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