Clean. It. Up.

 

wash that filth away

Here's the thing. Our hard-won civilization may be dissolving before our eyes but that's no excuse to let standards slip, far from it. To that end I pressure washed the pavement leading up to HQ and the porch itself, along with the venerable Compound's timber sided west wall and windows.

Great result, everything looks fresh and weirdly civilized. Ferns hang, cushions, ahem, sit on swing, and the deck's clean and ready for action. The total, when you think about it, reverse of our hell-hole cities. So congrats on a good job well done; the Compound breathes clearly now because dirt and grime has been washed away. It all looks... strangely white.

There's a moral in this, if you care to draw it.

Your Pal,

LSP

Power Wash

 

So what's going on at the Compound? Good question. Power washing the back deck with a Hyper Tough pressure washer. Wow, watch that grime get washed away.

Next step? Sand the ancient timbers of the deck or merely cover them with a stained seal? Dunno, let's see what kind of wisdom prevails. In the meanwhile, it's all going on here, and that's no bad thing.

Next installment in this thrilling episode of Southern Country Home? HANGING FERNS. Stay tuned, punters.

Your Best Pal,

LSP

STORMY

 

You know what it's like. Sometimes invoices get lost and, dammit, your fair share of the Carbon Tax doesn't get paid. Totally understandable, but look what happens, a ferocious storm rolls in from the North as our Old Enemy, the Weather, changes. That's your cue to get on the front porch and dare the Weather to do its worst as lightning cracks and rain sheets down. Not unlike Ahab or King Lear, when you think about it. 

So there you are, wondering if this small slice of rural heaven, much less the Compound itself, will withstand and live through the deluge, arklike, when news comes in that a sham stasi show trial in New York has delivered a guilty verdict against President Trump. Huh, let's see how that brazen skulduggery plays out in the polls.

Note Upper Lip Stud

In related news, yesterday marked the anniversary of the fall of Constantinople in 1453, when Moslem Janissaries poured over the Theodosian walls. What a hideous moment for Christendom, what a triumph for the moon worshiping death cult. Emperor Constantine XI addressed the soldiery before he died in the fighting:

Most noble leaders, illustrious tribunes, generals, most courageous fellow soldiers and all loyal honest citizens! You know well that the hour has come: the enemy of our faith wishes to oppress us even more closely by sea and land with all his engines and skill to attack us with the entire strength of this siege force, as a snake about to spew its venom; he is in a hurry to devour us, like a savage lion. For this reason I am imploring you to fight like men with brave souls, as you have done from the beginning up to this day, against the enemy of our faith. I hand over to you my glorious, famous, respected, noble city, the shining Queen of Cities, our homeland. You know well, my brothers, that we have four obligations in common, which force us to prefer death over survival: first our faith and piety; second our homeland; third, the emperor anointed by the Lord, and fourth; our relatives and friends.

 

You can read the whole speech here as you work towards retaking the second Rome. After all, we need the Bosphorus.

Stormy,

LSP