Well That Was Fun - Part One

 

It's been a busy couple of weeks and it started like this. You climb onto a plane at DFW, marvel at the lack of people on the flight, and fly to London. Get out at London Heathrow's curiously cramped Terminal 3 and head downtown via train, then set up in Whitehall. Great result, you've made it.

Go exploring for the next couple of days and meet up with old friends on Pall Mall and Soho, notably the famous Coach and Horses on Greek Street. It's a tradition and a good one, if noisy, and you can end the evening with strong covefe at Bar Italia, another tradition. Next evolution?

Go full-on patriot and join Unite The Kingdom, a massive march protesting open borders great replacement immigration, censorship and the iniquity of the UK's Rainbow Caliphate orthodoxy. Seriously, it was a big march, maybe a million strong, which the smug, mendacious, passive aggressive BBC deceitfully undercounted by around 900,000 people.

Well, we navved into the midst of it after an informal lunch in the courtyard of the In & Out (Naval & Military Club) and were struck by the good humor, patriotism and sense of the crowd, many of whom were shocked by Charlie Kirk's assassination and, curiously, were eager to share their faith. Quite a thing, and well worthy of a separate post. More on this later.

Marching for freedom against the wickedness of Globalist Puppet Two-Tier Kier done, we fell back to Trafalgar Square where the boys were starting to get a bit rowdy, and from there to the Harp for a pint and from there to clubland, which meant negronis in the Waterloo Room of the East India, nice. From there?

A delicious dinner at Cafe Zedel, which is an art deco bistro restaurant off Piccadilly Circus. I think it used to be the restaurant of a hotel my Mother stayed in during her purgatorial time at General Synod. Whatever, it's been fixed up and offers good French style food at a very reasonable price. Check it out, but be warned, it can be very full and very noisy; the latter compounded by live jazz 1930s style from a side stage. Hey, living the dream.

Saying goodbye to friends at Piccadilly Circus, we headed down Shaftsbury Avenue in the rain to Soho and the French House. I love the French House, it has magic, and the magic wasn't absent that night. We fell in with a couple of young Gurkha officers (logistics) who'd been at the club that afternoon. 

One was an ADC and I told him, "ADCs always frightened me," which they did, and he told me he wasn't especially frightening, which he didn't seem to be. "But perhaps you can be," I offered by way of social compromise. And so the evening spun on, but not uncontrollably so, and we found ourselves, safe and sound, back at the civilized, relaxing, congenial, attentive, polite, Reform Club. Result.

The next day was all about Mass at the Brompton Oratory, beautiful, lunch at the East India Club which, I tell you, punches high when it comes to salmon and roast beef, not kidding, and from there an easy night. All good, and the next step? Edinburgh and the Royal Scots.

That, dear readers, all five of you, is the next stop on this exciting and adventurous excursion into Kier Starmer's Great Britain, aka Rainbow Caliphate. Stay tuned.

Your Pal,

LSP

The Faraway People - A Parable

 

Look, there's even a few videos:

Here's another, just for kix:

Stay tuned. 

St. George and England forever,

LSP

Support Your Local Thought Police

 

In the UK you can be censored or go to jail for the sheer, brazen, literal temerity of daring to criticize the policies of that country's benevolent rulers. Pay attention, serfs, we're watching you, for your own benefit. And remember this, you thought criminals.

Diversity is our Strength

Diversity is our strength and you'd better not disagree unless you want a knock on the door by the freedom police. Yes, to protect the children, obviously.

Do you think that at some point, perhaps in the near future, that even the mild-mannered English will have had enough of Free Speech Britain? Maybe some still remember the old song which went something like this, "Britons never, never, never shall be slaves."

Rule Britannia,

LSP

Look At This Buffoon

 

2TK (Two-Tier Kier) is at it again, fawning all over the Midget Mascot of Rainbow Garden Fortress Europa and pledging undying support for Ukraine. Yes, right up to and including "boots on the ground" and "planes in the air."

Come on, Two-Tier, you don't have any boots, you don't have any planes, and you don't have any ships, neither do your Rainbow allies. What's more, you don't have the manufacturing industry to make them, which makes EU Princess Ursula von der Leyen's pledge to turn the Ukraine into a "steel porcupine" seem more than a little hollow.

Perhaps that's why the beloved UK ruler said that his, ahem, strongman proposal needed US support. But what if we don't want to support you, Kier? What if we don't want to subsidize your green, woke, rainbow tyranny, much less your defense. More to the point, what if Blackrock's somehow out of favor in the corridors of US power. Don't say RFK.

