Showing posts with label cannibalism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cannibalism. Show all posts

Monday, November 28, 2022

They're Not Even Bothering To Hide

 


We all know about Balenciaga's bondage bear devilry but the plot thickens to Fashion IT girl, Lotta Volkova, Russian born super stylist to the hyper rich, #BillSoc industry and Balenciaga associate. Here she is.




In case we didn't get the picture, Vogue's Spring Accessories 2021 provides some context, a demon.





And check out America's top celebrity art witch and friend of the Podestas on the cover of Ukrainian Vogue. Don't say Spirit Cooking.





Point being? I'm no prude, but there is dark, satanic evil in high places and it's not even bothering, at this point, to hide. Have a look online if you like, I couldn't post the grosser images, especially the ones involving children. But maybe you're not convinced? I'll leave you with Lotta itself.




You see, it's all fun and ironic art games 'til you look up and your possessed pal's eating a baby's forearm.

Defende Nos,

LSP

Monday, October 14, 2019

Happy Columbus Day!



Here at the Compound we'd like to wish everyone a happy Columbus day as we celebrate the discovery of America by the great explorer and navigator. 




Of course the Left's outraged by the heroic Captain and want to turn Columbus Day into the catchy, let's party, Indigenous Peoples Day. Who knows, maybe they'll get their way and we'll all be dancing beneath the jolly old Skull Wall this time next year.




Speaking of which, the Conquistadors certainly had their faults but human sacrifice and cannibalism weren't amongst them.

Cheers,

LSP

Sunday, September 8, 2019

Conquest of Mexico



One of the things I do to relax is read Prescott's classic Conquest of Mexico, which describes the career of Hernan Cortes. It's an enchanted story of valor, cruelty, heroism, barbarism and greed, set against the backdrop of the fading light of chivalry and the pagan ferocity of the Aztecs.

Here's an excerpt:

It was late in the afternoon when he reached them; but the sun was still lingering above the western hills, and poured his beams wide over the valley, lighting up the old towers and temples of Tenochtitlan with a mellow radiance that little harmonised with the dark scenes of strife in which the city had so lately been involved. The tranquillity of the hour, however, was on a sudden broken by the strange sounds of the great drum in the temple of the war-god... and the soldiers, startled by the mournful vibrations, which might be heard for leagues across the valley, turned their eyes to the quarter whence they proceeded. They there beheld a long procession winding up the huge sides of the pyramid; for the camp of Alvarado was pitched scarcely a mile from the city, and objects are distinctly visible, at a great distance, in the transparent atmosphere of the tableland.

It continues:

As the long file of priests and warriors reached the flat summit of the teocalli, the Spaniards saw the figures of several men stripped to their waists, some of whom, by the whiteness of their skins, they recognised as their own countrymen. They were the victims for sacrifice. Their heads were gaudily decorated with coronals of plumes, and they carried fans in their hands. They were urged along by blows, and compelled to take part in the dances in honour of the Aztec war-god. The unfortunate captives, then stripped of their sad finery, were stretched one after another on the great stone of sacrifice. On its convex surface, their breasts were heaved up conveniently for the diabolical purpose of the priestly executioner, who cut asunder the ribs by a strong blow with his sharp razor of itztli, and thrusting his hand into the wound, tore away the heart, which, hot and reeking, was deposited on the golden censer before the idol. The body of the slaughtered victim was then hurled down the steep stairs of the pyramid, which, it may be remembered, were placed at the same angle of the pile, one flight below another; and the mutilated remains were gathered up by the savages beneath, who soon prepared with them the cannibal repast which completed the work of abomination!

Of course the Aztecs weren't alone in savagery, the Spaniards and their allies played the part too. But consider this, the Aztecs wouldn't have fallen as they did if the people they'd enslaved, sacrificed and eaten hadn't risen up against them and sided with Spain.




Consider this, too. Archeologists digging up the center of today's Mexico City have discovered a skull wall. Yes, a wall on which human skulls were threaded like beads on an abacus. Cortez and his Spaniards may have been justified in thinking their enemy possessed by demons.

Here endeth the Lesson,

LSP