Druids & Associated Idiocy

 

Julius Caesar wrote this about the Druids and their heathen religion: "[They] believe that the gods delight in the slaughter of prisoners and criminals, and when the supply of captives runs short, they sacrifice even the innocent." 

Note. Even the Romans, notoriously tolerant in their polytheism, scorned these pagans and slew them, erasing the forest dwelling killers. Well it appears they're back, check it out:

And just as we're recovering from Druid/Shaman rock, some enterprising soul bombed the Georgia Guidestones, which are a kind of Stonehengey monument to the New World Order, population control, and Soylent Green, all of that. 

Whether Klaus Schwab and his bought and paid for satraps get the message remains to be seen, unlike Nancy Pelosi on a beach in Italy, which is all too uncomfortably visible.

Try not to throw up.

Out Demons Out,

LSP

Solstice!

Yes, you got that right, it's the Solstice, the longest day of the year, a day when hippies come out to play and sing. 

In England that means dusting off the antlers, putting on your unicorn mask and heading off to The Stones for mysticke revelry. 

Keep it Clean, Hippies

If you're a top-level hippy, you can even dress up like a druid wizard. All good, harmless fun, eh?

Face Painting

Sure it is, until you wake up from a crazed body painting session and discover someone's ripped off your giro, leaving you possessed by a Special Brew demon.

The Magic Of The Stones

Here at the Compound we're not marking the Solstice by travelling to Austin's famous fiberglass stone circle, much less its superior English forbear, heck, we didn't even make it to Burning Man. But we are saying this.

Hose Them Down

If you meet the hippy on the road, hose it down, AR15 optional.

Love and Peace,

LSP

Winter Solstice Pagan Hi-Jinx!

Guess what, readers. It's the Winter Solstice! That means you get to worship the rebirth of the sun on the shortest day of the year and goof-off at the sacred circle, where the wizard sages sat. And steal stuff, along with all the other hippies.

Cheer up Pagans! Someone steal your Giro?

Don't bother about taking a shower or anything: 1. There isn't one and 2. You don't do that anyway. But go right ahead and get down with all the other thieves druids, just don't freak out when you end up in a Wicker Man and it's on fire.

Moonsong. A Priest of Pan

In related news, a self-described "priest of Pan," called Moonsong, wasn't too happy when Maine's Bureau of Motor Vehicles (BVM) wouldn't let him wear goat horns for his photo i.d. 

A Typical Pagan State i.d.

So Moonsong got in touch with the ACLU and before you could say "lawsuit," the BVM backed down and Moonsong gets to wear his goat horns. You can read the whole thing here.

What do we think about that, here at the Compound? It's obviously a great victory for pagans everywhere. But here's a thought, worshipers of the Horned God. What'd you do if the real deal turned up?

Mind how you go,

LSP

LL Comes To Town

I was banging on my nightvision monocular in a vain attempt to speak truth to power when the phone buzzed. Hunh, an email, from LL; I decrypted it. "Hey, LSP, let's meet up for dinner in Dallas. I'll be there on business."

A little later we were getting down to steak and heart attack potatoes, somewhere in Dallas. Steak is plentiful in Trump's America and it seemed right to take advantage of that, which we did, while catching up on business.

LL

"So what happened to the drones?"

"Well, they crashed, the drones crashed and if they want my help they'll have to pay."

"Payment is key."

"Right, and this new project looks promising. Things are better now since the election, unless you're Hillary with $7 million dollars worth of unneeded fireworks sitting on a barge and a trashed Victory Suit."

"Really, they were drunk on hubris."

A Typical White Wolf

Conversation moved on to the White Wolf Mine, the site of LL's future mountain redoubt. A safe space, if you like, far away from the insanity of the metrosprawl. I suggested that the fortress have a dry room for all the ammunition and, sure enough, an armory and ammo bunker are built into the plans. I'm pressing for a tower, too, but all good things in time.

It's Starting to Look a Lot Like Kwanzaa!

Speaking of which, I searched high and low for a Kwanzaa book to give in return for steak, but had to make do with Kipling. Next time.

Just a Couple of Druids

Thanks, LL, for a great meal. Good luck with Big Blue, A&M and the latest project. Build that Compound!

LSP

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Enjoy your celebration of this great saint but don't forget his remarkable asceticism, which began while he was a slave in Ireland:

“After I had come to Ireland I daily used to feed cattle, and I prayed frequently during the day; the love of God and the fear of Him increased more and more, and faith became stronger, and the spirit was stirred; so that in one day I said about a hundred prayers, and in the night nearly the same; so that I used even to remain in the woods and in the mountains; before daylight I used to rise to prayer, through snow, through frost, through rain, and I felt no harm; nor was there any slothfulness in me, as I now perceive, because the spirit was then fervent within me.” (Confessions §16)

As well as ridding Ireland of snakes and refuting demonic druids, Patrick abolished the island's slave trade. No mean feat, and I'd say we need his prayers today as much as ever. 

God bless,

LSP

Wildcat Awesome

I worked hard today, trying to turn the labyrinthine mendacity of the Episcopal Church's legal strategy, and tactics, into something that approached English. But in the back of my mind I was thinking of converting my existing 5.56 "upper" into something that shoots the hot-as-you-like 6.8 SPC. Why not?

Good question. A gun friend is already building me a Rainier upper receiver, and that'll shoot the 5.56 out of a good barrel. So why have another rifle in the same caliber when you can have something even better. What would it take?

A 6.8 barrel, (1:11) a 6.8 bolt, a mid-length handguard, and a magazine. Oh, and I'd want a new trigger. That's all. I have the other parts. And the result? 

Scorching awesomeness.

LL, who has probably forgotten more about shooting than I will ever know, can correct me if I'm wrong.

Don't Fear the Reaper,

LSP