In the meanwhile:

Cheers,

LSP

Well Wouldn't You Know

 

It's not just the UK, it's all across Europe, and who would have thought it. Import the third world for votes and cheap labor and become the third world. On point, the UK's beloved ruling elite in Parliament have declined to open an inquiry into their constituents' proclivity for r*pe. That'd be Islamophobic, they howl pathetically, all the way to their imported ballot boxes.

Europe, you may recall, has a certain precedent when it comes to disliked ethnic minorities. But maybe this is incendiary, maybe if Elon Musk and Reform MPs simmer down all those Moslem savages will integrate pleasantly into beautiful Garden Europa and we can happily coexist forever ever after, sempiternum. On the other hand, people might snap and snap hard.

Do you remember, punters, that everything the Left does produces the exact opposite of its intended result?

Axiom,

LSP

GONE

The reaction to Justin Trudeau announcing that he will resign as Prime Minister pic.twitter.com/XdvYoZwVMY

— NautPoso memes 🇮🇪☘️ (@NautPoso) January 6, 2025

 

Justin Trudeau's resigned as leaderene of Canada's hated Liberal party and, effectively, as Prime Minister. About dam time. What were Justine's achievements? Gleefully going on Pride parades, COVID totalitarianism, remember the truckers?, Greenscam skulduggery, ongoing massive taxation and inflation, and turning Canada's once proud Armed Forces into a woke joke. Now he's gone. Good. 45-47 had this to say:

I know at least several people in Alberta who'd welcome this. In other news, Two-Tier Kier, the UK's massively unpopular Prime Minister, has accused people who criticize Pakistani rape gangs of being "far right." Interesting. Since when did being against child rape become Nazi/Fascist? 

Since Labour started importing votes, obviously, and let's not forget Two-Tier's role as a Prosecutor. No complicity there, no, none at all. In fairness, the utterly rubbish Conservatives didn't do anything about it either, perhaps because they were too busy importing, ahem, refugees when not attending Pride parades and eviscerating the UK's military. 

Regardless, it's estimated that some 250,000 children have been raped by Great Britain's beloved diversity, making this cover up by UK Pols and their lackey Sate Agitprop MSM one of, maybe the most, heinous crimes committed in post-war Britain.

America should liberate the people of Britain from their tyrannical government

— Elon Musk (@elonmusk) January 6, 2025

Per social media, Elon Musk has called for Britain to be "liberated," leading to howls of leftist outrage. How dare he! runs the chorus of suddenly patriotic Cultural Marxists, and the head of London's Metropolitan Police even went so far as to warn Americans about posting thought crime on the internet. We'll "come after you," he threatened. 

Uh Huh, Now We're Really Scared

Like, with what? All your hi-viz vests, finger guns and massive Navy? No, we're coming after you, to liberate the Sceptered Isle. Maybe Command HQ will be at the Reform Club. Unspoiled Georgian interior, fittingly. 

Reform

In the meanwhile, the venerable if shrinking Church of England is ominously silent about hundreds of thousands of children being raped by Moslem Pakistanis. Well, something better change, eh?

Blessed Epiphany to you all, 

LSP

We Love Our Rulers

 

Think of lovable old Joe Biden, how we love him! He was loved so much by everyone that he won an entire 81 million votes. The most popular president in the history of popularity.

Then there's Two-Tier Kier, he's right awesome. Kill 'em in the womb, kill 'em at the tomb, and all to save the holy NHS. While you're at it, kill the farmers too. Go, BlackRock stooge.

Oh, You're Not Gay, You Puking Bankster

And don't forget Macron, France's phony little corporate huckster bankster. So loved by all.

Germany Will Defend The West From Putin, by Gayness

What about Germany, do they even have a Leader? Questionable. But not to worry, they're deindustrializing as we speak. 1945, anyone? Please, serfs, criminalize the AfD.

But perhaps Old 47 can reverse this sickening trend. I hope he does, and Sgt. LSP tells me that the troops are already starting to talk like troops, instead of walking on rainbow eggshells. "Dad," he says, "None of the three trannies in our Brigade are deployable, and now they have to go." Good, and so they should. Why were they even there in the first place.

You know the answer and I won't bang on. Except to say...

Love & Obey your Rulers,

LSP

Matamoros

 

The Reconquista wasn't some kind of given. No, we drove the Moors out of our land. Will we do so again? Not if our Beloved Rainbow Rulers have anything to say about it. But maybe there's resistance to that.

Two-Tier Kier Forever,

LSP