work, Satans. You have been weighed in the balance and found wanting.

Deus Vult,

LSP

Charles I

 

It's the Martyr King's Feast today; they killed him on January 30th, 1649. We do not forget this Christian monarch who rode into Edgehill I in golden armour. That was, when you think on it, the last shout of the Middle Ages, and what a chivalric shout it was. But let's not forget Henrietta Maria, here she is:

You'll note her very well deserved pearls. No Bishop No King, eh?

Your Pal,

LSP

What Are Your Politics?

 

Such an obnoxious question, and that in mind I remember standing decades ago before a roaring fire at a drinks party, in a soutane no less. An untidy woman came up, announced herself as a social worker and asked, "What are your politics?" 

Resisting the urge to say, "Dam your impudence," I held fire while a senior priest leaned over and offered, "I wouldn't ask him, dear, he's Hitler's chaplain." She walked off, discomforted. But that was then, this is now. What are your politics? Well I can't speak for all three of you who read this Space Reich mind blog, but I can speak for myself. 

Henrietta Maria

In sum: Both parties are unfit-for-purpose copies of something they might once have been; labels giving people the illusion of choice in their governance. Call it it a Uniparty if you like, a uniparty which has become increasingly intent on enriching itself at the expense of the people it governs. By all means call it a self-serving oligarchy, made all the more revolting for hiding and masquerading under leftist, liberationist slogans.

OK, we could go on into further tyranny but what's the positive, what do you actually stand for, as opposed to against. Good question. For me: The Catholic Faith, once delivered, and by extension, No Bishop No King. 

Newbury 2

I guess that'd make me a Monarchist, as above so below? In the meanwhile, do we even have elections anymore? Asking for a friend before zhe gets arrested.

Chime in as you will,

LSP

Behold The Face Of Evil

Have you witnessed a more despicable, venal, traitorous, corrupt, lying, malfeasant spectacle than the Democrats derailing stimulus for America in a time of crisis? And it is a crisis, people can't make rent,  payroll, are losing their jobs and don't know, day to day, if they'll be in an ICU tomorrow.

Pelosi and Schumer don't care. Why would they? They're Millionaire Socialists so the affairs of working people, of the underclass who can't afford private jets, adrenachrome and private islands don't concern them. Who cares if flyover country dies while we wax fat off the proceeds in our gated mansions?

Here's Ted Cruz:

"What in the hell does a windmill have to do with this crisis?" @SenTedCruz @realDonaldTrump @parscale pic.twitter.com/u49CZnvEdZ

— 🇺🇸🇺🇸 Miguelifornia 🇺🇸🇺🇸 (@michaelbeatty3) March 23, 2020

Well said, Ted, who may be a fool but /ourfool. In the meanwhile, I know more than a few of the small handful who read this simple mind blog have served. Question. Is there not a unit ready, willing and able to take out the traitors sabotaging our country and the lives of its citizens?

You know, like the way Charles I attempted to take out Parliament but failed, or Cromwell who succeeded.

Thanks in advance for advice.

DFTR,

LSP