Venezuela Reflection

 

Diversity Is Our Strength

Like wow, I no sooner post BOC's awesome Godzilla than SOCOM goes kinetic. What a raid, leaves Skorzeny in the techno dust, and now Maduro's getting the perp walk in New York. A message to Commie Mamdani? Yeah, and every other corrupt rainbow leftist that ever there was. What can we say?

The Venezuelan flex leaves risible Rainbow Europa and Whitehall looking peculiarly irrelevant, as in nobody cares what you think. Russia and Chyna? A strong signal, to put it mildly, stay out of our back yard, dammit, and let's hear it for Monroe. More broadly, some call it the end of globalist orthodoxy and a return to multipolar national interest.

Perhaps, but what do you think, so-called LSP? Good question. On the one hand, a bravura display of military power or, in the hideous language of our technocrat overlords, force projection. Respect, world take note. On the other, who will we choose to run Venezuela? Pressing issue, surely. One commenter on this shallow and frivolous mind blog offered a timely caveat:

The Bush Doctrine is apparently back. I wonder if Venezuela will be a better place now with the Carlyle Group running their ports, BlackRock controlling their shipping, the Gates Foundation running their farmlands, Musk running their media, Bezos running their economy, Pfizer running their healthcare, Palantir in charge of their security, and Royal Dutch Shell extracting their resources. Let's not forget too, Trump's Ambassador-at-Large---Log Cabin Republican Ric Grenell---who'll make sure that the Catholics down there accept the Rainbow Agenda.

 

Thanks, Night Wind, good call. But Bush doctrine? I don't see a ground invasion here but what can I say, situation developing. Still, NW's corporate interest caveat in mind, who will we chose to take over this oil rich state? Who knows. And also this.

The late Roman Republic fell, it would seem, into Empire, Imperium; as Roman conquest added up from Carthage on, delenda est, so too did tribute/tax money. In the end the cross currents of greed, power, ambition and the Republican mores of a free if now imperial city clashed. The upshot? 

After a brutal civil war, Octavian won and became Augustus, the Empire had an Emperor. Fast forward to the 6th Century AD and a desolate city in ruins and a deserted Via Sacra. Do you think, dear friends, that history rhymes?

SPQR,

LSP

Marking Time

 

Marking time, here at the Compound. Do you remember the command? "Marking time. Mark time!" Quite the thing, stamp about like fury and there you have it. Parade square reminiscence aside, here's jolly old Procul Harum:

See you at the SAVAGE,

LSP

Down With The Eagle

 

Here we are, cheering on an incoming administration dedicated to ending centralized Fed tyranny. And what a tyranny it was, billions of dollars of your tax money funneled into NGOs, the MSM and wherever to squash you like a bug in PR world. Think on it. You pay the Feds some stupid percentage of your earned money, and they use it to fund Mengeles who'll trans your kid. Or the war in Ukraine.

Did you vote for the Ukraine war? Did you vote for your kid to have trans surgery? No, you did not. So why is your money paying for both.. This garbage has gotta stop. The leftist slush fund, paid for by you, has got to end. And it will. In the meanwhile, all the recipients of USAID billions are howling, weeping, choking on their tongues and crying out for retribution.

Sic Transit,

LSP

Here We Are - Just Kickn' Back

 

It's not easy, here at the Compound. By no means! Turn it up.

Stand easy,

LSP

Interlude

 

A golden dish with every wish. Quite, and then some. Does this mean 45 becomes 47? I call not in a snowball's chance in hell but feel free to disagree.

See you all at the Club.

Excelsior,

LSP

Excelsior!

 

Do you feel we're living at the very end of an age? That in mind, let's hear it for Procul  Harum. Grand Hotel, what an album. And it reminds me of a South African Latin teacher who used to command us to strike our heads against 18th C desks if we messed up vocab tests.

"I like Harum and Purple," he'd exclaim. "Strike your head against the desk ten times. Harder." Well, it was the '70s.

Cheers,

LSP

Grand Hotel

There you go. Rock on, G7,

LSP

Fall From Grace And Hit The Ground

Who knew that Hillary was seriously sick? Really sick, knees buckle, loses shoe sick. No fooling, maybe it's Parkinson's, or demonic possession, experts are undecided.

Her security detail wasn't short in acting to lift her spasmodically twitching body into the waiting SUV. They were probably used to it, train, train, train.

She emerged, later, from her daughter's $10 million apartment. Nothing quite like being a millionaire socialist, eh? And who knows, was there a secret medical team waiting in that million dollar facility?

For that matter, was the person who walked out of it Hillary, or some other thing?

Mind how you go,

LSP