He's Back

 

There's even a video:

Powerful, don't you think?

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

Wolf Man - Vril

 

I am the Wolfman?  No. That would be LL, under skies heavy with snows my eyes are convex lenses of ebony embedded in amber. 

Well, damme, someone's got to do it, what? Then there's the long-haired Vril. Seriously, Maria, Sigrun, Taut et al believed their beautiful long hair served as an antenna for aliens from Aldebaran, Tau Ceti. That's right, star children. 

Child of God? Are you sure, as opposed to Child of Satan? Guinea on the monkey and twice as fast. Joni, we all warned you. 

OK, translate the above as you will. But what about Vril power and the coming race?

Maria Orsic forever,

LSP

PS. Remember, punters, Jack Parsons, JPL, was a protege of Aleisteir Crowley. Like no kidding.

Are You A Burner?

 

Burning Man's coming up, punters, in just a few weeks. So we have to ask, what sort of Burner would you be? OK, I know only a few of us could begin to afford the huge cost of this elite hippy desert extravaganza or even want to go, but say you could.

Perhaps you would be a Flying Circus hippy.

A Running Swine hippy?

Maybe a Space Reich hippy by a dying tree.

Or just a simple Dome Head.

Then there's always the cowboy option.

down to earth, what?

Here at the Compound we like the cowboy track, allied with Safari Expedition: Tents, rifles, Pimms, Coronation Chicken et al. Then, when the wealthy zombified art hippies are shuffling to the denouement of their freak fayre, a giant burning man, we drop the boom. Recollected readers will remember the film.

Be careful out there,

LSP

Space Reich?

 

A Space Reich, Nazis on the Moon, Leni Reistenthal and Hanna Reitsch. "What about that, darling, do you not love?" I asked an old and liberal friend of the family who religiously follows the science of NPR. "You do realize, old girl, that they were women, courageous women, perhaps you know that with your background in film."

She paused, "Yes," but perhaps, I suggested, "you scorn these women because they're somehow... right wing?" Uh huh, exactly. And my friend would gladly throw real women off the bus and onto the tracks of trans inclusivity.

Readers, they have eyes, notoriously, but do not see. Leni became an underwater photographer and Hanna went on, I think, to command the Ghanaian airforce. Respect.

Ultima Thule,

LSP

Tiki Nazis

 

Tiki Nazis

Well it's come to this. Democrat operatives dressing up like Tiki Torch Frat Boys, aka Nazis, in a desperate attempt to win the Virginia governorship by pretending to support Glenn Youngkin. 

Smooth move, kids, as in, "Look at us Frat Tiki Nazis, we aloha heil Fuhrer Youngkin!" was their Trader Vic's pathetic message of patheticness. Dam, lookit that. Pan to stunned Virginian populace, Tiki Nazis! Gasp, shock, horror, choke on soul food and tofu. Better vote Democrat.

GET YOUR HANDS OUT OF YOUR POCKETS OR I WILL ATOMIZE YOU

Dear God. Ktyrie. Apart from the sheer, brazen, literal pathetic incompetence of it all, if the Tiki Reich was such a threat, why have to invent it? And then there's the infamous black Klansman. Really? Boys, sorry, persyyns, you have to up your game. 

Quite

These miserable chino-wearing offenders have mostly deleted their accounts, sensibly, and you can read the whole sordid tale of chicanery, idiocy, chinos, mishap and cheap Walmart Tikis on Zero.

Lincoln Project, you need to fire someone for outright ineptitude.

Your Pal,

LSP

Blood And Soil - Don't Bring Harry

Detail aside, the Greens are winning massive marketshare in Germany and that's great, check it out. Crazed, mystic blood and soil Tuetons launching on some kind of shamanic Aryan quest to bring the whole heimat under the sway of Ygdrasil?

Hated Markle

With apologies to our friends in the Prussian Officer Corps, we've beat you back twice and we'll do it again. Sorry, so called "Meghan," but there it is.

The People Rise Up

In the meanwhile, craven leftists attempt to pretend that they're somehow about "the people." Like #MillSoc D-List celeb Meghan Markle; don't bring Harry.  

Cheers,

LSP

Go Out And Get A Glock

Long story short. I stopped sitting on the fence like some kind of pathetic CofE agnostic, and bought a Glock, a Glock 21 Gen 4. Why? Because it just seemed right. 

Well Done, Chaps.

Waco's helpful, friendly, enjoyable, and "don't talk down to customers" Fun Guns provided the weapon at a better price than the big box stores, like Cabela's. Thanks, Fun Guns, always a pleasure to do business.

Panzers Roll! On the Moon

The pistol comes in a neat, Liebstandarte on the Moon, plastic box, advertising the brand, Glock. You open it up, like it's Christmas, and sure enough, there's a Glock with three thirteen round magazines, several alternate backstraps, a cleaning brush, and a lock. Just as advertised. There's a manual, too, and lots of gun safety flyers. Well done Glock, every gun is a loaded gun.

It's All In The Box

Out of the box, the pistol fits the hand like, well, like a Glock. But listen up, a Gen 4 Glock, which seems to have better ergonomics, at least for me, than previous iterations. Unsurprisingly, the gun strips down easily enough, a right miracle of Austrian engineering simplicity, and has an enormous recoil spring.

Enormous Great Austrian Spring

Apparently there's mixed opinions about this, but Hickock45 doesn't think it's an issue and I'd imagine it makes for easier shooting.

Anschluss

We'll find out tomorrow, when the pistol gets range tested against the PX4 Storm. Same caliber, different pistols. Who will win, Austria, or Italy? Maybe, in the end, Texas will win, but that's a given. Obviously.

Shoot straight,

LSP